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Her words caused the telltale tingle on my lower back. Fuck. I knew she was in the moment, but she didn’t understand what those words were doing to me. I would fucking claim her. Mark her as mine, and put a fucking property cut on her back.

“Princess, I already fucking claimed you the first night we met. You never should have walked into my clubhouse, ‘cause I’ll never let you fucking leave.”

I slammed my lips onto hers. My tongue claimed her mouth as my dick claimed her pussy. Forget the fucking condom. She was mine now. I never fucked without a wrap before. I hadn’t been with any of the girls in over two months. And I got tested once the only sex I was having was with my fucking palm.

I knew I should have told her all this before I entered her body, but I didn’t want her to say no. Was I an asshole? Probably. Did I care? Not a fucking bit.

Was she on birth control? Didn’t fucking know, nor did I fucking care. As I thrust in and out of her body, I prayed she wasn’t. I wanted her knocked up with my fucking kid. A little brother or sister for Dani.

That’s how fucking sure I was that I would do whatever the hell I had to in order for Dani to be in her life.

“Fuck, Princess,” I groaned.

Releasing her hands, I held the headboard for leverage. Pulling her legs up around my waist, I pounded into her.

“Tell me you’re mine, Princess.”

“I’m yours, Travis.”

“Tell me whose pussy this is.”

“It’s your pussy, Travis.”

“Fuck yea, it’s mine,” I said, grinding into her. “You’re mine, Melissa.”

Her eyes snapped open; my gaze locked onto hers, and I let her see every fucking thing I felt for her.

“Travis,” she whispered. Her eyes closed as her orgasm took over. Her feet dug into my back as her pussy clamped down on my dick like a fucking vise.

“FUCK!” I yelled as I emptied myself into her. Filling her womb with my fucking seed, praying it would take root. Tying her to me forever, whether she wanted me or not.

Chapter Forty-One

Melissa

“You’re mine, Melissa.”

My eyes snapped open, peering up into the eyes of the man I loved. The man I wanted. The man I couldn’t have because he was in a club.

The look on his face, what he let me see said maybe he loved me too. But it didn’t matter. We could never be together. I couldn’t stay in the clubhouse. And he would never leave.

“Travis,” I whispered, my voice rasped in despair, as my orgasm washed over me. I dug my feet into his back, holding him to me for a moment longer before I would have to let him go forever.

“FUCK!” Travis yelled his release, and his body went rigid as he came inside me. I knew he hadn’t used anything. I should have stopped him. I was on the pill; I wasn’t worried about pregnancy. But he was a biker. It was irresponsible of me to not push for protection.

Travis gathered me in his arms, holding me against his chest.

“I meant what I said, Princess. I can already feel you pulling back. But I’m not letting you go.”

“Travis—”

“Not now,” he interrupted. “We’ll talk later. I just want to hold you.”

I snuggled in close. Travis was right. We could talk later. Right now, he wanted me and I wanted him. There was no point in shattering what we just shared with the truth of our situation.

He pulled the blankets over us and it wasn’t long before he was asleep. I laid there thinking about how much my life had spiraled in a matter of months.

Everything was gone. My home. My practice. My friends. Soon Dani would be gone too. Dante said they wouldn’t take her from me, but what he was suggesting wasn’t practical. It would be confusing for Dani.