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348 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 2018


“Suck my cock, babe,” I instruct. Her body jerks and her mouth falls open slightly. “Right here? Now?” she asks, her voice trembling.
“You want me to be exclusive to you,” I state. His eyes flash with something dark and sinister, but I continue before he can speak. “I assume that doesn’t mean that you will be exclusive to me.”
“Bitch, I don’t date, I don’t even think about it. Not for years, then you show up and you’re all I can think about. You throw shit in my face, run off to a place you really shouldn’t fucking be, I take you out of there, protect you, and this is the thanks I get. You want me to commit to you, I don’t know you.”
When my eyes land on Savanna, I freeze.
Releasing her hand, I dismiss her. Turning, I leave her standing there. I completely fucking ditch her and go inside of the clubhouse.
It’s a dick move, I know. I wasn’t expecting Savanna to show, she never comes to this shit anymore.
Presley is not to make Savanna jealous. Is she? Fuck.
I’m questioning myself now, especially looking down into Savanna’s eyes.
He’s thinking of her. I wonder if this is what it will always be like with us?
Am I destined to live in the shadow of this other woman?
Can I go the rest of my life and keep a promise of complete fidelity to her?
The reality of it is, I can’t. I can’t fully trust or believe him, I don’t know him well enough to do that. But isn’t this the first step to get to know him that way?
“You’re finally getting on with your life. Savanna is a bitch. Hawk couldn’t handle her, then she got fucking bitter as shit. You were under some blinded spell,” Dragon points out.
Lifting my free hand, I wrap my fingers into the back of her hair and snap her neck back. “On all fours then, bitch,” I growl. “Yes,” she hisses.
There’s a flash of what looks like a hand as it slides over Joel’s chest. He looks to the side and growls, but I can’t understand what he’s said. “Joel, what’s going on?” I ask.
There is no way in hell Presley didn’t see Red’s hand.
Turning my head to Kade, I shout. “Your bitch just made a statement while I was FaceTiming my woman.”
“You’re mine. This is where I belong. The rest of that shit you’re going to have to let go,” he grunts, shifting his hips so that he grinds down against my clit.
“Lo siento, cariña. I’m sorry,” he whispers in a chant, repeating the words and alternating between Spanish and English.
“So, no. I won’t tell you. What I will vow is that if I can help it, none of it will happen again.”
“No more women,” she whispers. My fingers tighten against her hips. “You can’t coerce me with sex, mi vida,” I grind out. “Do not use this pussy that I love so much to try and control me.”