Page 43 of Giving It to the Enemy

Pushing him away from the window, she urged him down to the sofa. “I can’t wait until we’re in the bedroom,” she explained to him when he gave her a questioning look. Elena had changed into a nightshirt, and she straddled his waist. He ran his hands up and down her body, cupping her ass, and sliding beneath her nightshirt.

“Are you wet for me?”

“Always.”

He cupped her between her thighs, sliding his finger between her slit, and making her gasp.

“Fuck, you’re dripping.”

“I want you, Pipe. Please, I need you to fuck me.”

He grabbed her hips, and took her to the sofa so that he was over her. She smiled up at him. “I’m the one in charge.”

“Then I’m at your mercy, Sir.”

“I like that. I can get used to you treating me with some damn respect.” He captured her lips, biting down on her lips so that she gasped. “Give me your kiss, baby.”

He went back to touching her between her thighs at the same time he kissed her deeply.

“I’m addicted to you, Elena. I’ve got to have you all the time. We can’t keep doing this.”

She pulled away, staring up at him. “You want to talk to Saint? Do you think that’s wise?”

“I’m not going to keep hiding. You’re worth more than sneaking around, pretending. Yesterday, I wanted to hold you in my arms. I didn’t want to worry about anyone seeing us, and what would happen.”

Licking her lips, she couldn’t keep the smile off her face. “We’ll go together, and talk to Saint.”

“It’s going to be bloody. Two clubs, it’s not going to be easy. He’s going to think I’m using you.”

“Are you?” she asked.

“No.”

“And I believe you.” She cupped his cheek. “I trust you, Pipe.”

He leaned down, kissing her once again.

The happiness that was consuming her didn’t last. Someone crashed through her front door, and before she could say anything, Pipe was pulled off her. She saw Saint, Willy, Rage, Ralf, and Jewel, rushing into her house. Saint was on Pipe, punching him in the face.

At first, she was frozen in place with her legs open, and then realizing the man she loved wasn’t fighting back, she quickly scrambled off her sofa. Why wasn’t Pipe fighting back?

“Saint, get off him!” Elena said.

“You fucking piece of scum. You think I didn’t know? You think I’d let a piece of shit like you touch my little sister?”

Saint rammed his fist against Pipe’s face twice more, and Elena screamed.

“Stop!”

No one was listening.

“This is not what you think,” Pipe said, showing he wasn’t going to fight back.

“You fucking my sister? I didn’t see that?”

“Saint, leave him alone. This is my house, and you’ve no right to barge in here.”

“I’ve got every fucking right. I own this house. You live here because I let you,” Saint said, growling the words out.

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