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“Who did this to you?” I said, low, quiet.
I already knew the answer. Credence filled me in when Blackbeard was digging around in my shoulder for that bullet. I needed to hear it from Liss though.
At first, she didn’t respond and crossed her arms over her chest, turning her head away.
“Liss. Look at me.”
Reluctantly, she dragged her gaze back to me.
“My brother,” she whispered.
Not a boyfriend. A brother. Someone who was supposed to be her family—her protector, her own flesh and blood. And he did this to her.
I’ll bury the motherfucker.
“He’s the one who did the drive by?” I asked.
Liss nodded.
“Probably. His snitch found out I was working at the clubhouse. It makes sense that he would send a message like this. He’s trying to rattle you, so you would give me up to save your own skin.”
I shook my head, gliding my palm over her thigh and hip.
“That will never happen,” I said.
“Then he’ll kill you to get to me.”
I shrugged.
“I’ve been threatened before. It’s nothing new. I’m still alive and kicking.”
Liss swallowed hard. She brushed her fingers down my forearm, grasping my wrist.
“I don’t want to think about it right now,” she muttered.
I could do that—wipe her brain clean of everything except how incredible it can feel to be touched the way she deserved, instead of the beatings she’d endured at the hands of her piece of shit brother.
My gaze swept over her, bare and beautiful and spread out just for me. With Liss’s fingers still wrapped around my wrist, I trailed my hand down her body. Tracing the line of her throat with my thumb. Following the swell of her small breasts. Stumbling over her ribs like a damn washboard.
When I finally cupped her pussy, Liss sighed and her eyes fluttered closed. I slid two fingers into her silky heat. She clenched around me, tight.
“Relax, baby,” I said. “Is this your first time?
Liss shook her head.
“No, but…it’s never felt this good before.”
I curled my fingers upward, watching with satisfaction as her body bowed off the bed with a gasp. Skimming my lips along her jawline, I nuzzled at her ear.
“Don’t tell me the men you’ve had sex with treated you the same way your brother did,” I said.
Liss squirmed, grinding into my palm.
“Sometimes,” she said, strained, desperate. “Most of the time, they were just…boring as hell.”
Anger simmered in my gut. To think of her brother abusing her was bad enough. To realize other men had hit this gorgeous, breathtaking, spitfire of a woman made my blood boil. And the boring assholes didn’t deserve to touch her if they weren’t willing to shower her in pleasure until she was flushed and panting like this.
“Are you bored now?” I asked.
