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Even if I come all over her perky ass, I won’t know true satisfaction until I’m balls deep inside her.

But that won’t be happening until my ring is on her finger and she’s officially Chloe Beaumont.

“Please don’t do this,” she begs.

“Don’t do what, Mama? Don’t make you feel good? Don’t give you the life you’ve always dreamed of? What don’t you want me to do?”

“Don’t make me choose between you.” Her voice cracks.

It was foolish of me to think I could force them from her heart. Eventually I’m sure I could do it, but in the short term, her feelings for each of them are too strong.

Ronan and Damon will more than likely fuck up on their own, giving me an excuse to remove them from her life permanently.

But that still leaves Ryker.

I should have known he would fall for her. It was fucking inevitable. But he’s never shown emotion before. Not for the men he kills. Not even for their victims.

Don’t get me wrong, he’s been gentle with the women we’ve saved over the years, cautious not to frighten them anymore than they already are. But they never stick with him the way they would anyone else.

After he called to let me know he allowed Chloe to be taken, I had Corbin, our tech guy, track Ryker’s movements over the few days prior, and it was clear as fucking day on every security camera we accessed that he was gone for her.

It’s becoming increasingly inconvenient to be obsessed with a woman that seems to attract unhinged men like it’s her job.

When it becomes clear that she’s not going to relent, no matter how hard I push her, I decide it’s time to end this. She’ll be walking down the aisle regardless. I had just hoped she would be doing it of her own free will.

I jerk my cock roughly, chasing the release I’ve been desperate for since I first bent her over the counter.

My balls tighten, and a moment later thick ropes of cum cover her silky ass and pink pussy. The sight makes my orgasm drag on for so long, dark spots burst into my vision, and I have no choice but to use her body to steady myself so my legs don’t give way beneath me.

Once I regain control of my limbs, I carefully drag her panties up over her hips, trapping my seed beneath the soft cotton.

“You are not to shower. You are not to change your underwear or wipe me from your skin. You will be walking down the aisle tonight wearing my cum,” I murmur against the shell of her ear.

“I can’t do that!” she snaps, just as I catch movement out of the corner of my eye.

Allowing anyone to see her like this goes against every possessive instinct, but a man has to do whatever it takes to keep his woman.

“Say hello to your wedding present, Mama.” I chuckle, pushing myself to my full height and tucking my cock back into my pants. “Gentlemen.” I regard them with a smirk.

Chloe lifts her head from the counter, tears stained against her cheeks, and horror fills her pretty green eyes when she finds Ronan, Ryker, and a black-and-blue Damon standing in the doorway.

Inviting them here might be a mistake, but if there’s a chance to remove them from her life once and for all, I’m going to take it.

CHAPTER THIRTY

RONAN

NOW

The universe really loves fucking with me, because for the second time in a matter of weeks, I’m watching as another man brings Chloe pleasure, and I can’t do a fucking thing about it because there’s a gun pressed to my back.

If it weren’t for the fact we can’t see anything from this side of the island, I’d be even more furious that Kingston would allow one of his guards to see her like this.

Chloe’s eyes lock with mine, and my chest tightens at the sight of her tears.

I’ve never been able to handle them, even when we were kids and she would fall off her bike, but it’s worse now because I can’t go to her.

I can’t pull her into my arms and tell her it’s all going to be okay, because I refuse to lie to her.