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“I want to explore so much with you,” she looks at me with longing, “and we’ll get there because I know you want it too, don’t you?” She licks her lips and I growl from deep in my chest. “You need to be dominated, my Starlet. You’re so strong and you have so much control in your life, but you yearn to give it up, don’t you? You need to.”

Her eyes widen as she looks at me. “Yes,” she whispers.

“Good,” I grin at her as I cover her body with mine. I kiss, lick, and nip her skin, covering her body with my affection and attention. “I’m going to give you everything you need, but I won’t take away your freedom. You know the power you hold. It’s yours just like I am.”

She lets out a big breath and relaxes back against the bed as I part her pussy lips with my fingers. She’s soaking wet and my dick is begging to be buried inside her. I watch as her arms flex, like she wants to let go of the headboard, but she doesn’t.

I run my nose up the side of her neck and murmur, “What a good girl you’re being for me.” I plunge two fingers inside her hot pussy, and she moans as her body arches against mine. “I know you’re going to squeeze me like a fucking vice.”

“Porter,” she pleads, “I need you inside me. Please,” her voice is soft and coaxing, a siren’s song I can’t ignore.

I pull my fingers from her wet heat and position my cock at her entrance. I reach up and grip her wrists even though she hasn’t moved her hands. I just need to do it; I need to hold her down. I need her at my mercy.

I’m not slow or gentle when I enter her because that isn’t what we need, and I know it. I fill her quickly and roughly, both of us groaning at how fucking good it feels. Her brown eyes are open wide, a wildness in them which only turns me on more. Her plump lips are parted as she pants, and her legs come up and wrap around my waist.

We stare into each other’s eyes as our bodies move together, finding a rhythm that is punishing and pleasurable. I grip her wrists tighter, reminding her she’s mine without words. The way she submits to me, the way she lets me take her and she gives herself to me is a gift I won’t squander. I’ll cherish it and her.

McKenzie is mine now. She might not realize it and that’s fine. I’ll show her.

As I pump my hips, my control starts to fray until it snaps. I kiss her like a drowning man searching for air right above the water’s surface. She’s a lifeline in the storm of my life and I’m going to hold on with both hands, never losing her, never letting go.

I strain to try and gain some control back. The way she moans and pants out my name, the way she begs with her body, makes it impossible to grasp those threads as they move just out of reach.

“Fuck, Starlet,” I grit out through my teeth. “You feel so fucking good wrapped around me. I need you to come and coat my dick with your cunt. Squeeze and show me who my cock belongs to.”

“Porter,” she gasps, but it’s not in shock or horror, it’s in pure fucking bliss.

I rut into her a few more times and pull back a little to look down at her just as she explodes. The way pleasure washes over her features is something I’ll never forget. Her pussy squeezes my length and I’m the one powerless. Against her. Against the pleasure between us.

When I push my cock deep inside of her, I unload inside the condom, my balls drawing up tight and my lungs seizing. When I finally come back to myself, I rub her wrists as we’re both panting for breath, amazement in our eyes and wonder in our expressions.

I don’t think either of us expected to find each other, but she’s mine now and I’m going to prove it to her. After I discard the condom and get her cleaned up, I do something I’ve never done before, I pull her against my chest and cuddle her, basking in how good she feels pressed up against me.

There’s no way I’m giving this up.

CHAPTER 4

McKENZIE

The blood in my veins has been fizzing for the last few days since my date with Porter. I didn’t know a man like him even existed. I hoped, but I wasn’t sure. Now, I do know, and I think he’s the perfect guy to have a little fun with.

Fun. Sure, keep telling yourself that as if you didn’t fall for him already.

Falling for a man like him would be a mistake. It’s not that I don’t think he’s capable of being the man I need in my life, I know he could be, but the reality is I’m not sure what his lifestyle, with being in the Devil’s Saints, really means. Can he even commit? What would it look like? Just halfway? What about if he’s out on the road doing something for the club, since he mentioned it happens?

I’m not going to be with a man who can look me in the eye and tell me I’m his, but then go behind my back and cheat.

It might be an unfair assumption, but I don’t want to get my heart broken here. I need to protect myself and my heart.

Although Porter is doing a damn good job of getting past my defenses. We spent the last few days texting but didn’t make plans to see each other again yet. Then, this morning there was a knock on my door as I was getting ready for work. I pulled a robe on and went to answer, a little unsure of what I would find on the other side.

I was surprised to find a man who was wearing a leather cut, this one saying ‘prospect’. He had a huge box in his hands which had my eyes widening.

“Uh,” I sounded very unsure even to myself, “hello?”

“McKenzie?” When I nodded at the man’s question, he thrust the box my way and was gone before I could thank him or anything.

It was strange.

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