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  I shivered, pulling away from him.

  “What are you doing?” Stone reached for my hand.

  “I ...” I stepped out of the tub, wrapping a towel around my body. “You make me lose control. I can’t lose control. Not with you.”

  He leaned back, a slight smirk spreading on his face.

  I frowned, staring down at him. “You’re proud of that fact, aren’t you?”

  “Little bit.”

  I huffed, stomping out of the bathroom.

  Stone chuckled. “We don’t need to be in control, Creena,” he said, leaving the tub and coming toward me.

  “No? Are you sure?” My eyes landed on the heavy, pierced weight between his legs. My body ached to be filled by him. “Because I seem to recall you need it,” I reminded him, backing up until I hit the edge of my bed.

  “Yeah.” He wrapped his fingers around the base of my throat, leaning toward me. “Just like you crave when I submit to you.”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I licked my lips, glancing down at the fullness of his mouth. My tongue tingled.

  “I think you do.” His mouth was mere inches from mine. “It makes you wet knowing I’ll beg you. Your pussy drips with pleasure knowing I’ll dominate you too. You’re my little switch, aren’t you?”

  “Stone,” I breathed, my fingers itching to touch every drop of water running down his hard body.

  “Tell me, Creena. Tell me how much you love switching roles for me.”

  Every second that passed with this man, I was surprised even more by these feelings rushing through me. “I ...”

  “Yeah?” His hold on my throat tightened.

  “Kiss me,” I demanded.

  His mouth turned up into a grin. “You kiss me first.”

  Neither of us moved. The sense of power and control washed over us, teasing and waiting to see who would give in first.

  Fuck it.

  Curling my arms around his neck, I covered his mouth with mine. The kiss was hot. It became desperate as soon as our lips touched. With my hands in his hair and our mouths fused together, his kiss took me away. From all the pain. From the fear. The dark shit that had happened over the past several months.

  “Creena,” he growled against my mouth. “Focus on me.”

  Not realizing I had become stiff, his words relaxed me, and I did as he asked.

  Stone pushed me back onto the bed and knelt between my legs. Forcing his tongue between my lips, he tilted my head and fucked his way into my mouth.

  I moaned, the strokes of his tongue against mine only heightening the desire I had for him.

  He pushed between my legs, his pelvis hitting mine. “Condom.”

  “I thought you said we’re not having sex,” I panted, digging my heels into the flesh of his ass.

  “I don’t give a shit what I said,” he snarled, biting my bottom lip. “Condom.”

  “I don’t have one,” I said against his mouth.

  “Fuck.”

  I giggled, kissing him harder and reached between us. “Don’t worry, baby boy,” I purred, wrapping my fingers around his thick cock, “I’ll take care of you.”

  ***

  (Stone)

  Baby boy.

  Holy shit.

  Hottest pet name ever.

  Creena pulled and tugged, her small hand stroking from base to tip before lifting her towel-covered hips.

  I shivered, needing more than just her hand but I wouldn’t fuck her without a condom. Not yet. I also wanted her to beg. I wanted the lust to take control and get to where we needed each other until we couldn’t do anything else but fuck.

  Inching a hand beneath the towel, I brushed my fingers up her inner thigh.

  She jumped, arching beneath me when I came into contact with her soaked pussy.

  “Someone is nice and wet for me,” I purred, licking up the shell of her ear.

  “Hmmm,” she breathed, her voice soft and husky. “And you’re hard for me.” She gave the barbell piercing my dick a tug.

  My hips thrust into her hand, a hot shiver hitting me square in the balls.

  She played dirty.

  Well, I was the Master of dirty. Thrusting two fingers into her, I released her mouth and watched her eyes dilate. “Picture my cock inside you.”

  She moaned, lifting her hips in time with my fingers while she stroked my cock.

  “Can you imagine me thrusting in and out of you?” I nipped the gentle spot beneath her ear. “Can you imagine my fat cock filling you up?”

  “Yes.” She released me and lifted her towel before guiding the tip of my dick over her engorged clit. “Oh, fuck.”

