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Fucking lethal.

He broke his mouth from mine as I squirmed beneath him. “You think playing with me is going to make me weak?” he growled, his voice husky with arousal. He released one of my wrists, wrapping his hand around my throat—not tightly enough to cut off my air supply, but enough to feel pressure. “It’ll only guarantee that Ineverlet you go, Rachel.”

I whimpered, hating the way the threat made me even more hungry for his touch. “You can’t keep what’s not yours,” I choked out, challenging him with every ounce I had in my being.

He chuckled, his tone possessively dark. “Oh, princess, I can make you mine.” He shifted his weight, a knee pressing in between my legs. Excitement riddled my core, and before I thought twice, I was moving my legs for him, allowing him to press into me. “You want this, don’t you?” He met my gaze, his gray eyes growing darker, though his face was riddled with confusion.

I ran my tongue along my bottom lip, my arousal stronger than my common sense. “I do.”

Chapter 6

Axle

My head was screaming at me to stop what I was doing as I leaned over Rachel, taking her lips again. Her kiss was fuckingtoxicin the best way, and the tension between us was only amplified by the forbidden edge we were on.

Thank god, there are no cameras out here.

Well, not inthisspot. I dropped her hands, staying alert to what she might try, but she didn’t use them against me. Instead, they drifted across my body, before finally threading through my hair. My fingers went for her jeans as my lips met her neck, and I carefully unbuttoned them, knowing we were at the point of no return…

Or maybe not.

“What the hell…,” my voice trailed off as I felt liquid soaking her dark camisole. I sat up, before touching the spot on her shirt. It didn’t take much to put it together once I saw the crimson stain on my finger. “You’re bleeding.”

“It’s fine,” she choked out, though she winced as I lifted the material up.

“You’re not fine,” I muttered, seeing multiple abrasions and a couple of cuts deep enough to warrant stitches.Fuck.“Come on, let’s go.”

She blinked a couple of times, like what I was saying was confusing. “But…”

I shook my head at her, hoisting the both of us to our feet. “Blood isn’t my kink, princess.”

Her face flushed as she looked up at me and then buttoned her jeans. Her expression was difficult to read, and I wasn’t sure if it was the arousal lingering or she was just…embarrassed? Maybe ashamed?

Whatever she was feeling, I was just feeling disappointed—and fucking relieved. The injuries were enough to break the haze that I had fallen into. If the guys knew…

Yikes.

I kept a firm grip on her wrist, but I don’t think she would’ve tried to run. When we made it out into the lighted yard, her defeat and exhaustion were apparent. We hadn’t even had a chance to talk about Victor Sanchez before I had caught her on camera dragging the chair to the bathroom.

And I knew there was a window in there.

I just didn’t think our captive would be small enough to actually fit through the mouse sized hole. But I guess I was wrong.

“Where are your shoes?” I asked her, my thoughts about her escape breaking as her limp grew worse.

“I don’t know.”

“Tough woman to run through those woods barefoot… But I can’t say that it was a smart decision,” I added with a chuckle.

She looked over at me wearily and shrugged. “Better than dying at the hands of bikers. I’d rather be a gimp for the rest of my life than—”

“You can cut the shit talk,” I cut her off, rolling my eyes. “It’s just annoying.”

Her brows furrowed as offense crept into her expression, but she didn’t say anything. She only shook her head and continued to limp back to the cabin beside me. We walked around to the back of the house, and she startled beside me at the sight of a masked man at the window she had just escaped through.

Gunner was fastening a steel plate over it from the outside, after already having installed bars from the inside. I didn’t want anyone to get in or out. “We’re so fucked,” he muttered as he finally noticed us standing there. “She can pick you out from a line up now.”

I didn’t say anything. I had been caught up in catching her, and I didn’t have time to put my ski mask back on. Not to mention, that moment in the woods… Yeah, that was enough to guarantee I’m fucked, anyway.

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