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“Fuck you, Demon,” I pant.
“That’s exactly what you’re doing,” he growls, and to prove his point, he rails into me over and over again.
He holds my arms in place with one hand and skims his other down over my breasts to my stomach before coming to a stop just above my clit. I push back on his dick, and he removes his hand to deliver a sharp smack on my ass.
“Demon,” I plead.
“Who’s in charge?” he asks. I snap my mouth closed, refusing to answer him. His wet hand bounces off my backside again. “Who’s in fucking charge here, Jezebel?” he demands, but I can’t speak because he moves his hand to rub circles around my clit. Demon stops when he feels my body tighten in response. “I’m waiting, baby.”
“You’re in charge,” I pant, unable to take any more torture.
“Damn right,” he growls, pinching my clit, and I detonate around him.
He pumps his release into me at the same time. Demon releases his hold on my wrists and spins me around to fuse his mouth to mine in a hot, searing kiss.
I drop my head, breaking contact. “I’m worried about him, Demon,” I say, laying my fears out there.
“I know, babe.” He wraps his arms around me as the water cascades over us. “The club will keep him safe. Soul knows how much he means to you. But you know as well as I do that they’re going to test him to see if he has what it takes to keep you safe.”
“I can prote?—”
He places his finger over my mouth. “We know you can protect yourself, doesn’t mean you have to.”
“Fine,” I concede. “If I can’t go check on Phantom, why don’t we work on the plan to take out this pedophile ring?”
Demon’s eyes flicker with rage. “That we can do.”
After we finish our shower, we spend the rest of the day planning the sting.
“Are you good with the plan?” I ask hours later.
“This is the way it has to go down,” Demon acknowledges. “Your twin is going to be pissed though.”
“This isn’t about the club, Demon,” I snap. “I’m sorry. I started down this rabbit hole, and I need to see it through. We’re going to end these bastards once and for all.”
I just hope Phantom and Soul can forgive us at the end of it.
“His name is Randy Costa.”
I stare out the windshield from the passenger seat in the panel van Malice and I left the clubhouse in. Grim, Soul, Thorn, Knuckles, and Zippy are riding ahead of us to make sure our target is where he’s supposed to be.
“And we’re going after him because…”
“Does it matter?” Malice asks, the question clipped.
Sensing that my answer is important, I shrug. “Not really. Just curious.”
“Good man,” he says with a grin. “Lesson one: never question orders.” He glances at me for a split-second before returning his attention to the road. “We’re going after him because he’s been identified by Lock and Fort as someone connected to the pedo ring.”
The edges of my vision darken with rage. “Does Jez know you identified him?”
Malice snorts. “What do you think?”
“Are you trying to get me sterilized?” I demand.
At that, he laughs. “Lesson number two, prospect: Club business is club business. What she doesn’t know can’t hurt her.”
“And if you believe that, you’re not nearly as smart as you think you are.”