Her eyes flash for a millisecond. “Just the flash drive and the note from my father.”
“So, a big black garbage bag and all that was in it was a tiny USB drive and a note?”
“I never said my father was logical. He probably wrapped it that way as a diversion.”
She’s good, but again I get that wonky feeling she’s holding back on me.
“Still doesn’t change the fact you didn’t come to me. Didn’t tell me about Viper’s threats.”
“Would you share what you discuss with the Kings?”
“Totally fuckin’ different.”
“It’s not, but you’ll never see it that way.”
“I can’t ever trust you again.” The words fall out of my mouth, fast and hard.
“Just like I can’t trust you.”
She holds my gaze, and the room shrinks to just her and me. A battle of wills. Two hard-ass people life has fucked over way more than once. She’s lied to me, made a deal with my worst enemy, and yet . . .
In two big steps, I’m at the side of the bed. In another second, I have her shoulders pinned to the mattress.
SAMMIE
Deuce hovers over me. Glaring, relentless. The mattress shifts under his weight. His hot breath teases my ear. “Then I’d say we got a big fuckin’ problem.”
“Yes,” I whisper into his neck. The heat of his anger radiates off him in torrid waves.
He rips at the thin material of my thong and sends it flying across the room. “But even with all that, I still wanna fuck you.”
A second later, he rips at the tab and zipper of his jeans, pushing away the denim and kneeing my legs wide until he’s notched between my thighs.
His narrowed eyes never leave mine, and when he drives into me, it isn’t gentle or passionate—it’s raw, real and on fire with the force of his anger. I scream out as he slams into me over and over. The extreme pleasure mixes with just enough pain. Just enough to let me know—this isn’t sex. This is anger and passion wrapped up in redemption.
Two people taking from each other, not caring about the consequences. No present, no future, just the here and now. The outlaw life, where nothing is guaranteed and everything is a gamble.
He gazes down at me, his lips twisting in a grin mixed with a sneer. “Is this what you want?”
I thrash my head against the pillow, and he pinches my jaw between his thumb and forefinger.
“Answer me!” he growls.
“Yes, give me everything.”
Our bodies move as one as all the rage, hate and twisted desire choke both of us. The harder he pounds, the more I want. Like an addict who can’t get enough, even though they know it’s killing them.
He reaches his hand between us, finds my clit and twists hard. My legs widen, and my body sizzles when the shockwaves slam through me. I’m powerless to control it. I don’t want to control it. I let it take over and lift me out of my life to a place only Deuce can create.
He yells out, his hips piston harder, his arms quiver, then he collapses on top of me. I welcome his weight, loving the feel of him. Knowing this is the last time because there are no second chances in the MC world.
We lie like that until my eyes slide shut. Deuce rolls to my side, his arm tightly wound around my waist.
I raise my head. “Did you hear that?”
“Mmmm,” he mumbles against the pillow.
“Like a popping sound.”
