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Fuck me…

Her hair is loose, brushing against her back, cheeks flushed from drinking. She’s watching us, eyes narrowed, that jealous spark I’ve come to recognize burning hot. Brenda follows my gaze and smirks. “What, her? She’s just some little prospect. You can’t have that, anyways. Let me show you what a real club girl can⁠—”

Tatum moves before I can react. Moving slowly through the crowd, she snatches a bottle of tequila off one of the tables. As she makes her way up the steps, she “accidentally” catches her boot on a loose board. Stumbling forward hard, she shoulder-checks Brenda right in the side. Brenda goes down with a sharp cry, twisting her ankle on the way and hitting the wooden deck with a thud. The bottle she was holding shatters, spilling tequila and glass shards all over Brenda.

“Shit, sorry!” Tatum slurs, righting herself, but there’s no real apology in her voice. She steadies herself against the railing, eyes locked on me before she turns to Brenda with fake sincerity. “I didn’t see you there, Brenda. I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”

Brenda curses, clutching her ankle. A couple brothers nearby laugh, but one of the other bunnies helps her up. “You fucking bitch. That was on purpose!”

Tatum shrugs, feigning shock. “No, it was an accident. I swear! The place is crowded, and that stupid board needs to be fixed.”

Her gaze flicks to me, defiant and drunk and pissed. The air between us crackles. I bite back a grin. Jealous Tatum is a dangerous, sexy thing. I nod at one of the prospects to help Brenda inside, then grab Tatum’s arm before she can stumble off. “Easy there, Spitfire. You’re hammered.”

“Am not,” she mutters, but she leans into me anyway, her body warm and smelling like tequila and faint leather.

The party swirls around us—fireworks exploding in bursts of color, brothers cheering, smoke from the grill mixing with weed in the air. Someone sets off more bottle rockets near the tree line.

I steer her through the crowd, away from prying eyes. “You saw Brenda on me and lost it, huh?”

She scoffs but doesn’t deny it. Her hand slides under my cut and shirt, fingers pressing against my abs. “She thinks she owns you. Nobody owns you but…” She trails off, biting her lip.

I smirk. Pulling her closer, I angle my body to hide hers from the crowd, so she’s flush against me. “But what? Say it.”

Instead of answering, she glances around at the party still raging. Fireworks continue to burst overhead, casting flashes of color across her flushed face.

“Not here,” she mutters, but she doesn’t pull away. We linger near the edge of the crowd for a while longer—her leaning into me, my hand possessively on her hip as we watch brothers arm-wrestle near the bonfire and club bunnies dance wildly.

Every time someone looks our way too long, trying to figure out who’s in my arms, I pull her tighter, daring them to say something. Eventually, the tension becomes too much. I lean down, lips brushing her ear. “My room or yours?”

“Mine,” she says quickly, a wicked little smile tugging at her lips. “It’s closer.”

We slip away from the party like shadows, weaving through the crowd until we reach the quieter hallway leading to the pledge rooms. The second her door shuts behind us, the distant thump of music and crack of fireworks fade into background noise. It’s just us.

Tatum doesn’t waste time. She shoves me back against the door roughly, dropping to her knees with drunk determination. Her fingers make quick work of my belt and jeans, freeing my cock. I’m already hard, the barbells glint in the low light, making them look like shadows and a deeper modification than what they are.

“Fuck, Tatum…” I groan as her warm mouth wraps around the head. She takes me deep right away, tongue swirling around the piercings, teasing each barbell as she bobs her head. The wet heat combined with the way she hums around me has me fisting her hair almost instantly.

Goddamn, this woman.

The feral need she constantly feeds surges through me.

She’s mine. Only mine. The way her throat tightens around my cock, the way she looks up at me with those glassy, jealous eyes—fuck, I’d kill for her.

She pulls back with a wet pop, stroking me with her hand while her tongue drags along the underside, playing with every barbell. “You’re so hard for me,” she slurs, voice husky. “Not for Brenda. Not for any of them. Just me.”

“Only you,” I growl, hips twitching. “Suck it like you mean it, baby. Show me who this cock belongs to.” She does—taking me deeper, gagging slightly as she works me with filthy enthusiasm. The sounds are obscene, spit dripping down her chin. I’m close already when she suddenly pulls off, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and standing up.

“Come on,” she says, tugging me toward the bed. “Unless you think I should go back out there and take it out on Brenda. I did say I’d cut those hands off for touching what’s mine.” Her eyes gleam with drunk possessiveness as she pushes me down onto the mattress and climbs on top of me. “But I think the reminder is better used on you.”

Fuck, yes. Mark me. Claim me. Ruin me. I want everyone to know I’m yours.

She stands, stripping quickly, tossing her tank top and shorts aside. Those perfect tits with the silver little hearts bounce as she straddles me. She’s soaked already, slick heat sliding along my cock as she grinds against me teasingly. “Only me,” I rasp, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. “This pussy is only for me. Say it while you ride my cock.”

“Only you,” she moans, sinking down onto me in one slow, torturous slide. We both groan as every barbell slowly disappears inside her warm cunt. She doesn’t take her time. Instead, she rides me hard—grinding deep, rolling her hips in filthy circles that make my eyes roll back.

“That’s it, Spitfire. Fuck yourself on me. Take every inch like the greedy little thing you are.” I thrust up to meet her, the bed creaking wildly. Her tits bounce with every movement. I reach up and tug on her nipple piercings, twisting just how she likes. She cries out, clenching tighter around me. Then she leans over me to her nightstand, pulling a pocketknife out of the drawer. She flicks the blade open with a metallic click. My eyes widen, but my cock throbs inside her, causing her to grin.

“Tatum—”