This is what I needed.
This isallI want.
The thought of Vivian sucking me off in her bedroom only made my skin crawl. But my nerves come alive and burn for this woman. Everything about her drives me equally insane as it calms me.
She’s nothing I ever thought I’d see myself with, let alone protecting. It has nothing to do with her position in South Shore and everything to do with the notion that she fucks with me. She fights me. She pushes me to the brink of utter insanity.
It’s as maddening as it is addicting.
I royally fucked up when I let her in. When I started to give the slightest shit. It’s Torin and Reeve’s fault. And Ozzy’s when he decided to go rogue and marry her.
It got me deeper into this shit.
Yet, passing the buck doesn’t explain how I keepdoingit when everyone else is in their own world, and I get her all to myself for the time being. Weeks ago, I would’ve been reveling in the prospect that none of my boys were spending any time with her. They were keeping as far away as possible.
But that’s another load of bullshit I could feed myself because if we’re being real, there was always a small piece of me that was intrigued.
Fully captivated and curious as fuck about why, how, and in what capacity she could hold allthreeof my brothers’ attention.
And even though it’s wrong, I’m not mad I’ve got her right here with no one around. I’ve said it a million times before, I knew she was going to be trouble. That she wasn’t going to be right to be within our small circle.
But this pussy is.
There isnothinglike it in the whole world.
The way my imagination and hunger are reaching new heights is almost unimaginable. She clenches onto me like she was built to be mine, like my body was only meant to take and own her.
Bay doesn’t let up as she fucks me back. Her ass bounces every time her thighs hit mine. Her moans dance and sing through the night air with no one around and if they are, I’m past giving a fuck at this point.
Nothing compares to this.
I’m starting to realize why kings do everything in their power to protect their queens. There’s nothing, at this moment, I wouldn’t give Bay Astor as long as she remained faithful and unyielding.
It’s not even a question at this point. If I could even get an ounce of loyalty she showed Levi Wallace, I’m set for life. This woman is not easily bought or sold.
She’s just her.
“If you’re getting tired,” I start. “You can hold still while I?—”
“Harder,” she commands with a bit of ferocity to it. “I’m not a fragile doll, Sinatra. Fuck me.”
I tried.
I attempted to be the gentleman my mother tried to raise. I gave her the only out she was going to receive, and she didn’t take it.
I’m not one to give more than one chance.
Except to her.
But not when I’m deep inside her tight cunt and ready to fucking explode.
Propelling my body upward, I slam into Bay with the intensity of a man depraved. I am. Especially since I had to endure Vivian’s bullshit and the hell I’m going to get when she gets her hands on me again and tries to corner me.
Bay grips the back of my bike for purchase while the gun points to any motherfucker who dares near us.
I’ll leave that in her capable hands.
Right now, I binge in the way my body ignites and hums with each thrust. My balls constrict needily, wanting to finish, wanting to come.
