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“You’re fucking mine whether you like it or not. But I think we both know you love it.”

Her eyes held a challenge, and I knew I needed to fuck the brattiness out of her.

“I’d give the orgasm you gave me a 5 out of 10. Might want to work on your skill,” she snarked.

Oh, I so wanted to play this game.

Smirking, I rubbed my thumb on the outside of her neck, feeling her pulse jump with each plunge of my fingers. She was a fucking liar. My hands were drenched. I had no doubt the leather beneath her would be as well. I’d be smelling her on me for weeks, and I couldn’t fucking wait.

“Good girls don’t lie, Temptress. If you want to be a brat, fine.” I withdrew my fingers, her eyes bulging, and she whimpered at the loss. Taking my time to lick them clean, I kept my eyes on her as I stuck my tongue out, rolling it around each digit. Her breathing quickened, her pulse racing faster the longer I took.

Grinning, I let go of her neck, placing both hands on her hips. I watched for a brief second as she pouted at the loss of my touch before I flipped her over, her ass landing in my lap.

“Hands on the bars,” I ordered.

She followed my direction, her body trembling with need as she waited for what I would do next. Lifting her skirt, I smoothed my hands over the round globes of her ass. Taking a handful, I squeezed, watching the tiny fingerprints forming before disappearing. My cock twitched again, liking what he saw. Taking her panties into my hand, I pulled them up, gathering the fabric into my fist.

Making a thong out of them, I tugged on the material, pulling it over her sensitive areas in the front. Holland moaned, moving her hips to get more friction from the action.

“Stop. You can move when I tell you.”

Her jaw clenched, and she turned her head to stare at me. “If you don’t fuck me, I’m returning to that bar and grabbing the first man I see.”

My hand smacked down onto her ass quicker than she could follow, her eyes widening before she let out a breathy moan. Her pupils dilated even more, and she licked her lips.

“I didn’t stutter,” she said, attempting to regain control.

Leaning forward, I whispered into her ear. “The only one fucking you tonight is me. So, stop suggesting otherwise. Hold on to those bars while I punish you for walking your hot ass into trouble with no regard for your safety. Then, when I’m satisfied you’ve learned your lesson, I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk or sit tomorrow without thinking of me. You’re mine, Holland. It’s time to get with the fucking program.”

Drawing back, I didn’t give her time to respond, taking her body’s reactions as my cue. Her hands gripped the bars, her knuckles turning white, and I slapped my palm on her ass in quick succession, then smoothed away the sting in a soft caress. She whimpered, rocking her pelvis against the seat, telling me everything I needed.

She liked it and needed a release.

Unzipping my jeans, I pulled out my thick cock, stroking it a few times as I stared at the beautiful woman before me with her ass still pink from my handprint. Taking out a condom, I rolled it on and lifted her hips, slamming into her a second later without warning.

“Fuck,” she moaned, the sound echoing around us.

Her tight heat enveloped me, squeezing me to within an inch of giving in and coming right then and there. Taking a deep breath, I focused on her pleasure, wanting to give her the release she desperately needed.

Her walls twitched against me, and I moved, not needing any more time to adjust. The sound of skin slapping joined our moans as I rammed my dick in and out of her. The bike tilted with the force, so I braced my legs on the ground, knowing it was up to me to keep us both safe from falling over.

“Fuck, fuck, Q. Shit. You’re so big, MF. Oh, god,” she cursed, her words jumbled around moans. “Shit, I’m coming, I’m coming!”

My hold on my orgasm left me as I felt her tremble around me, her walls squeezing me tighter as her body quaked. Lifting her body flush with mine, I wrapped a hand around her neck again, bringing her mouth to mine. My other hand found her clit, rubbing it fast as I pumped in her, my cum spilling from my cock into the condom.

Our lips pressed into one another, our tongues tangling as we rode it out, her body shaking in my arms.

Not once did either of us look away, our eyes fixed as the broken pieces in our souls connected, fusing us together now whether we liked it or not.

CHAPTER 13

HOLLAND

The emotion combined with the pleasure my body felt wracked with was too intense, and my eyes fluttered closed to escape the things I hadn’t been prepared to feel. This was too much, too soon. I’d come out here to get closer to the guys so I could uncover intel, not have one completely wreck me as he consumed me.

And he had consumed me—heart, body, and soul.

The hand on my throat squeezed, reminding me how helpless I was to his commands. That should’ve made me feel powerless, scared he’d take advantage of me. But perhaps what was more frightening was knowing it didn’t.

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