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Before she could second-guess her own words, he scooted closer. He shifted his position, lifting himself higher but never losing contact with her, and his chest hovered over hers.

When his mouth crashed against hers, she exploded—not in an orgasmic release but something more profound. She reached up and cupped his jaw while the two of them tangled their tongues in feverish and desperate passion.

A raging inferno of desire blazed deep inside her. As she slid her fingers along his face and up into his hair, she was desperate for more. Curling them into his untamed locks, she pulled him against her. His thick erection pressed against her thigh, and her pussy pulsed in need.

He mauled her possessively, claiming her mouth like a feral beast while simultaneously keeping his touch teasing. Bringing his fingers together, he pinched and plucked at the stiff peak of her nipple.

When she moaned, he swallowed it and deepened their kiss.

The tips of his fingers skittered lower, along her belly. Normally, such a sensation would’ve tickled. Not tonight. Now, it was a brutal torture that fed a long-denied ache.

She needed Kid—craved him animalistically. Every reservation she’d had evaporated the moment he kissed her. Her skin was on fire. When his hips rocked against her leg, she yearned to feel every inch of him.

Lower, his hand skimmed past her belly button, and her heart stopped.

No. Not now.

The waistband of her panties lifted, and her body chilled. She blinked, and her bedroom evaporated.

Flashes of memories took over her consciousness.

“You’ve never done it?” Mike, her biker boyfriend, asked as he ran his hands up and down Carrie’s arms. “You don’t know what you’re missing. Fucking on vitamin K is amazing.”

Sitting on his lap, she warily eyed Machete, Mike’s club brother, as he offered her a nondescript pink pill. “I dunno.”

Ecstasy was one thing. She could do that occasionally and not worry about developing an addiction, but the harder stuff… she wasn’t so sure. Carrie considered herself a recreational user and never wanted to cross the line into dependency.

Mike dipped his hand between her thighs and pressed it against her jean-covered sex, grinding the seam against her slit.

Her cheeks blazed as she averted her gaze away from Machete’s. She hated when he groped her so openly in front of his brothers. Sure, a pat on the ass, a tweak of her tit was fine, but grabbing her pussy? That was a step too far.

He said something about showing his brothers who she belonged to, but that didn’t stop them from trying to touch her when he wasn’t around. And sometimes while he was.

“I’ll do it with you.” Mike’s words were hot along her neck before he latched on, biting into her flesh.

She squealed in pain, her body bucking against his. His grip on her tightened.

Machete tossed the pill into her open mouth. Mike pulled his hand from between her thighs and covered her face. “Swallow, baby. I know you’re good at it.”

She blinked and gulped the ketamine.

Her mind raced.

“Yours or ours?” someone asked.

What did that mean?

“Definitely ours,” Mike all but growled. “You ready to be property?” he cooed in her ear. “Bloody Scorpion property.”

“What?” she whined.

Where the hell was she?

Mike stroked her cheek. His cock was hard against the back of her head. She was lying in his lap, but why was it cold? How could she be sweating when she was so chilled? Her neck was made of jelly, and her head rolled to the side. A hot poker jabbed the area inches above her pussy over and over.

She screeched but couldn’t move. Her legs were made of lead.

A consistent buzzing filled her ears, torture scratched into the flesh of her private area, and tears streamed down her face.