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Chapter Forty

Ghost

My heart thumped wildly while I waited for her to walk into my room. I wasn’t lying when I told her there wasn’t a choice. She could try to deny what we had. She could run from it. But I would fucking chase her to the ends of the goddamn Earth.

I wasn’t letting her go again.

Her hesitant steps into the room were a contrast from the night we met. She was confident then. She had known exactly what she wanted, and she set out to get it.

Well, I knew what the fuck I wanted and no one, including the woman standing before me would stand in my fucking way. Hearing her talk about marrying Dante had my blood boiling.

For months, I had been obsessing about this woman. Fantasizing about what I would do if I ever found her again, only for her to walk in the front door of the damn clubhouse.

“You remember what I said about the night we met?” Her eyes reached mine and flared with lust. “About what I wanted to do to the man who dared to put his hands on what was mine?”

The slight pink blush rose up her neck as her eyes cast downward. “I do,” she whispered.

Stalking toward her slowly, I felt like a predator closing in on his prey. Careful not to startle and chase them away. Not that she had anywhere to run where I wouldn’t chase her down and bring her back.

Stopping in front of her, my finger under her chin, I lifted her face to mine. “Then why the fuck would you put Dante’s life in danger, and risk starting a fucking war in the main room of my clubhouse by even making a joke about marrying him?”

“I wasn’t joking,” she said defiantly. “I would marry Dante tomorrow if that was the only way I could keep Dani in my life.”

“I told you, Princess, I won’t let them take her away from you.” My hand moved to her neck. “Trust me.”

“I can’t trust you,” she whispered. Once more, dropping her eyes and sounding lost and afraid.

“But you trust Dante?” I asked, my grip tightening on her neck, waiting for her answer. But not wanting her to respond. “He can’t love you the way I do. You’ll never want him the way you want me.”

When her eyes raised back to mine, her words fueled an ember in me that had been festering in my soul. It was like someone had tossed a rag soaked in gasoline on the burning coals that hadn’t gone out since the night she ran away when she said, “That’s why I trust him.”

My lips slammed into hers. The hand on her neck moved to the back of her head, holding her in place, not that she tried to get away. My other hand grabbed her hip, pulling her closer. I needed to feel her against me. Needed to feel her body heat, her skin against mine. I was desperate for her.

Ripping my lips from hers, I stepped back, trying to slow down. The first time we were together it was hard and fast because I couldn’t wait. I never got the chance for more because she got spooked. I wouldn’t make the same mistake.

“Get undressed and lie down.” My voice was harsher than I intended, but I was at breaking point. I needed to see all of this woman. Everything I missed out on the first time.

“Travis.” Her voice, quiet and shy, would be my undoing.

My finger pressed against her lip. “Shhh. Take off your fucking clothes. Lay on the goddamn bed and let me eat that pussy I was denied last time.”

She shuddered against me and closed her eyes. Her hands went to the hem of her shirt and she tore it over her head. Next went her jeans. Toeing off her shoes, her hands trembled as she unsnapped the button on her pants and pushed them to the floor. Stepping out, her hands went behind her back and the bra she wore fell to the pile she had created.

When she finally opened her eyes, they locked on mine as her thumbs hooked the narrow elastic at her hip and she slowly slid her pink thong down her long, toned legs.

“There’s my pretty whore. Fuck, have I missed you.”

Raising my hand, I gently ran a finger across her collarbone, down between her breasts. Splaying my hand over her chest bone, I shoved her to the bed.

Her feet pulled up to the edge of the bed and her knees fell open.

“Fuck, look at the pretty pussy. She’s weeping with how much she missed me.”

Kneeling before her on the floor, I grabbed her hips, sliding her ass closer to the edge. Trailing a finger through her slit and gathering some of the moisture, she watched as I brought my finger to my lips and sucked.

“So fucking sweet,” I groaned.

I leaned in, needing a taste directly from the source. My tongue slid through her folds. I held her ass in my hands, lifting her for a better reach.