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She tilted her head to the other side, giving me better access to her throat. “Outside was a mistake.”
I chuckled darkly. “Why? Because I didn’t get to have my cock in your pretty pussy again?”
Sucking in a sharp breath, she let it out, taking my mouth in a savage kiss. When we broke apart, we were both breathing hard.
“We didn’t use protection last time. If we do this, we should?—”
“You’re on the pill,” I replied. “I saw the fucking foil tray on the bathroom counter.”
Working her hips over my dick, she looked down at where we were dry fucking. Her arousal had already drenched her panties and bike shorts and had also soaked through the front of my jeans. I’d be fucking smelling her cunt for days after this.
“Got any other excuses why I shouldn’t take your tight pussy right now?”
Alex bit her bottom lip and stared at me. I could see the answer in her eyes. There was no fucking reason she could give me, so I was going to take it all.
Chapter 13
Alex
Nick was dominating my senses.Every touch illicit. Every kiss a drug. I wasn’t sure where this need for him had come from, only that it was here, and it was insatiable. Despite promising myself that I wouldn’t ever get involved with a motorcycle club member again, there was no way I could say no to Nick. Even when he gave me the choice to stop everything, I hadn’t.
Because I wanted this.
I wanted him.
“Take off your shirt, baby. I want to see those perfect tits of yours.”
Slipping my hands down between us, I pulled off my tank top, exposing myself to Nick’s feral gaze. His green eyes were soon swallowed by darkness when they landed on the circular scar on my left breast.
“Where’d you get that scar, little voyeur?”
I tried to cover it up. This was why I didn’t let anyone see me undressed. Even Maddox hadn’t seen my breasts when we’d fucked. They were always covered, but Nick wouldn’t let me hide.
Pulling my hands away, he asked his question again—only more forcefully this time. “Where did you get the scar, Alex? Tell me. Now.”
Dropping my gaze away, I said, “I was fourteen. I was… raped, and one of the men thought it would be funny to use me as an ashtray.”
“What?” His tone was dark. Deadly. “How many?”
Biting my lip, I said, “Five.”
“Who are they? I want names, and I want to start with the man who thought he could mar your perfect skin.”
I shook my head. “It doesn’t matter. He’s dead now anyway.”
“I hope he died painfully and at your hands.”
I blinked, stunned by the vehemence in his words. I shouldn’t have been surprised, though. He was a member of a motorcycle club. Violence. Extortion. Intimidation. They were the tools of his trade. Being with a woman didn’t miraculously turn them off.
“My brother made him pay for what he did.” I said the words softly, because it was the first time I’d ever told another living soul about what Luca had done for me. After I was sent away, he and Hayes went after every man that had been a part of my rape and killed them. It was something he made me swear I’d take to the grave, but now that he was dead, there was no reason to keep so quiet about it.
“He got all of them?” I nodded. “Good.”
He returned his attention to the scar. Leaning forward slowly, he placed an open-mouthed kiss to it, running his teeth along the damaged skin like he was committing the feel of it to memory. When he pulled away, he touched his fingertips to where my skin was still wet from his kiss.
“Our scars are what make us stronger.”
I nodded.