  “Shit, Creena.” My body shook. “You’re going to kill me.” I removed my fingers from her and spread her legs, thrusting my hips forward. The ball in the barbell rubbed the swollen nub, making her eyes roll into the back of her head. “Have you ever had a pierced dick inside of you before me?” I asked, biting her chin.

  “No,” she whimpered. “Oh, God, Stone,” she arched beneath me. “Faster.”

  Pumping my cock through the folds of her pussy, it took everything in my power not to slam inside her tight heat.

  “Creena,” I groaned, digging my fingers into her inner thighs. My hips moved of their own accord, thrusting hard and fast. It was almost as good as sex. The sense of losing it and the most intimate parts of our bodies touching and caressing, forcing us to jump over that edge. “Come against my dick, baby.”

  She threw her head back, arching beneath me, and lifted her hips up and down. Up. Down. Fast. Hard. Rough.

  “Yes,” I growled. Grabbing one of her hands, I held it above her head, squeezing her fingers between mine.

  “Stone,” she panted. “Oh, fucking hell.”

  Ripping open the towel, I closed my mouth around her rosy nipple and sunk my teeth into the tender flesh.

  She yelped, scratching her nails into my shoulder.

  “That’s it, Creena,” I said around the nub. “Scratch me. Make me fucking bleed. Show me how good I make you feel.”

  She cried out. “Fuck, Stone. Bite me. Harder.”

  Sweeping my tongue over the swollen peak, I sucked and pulled, repeating my movements with her other breast. Massaging and kneading, I pushed her tit into my mouth. I bit and sucked. I fucking devoured her breasts.

  “Faster, Sto—oh,” she whimpered, shaking through her release.

  I took that as my cue and covered her mouth with mine.

  She wrapped her arms around my shoulders, deepening the kiss. “Come for me, Stone,” she panted. “Come. Now.”

  Her command shot straight to my balls. They pulled up into my body when a blinding light exploded in my vision. A release shattered through me, covering her lower abdomen. “Shit,” I breathed, easing the racing of my heart.

  Creena sighed.

  “Tonight,” I told her, trailing tiny bites down the length of her jaw. “I need you tonight.”

  “Yeah? Where?” Her hands roamed down my back before grabbing my ass and pulling me forward.

  “Fuck,” I shivered. “I need inside your cunt.”

  “Why?” she asked, licking her lips, her eyes glowing with mischief.

  “This is why.” I moved down the length of her body and before she had a chance to question what I was doing, I covered her core with my mouth. Tasting her desire mixed with my own on my tongue, I spent the next hour showing her what I promised to do later.

  It was only a hint, a taste, a fucking inkling of what I had planned. This woman would be wrapped around my cock again and I would make damn sure neither of us forgot it the next day.

  I WOKE TO a soft knock on the door.

  Rolling over in bed, I realized I had fallen asleep after Stone’s insatiable need to leave me sore and wanton with need. We didn’t have sex, but if he fucked with his cock like he did with his tongue, I knew I was in for it.

  But it was a need I would have to ignore until I went to his place later that evening. He was delic
ious. I couldn’t resist him. I enjoyed flirting and pushing him. And I absolutely loved when he pushed back. My body heated. Maybe if I ignored the knock, whoever it was would go away and I could play with my—

  The knock sounded again.

  Shit.

  “Creena?” Meeka called out, her voice muffled by the closed door.

  Quickly pulling on shorts and a tank top, I opened the door. “What’s up?”

  She raised an eyebrow, her gaze raking over me. “Have a good nap?”

  I laughed, heat crawling up my neck. “Oh, yeah. More like I passed out from pure exhaustion.”

  “You two were quiet for being exhausted after,” she teased.

  “Oh, we didn’t have sex.” But God help me, I wished we did.

  “Good because I love you but I really don’t want to hear any more of your screams.” She winked.

  “Oh, God.” I slapped a palm to my face. “Sorry.”

  “Don’t worry about it.” She laughed. “But listen, we’re going to the club and then heading to Jay’s. Want to come see her and the baby with me?”

