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Jett pulls free of my body, yanks up his jeans, and tucks himself inside before fastening the fly.

“This is a new low even for you. Do I need to get tested? Did you even wash your cock after you came inside me only two hours ago? Or did she lick the taste of me off you?”

My sharp inhalation fills the room and I want to be sick.Oh, God. He slept with her only a few hours ago?

“That’s enough, bitch.” Jett’s tone is menacing, and I baulk and shrink back on the counter, even though his anger is not directed at me.

“Oh, honey. It’s nowhere near enough. In fact, I’m just getting started.” A cutting grin splits her pretty face. She might actually be more terrifying than all the bikers in this clubhouse combined. “I’m going to take you to the fucking cleaners, darlin’.”

She twists the nickname he calls me into something bitter and ugly, and I know that’s what this is. What we’ve done isn’t beautiful. It isn’t making love or the sweet exploration of our bodies joining to find release. It’s ugly. It’s adultery. It’s thoughtless and cruel. Not just to Mia or Joshua, but to Jett and me too.

Mia turns on her heels and stalks from the kitchen. “Jesus Christ. Mia, wait,” Jett calls to his wife.His wife.

I lower my gaze. My skin is still hot with desire, still yearning to be touched, but my mind revolts. I had sex with a married man. I let him fuck me like I’d never been fucked before, and worse still, I broke my vows to a man who’s lying half-dead in a nursing home across the city. A man I promised to cherish and honour for the rest of my life. A man I lied to.

I can feel the weight of Jett’s stare, and it’s clear from the sounds of Brooke and Hannah’s gasped exclamations from the lounge that Mia’s reign of terror is in full swing.

“Er ... Jett said no one’s supposed to go out there,” Killer says.

“Jett can fucking eat me. Oh, wait. He’s busy fucking his club whore,” Mia replies, and then the front door slams.

“Shit!” Jett buckles his belt and leaves the room almost as fast as Mia did. I stare at the ceiling and will the tears away. I hop down off the counter and bury my face in my hands.

“Well that was fast,” Grim says, his voice is full of hurt and hatred.

I glance up, hastily swiping at the tears that’ve spilled over my lashes and down my cheeks. Grim stands in the doorway, his hands balled into fists at his side, his mouth pulled into a harsh line that makes his scars appear all the more formidable. I pull the robe closed and cover myself from view. When I meet his gaze, it’s hard, and unyielding. Accusatory.

“How long have you been there?”

“Long enough. That’s how it’s always going to be with him. You know that, right? He can’t leave his wife because the bitch knows too fucking much.”

I shake my head and attempt to walk by. “I’m not talking about this with you.”

“Oh, you won’t talk to me about it, huh? Why is that, Raine? Because your guilt is eating you alive? Did you think about your husband at all while Jett was burying his dick inside—”

I slap him. The clap rings through the room. My hand stings. Grim reaches out and grasps my wrist, holding it tight, too tight. I whimper. His angry eyes bore into mine, and I yank free of his grip. I brush past and run out of the kitchen and through the clubhouse, back to my room where it’s safe. Where I can hide from the horrible things I’ve done, lie down on the bed, and wish I’d never met anyone from the Savage Saints MC.