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“I know that,” I say. “I also didn’t come into your room expecting anything.” The fear of his rejection is proving too much and I know I’m in way too deep. I shouldn’t be feeling this way for a man who is out of my league in every way. Now he rolls with a motorcycle club to boot. I sure know how to pick ‘em.

“Hey.” His voice is velvety smooth. “I know that’s not what happened. My position of power though, means that you’re vulnerable and…”

“Don’t.” My voice breaks. “Priest, I’m not going to fall for you. And I’m not some dainty little princess who will crack at the first sign of trouble.”

His lips twitch. “I would never think that about you. You’re strong. Resilient. Badass. All those things and more. But if we sleep together, then things change between us.”

He thinks I'm a badass? I mean, I know I have lived through trauma in my life and gotten out the other end, but I’ve never really thought of myself as badass. I kinda like the idea.

I also don’t want to sound whiny or needy, so I refrain from reminding him what I did to him without even touching his dick. Just rubbing. I clench my core… I feel that throb again deep inside me. The orgasms he gave me this morning were like nothing I’ve ever experienced from touching myself before. And I never let Leo touch me like that.

This was all for Priest.

“What does that matter? I’m not staying here forever,” I remind him.

Amusement crosses his face. “You know what I think?”

I shake my head.

“I think you’ve been cooped up for a long time, Bella, with a controlling family and an arranged marriage at a young age. None of that can be easy on you,” he goes on. “And I think deep down there is a firecracker inside you — no, a volcano — that’s begging to be let out and just be free.”

My jaw drops at his words.

It’s like this man can seriously see into my soul. I’ve no idea what the hell to say to that.

“Maybe there is,” I whisper. “Maybe all of this happened for a reason.”

“I believe most things do.”

He’s still staring at me when I say, “Do you really believe there is a happy ending for people like me?”

“Why not?” he challenges. “Why wouldn’t there be? You have the whole world at your feet. All isn’t lost just because this happened to you. I’m here to help you, so is Dan, Stella too, and the other girls from the club. You’ll like them.”

I smile. “Okay. I want to come and meet them.”

“Just stick with me, okay?”

“Why? Is there something I need to worry about?”

“No. But you’re pretty and the guys will want to talk to you.”

Wait… I’m pretty?

“And you wouldn’t like that?”

“They only want one thing, Bella. As much as I love them and they’re all my brothers and I know they’d catch a bullet for me; the truth is they’re out for as much pussy as they can get, pardon my French. And you’d be just another notch on their bedposts.”

Still. He doesn’t want that for me.

Is that because he truly does care, or he wants me for himself? He could have taken me this morning if he’d wanted, and he didn’t even take his boxers off. The man has some kind of reserve that I can’t comprehend. I would’ve given myself to him. Despite me telling myself I would’ve stopped, I know that isn’t true. I wanted so much more. Just the feel of his hands on me… and then his mouth.

“And you’re not like them?”

His dark eyes find mine and I shudder as he pulls me by the hand toward the back door. “You know I’m not.”

“But you’re still a man.”

“I think we’ve established that.”

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