  “Aren’t they on their honeymoon?” I asked, moving to my closet and pulling out a white summer dress.

  “Supposed to be, but you know how they are. Angel apparently called a meeting with the guys. They found out some new shit about the Organization.”

  “Ah,” I said, absentmindedly, smiling to myself while I held up the dress. It would fall to my feet and had spaghetti straps. It would hide my scars but I also wouldn’t be able to wear a bra with it. Fuck it. This was perfect.

  “Um ... Creena?”

  I wondered how long it would take for Stone to rip this off of me. “Hmm?”

  “I was talking to you.”

  “Yeah?”

  Meeka laughed. “You’re planning on teasing him, aren’t you?”

  “Girl,” I inhaled a sharp breath. “He’s like tequila. I know it’s bad for me but damn, I want more. I want to get fucking drunk off of him.”

  “I know how that is.” Meeka sat on the bed. “I think he feels the same way.”

  “Right now, I don’t care how he feels,” I told her, pulling down my shorts and lifting my tank top over my head.

  “Well, good thing you’re not shy.” She giggled.

  I winked, stepping into the dress and smoothed it down my body. It was one thing I gave Meeka. She never asked about my scars. “I can’t be shy if I want to get Stone back in my bed.”

  “Wasn’t he already in your bed?”

  “Yes, but we didn’t have sex.” I grinned. “Well, not completely, anyway.”

  “You have it bad,” she pointed out.

  “No.” I shrugged. “It’s been awhile.” Stone was something else. Something fresh. He was like a new toy, and I planned on playing with him until he broke.

  ***

  (Stone)

  “Well, don’t you look fucking happy for once,” Dale Michaels, another member of Vice-One, teased. He punched me in the arm, trying to be funny but, really, he wasn’t.

  I smirked. If he only knew.

  “Did you finally get laid?” he asked, waggling his eyebrows.

  “Just because your shit is sorted doesn’t mean I’m going to spill all my dark and dirty secrets with you.” I raised my hand when he went to speak. “Just stop. No one wants to hear your voice anymore.”

  He scowled. “Fucker.”

  “You love me.” I blew him a kiss.

  He shook his head. “You’ve been hanging out with me too much,” he muttered, his gaze moving past me. “Saved by my beautiful girlfriend.” He clapped his hand on my shoulder, giving it a squeeze before walking past me.

  A giggle sounded from behind me.

  I didn’t have to look to know that Dale had kissed Max, his girlfriend, and took her breath. It was something I didn’t want to see knowing that familiar ache would settle in my chest.

  My blood vibrated through my veins. Fuck. I needed to sort that shit out before it took control.

  Clearing my throat, I walked back and forth a couple times when my heart settled. It had been the same shit, different pile for the past few months.

  Panic. Breathe. Fuck. Repeat.

  It was the only thing that had saved my life for the past two years. And her. Always her.

  I stepped outside into the warm sun when I stopped in my tracks.

  Creena walked up the parking lot with Meeka and Asher.

  My mouth watered at the sight before me.

  She wore a floor-length white dress that accentuated her olive skin tone. Her dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail that I would give anything to grab onto. It was the perfect length for me to wrap around my hand while I fucked her from behind.

  My dick jumped in my pants. Shielding myself from anyone but her, I waited for her to notice me.

  Her gaze met mine, her mouth twitching at the corners. Her eyes roamed to my waist, a slow grin spreading on her beautiful face.

  Much to my surprise, she walked right up to me.

  “Miss me?” she purred, licking her tongue over her bottom lip.

  My voice was lost on my tongue as I stared at the perfection before me.

  Her deep green eyes darkened. “Stone, what’s wrong?”

  My stomach twisted at the concern in her voice. My gaze raked over her, my blood pumping straight to my dick.

  “You know ... I do have a room here.” She patted my chest, running her hand down my torso, and stopped at my belt. “You could have me bent over in a matter of minutes, baby boy.”

  My heart hammered against my rib cage. Heat enveloped me. If we weren’t surrounded by our friends, I would fuck her right against the wall.

