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The sound of her laughter fills the room as she hooks her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and pushes them down over her hips.
I spread my legs slightly as she starts to saunter toward me, her hips swinging and making my mouth water. When she climbs on my lap and presses her soaking wet pussy against my cock, my instincts take over. I growl and turn us, pushing her down on the mattress and grinding my hips against hers.
My cock slides between her wet pussy lips. “Fucking soaked,” I grit out through my teeth.
“Tyler,” she moans, the heels of her boots digging into my ass and making it hard to fucking focus. “Need you to fuck me hard and fast until your cum is dripping out of me.”
“Rebel,” her name is a pained sound coming from my lips.
She fucking knows she owns me. Every single part of me. And that I can’t deny her.
I pull my hips back, the head of my cock sliding down and finding her entrance. I punch my hips forward and fill her with one thrust which has her screaming.
“That’s right, Hellcat,” I rumble, “scream so everyone knows who you belong to.”
Her nails dig into my shoulders as I start to fuck her, giving it to her exactly like she wants it. In the last few days, I’ve had my woman in all sorts of ways. We’ve gone slow, savoring every brush of our skin. We’ve been savage, like we can’t get enough of each other.
I love my Rebel any way I can get her.
I pound into her and watch as her eyes glaze over with passion. The way her walls ripple around me tells me she’s close to tipping over the edge. I know she’ll pull me over with her.
She always does.
“Please,” she keens, “give me your cum.”
“Fuck,” I grit out. “Love when you beg for my cum. Gonna fill you up and then keep my dick inside of you until you soak it all up.”
“Yes,” she moans, her back arching and pressing her tits against my chest.
When I reach between us and flick her clit, she explodes. Her pussy squeezes me so damn good that my vision starts to blur at the edges as my balls draw up. I come hard, filling her with rope after rope of my cum.
Satisfaction thrums through me with the knowledge that one of these times, I’m going to plant my baby in her. Then she’ll never be able to get away from me. Not that I would have let her go otherwise.
She’s mine.
CHAPTER 8
MONK
I’m tense as I walk into the warehouse the Volkov brothers own along with Spark, Penance, and Crucify. The Volkov Bratva took down the Morozov Bratva who were behind most of the trafficking rings in Seattle not all that long ago. They’ve become one of our clients through the security business that Penance helps to run, Savior Saints Security.
When they called Penance earlier and said they had found a rat, I knew in my gut it was linked to the old trafficking rings. Morozov was an evil bastard, and I would have buried him ten years ago if I could have gotten close enough to him.
He lived for far too long because of his power and position. I’m grateful as fuck that the Volkov brothers took him down along with his organization. We helped where we could, but our reach and our power aren’t unlimited.
While the DSMC has some connections to the underground dealings in Seattle and the other chapter cities, we’re not the most powerful organization in the mix. We never will be and that’s not our goal.
Do we want to make money? Yes, and we make sure most of it is legal, but we don’t shy away from the gray areas of life either.
Do people fear us? For fucking sure, but normally our brutality is tied to us protecting our families and those we hold close. We don’t relish in violence simply for the sake of violence.
We never have and we never will.
But that’s not stopping my heart from pounding in my chest with every step I take. Because I know that blood will be shed tonight and I’m looking forward to it.
If whoever the Volkov men are holding is linked to the trauma Sofia endured, then the kill will be mine. My brothers understand, and they would never ask me to stand down.
A man is tied to the chair in the center of a large room within the warehouse, his face already bloody. I keep my face neutral, but I’m grinning on the inside. It’s clear to see that the guy in the chair is scum, it radiates out of him, the tendrils of it trying to wrap around the men standing around him.
