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“God, you feel so good. I could fuck this pussy for eternity and it still wouldn’t be long enough. Hold on to me, baby. I’m going to fuck a hole in this mattress.”

I do what he asks, wrapping my arms around his neck, letting him set the pace.

It’s a punishing one. He pounds into me with such vigor I can hear the bedframe smacking into the wall with each thrust. There’s no doubt that the whole clubhouse knows what we are doing here.

It feels amazing, but I still need more.

He must be able to sense my restfulness because the next thing I know, he has me flipped, my hair in his hands as he fucks me from behind.

“Fucking scream for me. Let the whole house know who owns this pussy,” he demands.

I don’t hesitate.

“Reaper. Please, fuck me harder,” I say, using his club name in the heat of the moment.

That only makes him grow more feral.

“Fuck yeah. I own this pussy. Only I will be allowed to have this pussy. You are mine, Natalie. My Queen Bee. My old lady. Mine.”

My body gives into the pleasure, my head growing dizzy. I slump onto the bed, feeling as he thrusts even harder, sending me into a second orgasm, making my body light up like the Fourth of July.

Then he stills, his dick twitching inside me as he fills me with his cum.

I’ve never felt more used in my life, but not in the way I have been in the past. No, this is different. Yes, he used my body, but not to give himself pleasure. He used it to own me. To show me my place in his world. To give me the reassurances his words can’t.

As we lay there in the aftermath of this new level of intimacy, I feel myself smile.

For the first time in my life, I feel happy.

twenty-six

We pulloff the road and check out a piece of land that sits behind our property line. It recently came up for sale and it would be a good investment.

The last thing I need is a nosy developer in our backyard.

“This is it?” Colt asks as he gets off his bike.

“Yeah. Extend the fence and call it a day.”

“How many acres is it again?” Wrath asks.

“Twelve.”

Wrath chuckles darkly. “More land to bury bodies.”

Colt grunts as he looks around.

“Spit it out,” I demand as I get off my bike.

“I’m just surprised you're asking for my opinion when you’ve been freezing me out for months now.”

Wrath and I look at each other and chuckle.

“You think we’re freezing you out?” I ask as I step forward.

“It’s obvious. You two have always understood each other in a way we haven’t. You treat him more like your VP than you do me.”

“That’s because I don’t keep secrets from him, you dumbass.” Wrath shakes his head.

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