  “Stone,” she murmured.

  “What are you doing to me?” I asked, grabbing her hand and kissing her knuckles.

  “Nothing yet.” She winked and stepped away from me. “Later, baby.”

  ***

  (Creena)

  As soon I turned around, he would see how the dress hugged my ass. I got the exact reaction I was looking for.

  Stone groaned, adjusting himself, and rolled his eyes.

  Throwing my head back, I let out a hard laugh.

  His grin widened. He enjoyed the back and forth just as much as I did.

  “You’re killing me, woman.” He threw an arm around my shoulders, pulling me into his side. “I know you don’t want to talk about them, but your scars are beautiful.”

  My heart stuttered. No one had ever said that to me before.

  “And you do realize there are bite marks on your arms and shoulders, right?”

  My mouth dropped. “What?”

  “My mark is all over you,” he whispered in my ear. “I know you’re trying to tease me, but I don’t appreciate other men seeing those marks,” his voice dipped low enough for only me to hear. “It makes me want to throw you on the ground right here and fuck the shit out of you.”

  I swallowed hard. “Give me your hoodie then.”

  He didn’t even hesitate and pulled the fabric over his head, revealing a tight, black, long-sleeve shirt. Although it covered his ink, it did nothing to hide the hard muscles rippling beneath his skin.

  Stone handed me the sweatshirt. “What if I’m lying?”

  I glared, snatching the hoodie from him and pulling it over my head. “If you are” —I shivered as the scent of him wafted into my nose— “I’ll just deny you access to my body.”

  His smile faltered. “Try it.”

  I smirked. “Threatening me, baby boy?”

  His smile pulled up into an evil grin. But instead of saying anything or giving me the dirty words I had come to crave, he walked away.

  As soon as he brushed past me, the breath I had been holding was sucked right from my lungs.

  “What’s with the hoodie?” Meeka asked, coming up beside me.

  My cheeks heated. “Um ... I was chilly.”

  She raised an eyebrow. “Seriously?”

  I huffed, gently smacking her
arm. “Why didn’t you tell me you could see bite marks on my arms and shoulders?”

  “I thought you knew. You didn’t know?”

  “How could I?” I scowled, crossing my arms under my chest. The hairs on my nape tingled. Knowing Stone was looking my way, I lifted my middle finger and flipped him off.

  A booming laugh came from him, the sound reverberating into my ears. I smiled.

  “You’re going to kill each other with tension.” Meeka pursed her lips. “I need to find Asher.” And with that, she headed inside the clubhouse.

  I smiled to myself, shaking my head.

  Brogan came up beside me. “Hey, Creena.”

  “Hey, girl. Ready for your first meeting?” I asked, hopping up on the picnic table.

  She grunted. “Not really. Jay’s lucky I love her.”

  “You’ll do fine,” I reassured her. Not that she needed it. She was the smallest of our group but definitely the strongest. Physically, anyway.

  “So, you and Stone, huh?” Brogan waggled her eyebrows, stretching her arms up and above her head.

  “What about me and Stone?” I winked, glancing at the guy who left my bed not long before.

  He was bent over a table covered by blueprints while Asher gave directions. They were done fixing the hole in the wall due to the club getting hit a couple months back but now they were expanding the place.

  “Coby likes him,” Brogan said, interrupting my thoughts. “And that’s saying something. It takes a while for him to like anyone.”

  “Except for you,” I pointed out.

  Her smile grew. “Yeah, well, even we have our issues.”

  I nodded, my stomach twisting over what they had been through several weeks back. They wouldn’t talk about it. We only knew that Brogan had taken out Tina Birtch, one of the people running the Organization.

  “Something is off, though.” Brogan rubbed the back of her neck.

  I met her gaze. “What do you mean?”

  “I don’t know, but I can feel it.” She shivered. “I don’t like this feeling. Tyler is in jail and both Charles and Zane are dead and ... and ... Tina .... I feel like a weight should be lifted, but it’s like it only got heavier.”