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A strange, soft energy radiates from her, enveloping me in a cloak of warmth. If her energy were a color, it would be pink, like the sky during sunset. She’s so sweet and comforting. Being around her is so soothing. It’s been like this from the moment we met. I need this right now, but I have no idea how to take it from her without giving something up in return. Everyone always wants something from me. Especially women. They see a big, strong guy who can do all kinds of dirty things to them to make them come, but they never see me. Not really. Not who I really am. But somehow, I sense she’s different. She might be able to see right through me, and that’s terrifying. I can’t let that happen.

“What do you really want?” I ask gruffly. “Why did you come into my room tonight?”

I trap her legs beneath my thighs, fully prepared to show her the beast inside me. She has no idea who I really am. I’m a monster. Feral. I take what I want when I want it. Women are always willing to jump into bed with me. And she’s no different. She’s just like all the others. She wants to be in my bed, nothing more. Well, if that’s all she wants, then she’ll get it—hard.

I press her down into the tangled sheets. The comforter is balled up against the headboard, and the sheets are a mess, but I don’t care. I need to forget the past, and there’s only one way I know how to do that. The monster inside me roars to life. It only wants one thing right now.Her.

I knee her thighs open and press my rapidly hardening cock against her panties. Her heat burns through the thin fabric to scorch my skin. Desire courses fast and hot through my veins. I want to fuck her. I need to be inside her. I’m going to die if I can’t feel her velvet sheath wrapped around my cock. She’s making me lose my goddamn mind.

She gasps and writhes against me as if she’s trying to escape. “Scar, what are you doing?”

“Giving you what you want.”

She stops struggling. A hint of pale moonlight glistens in her eyes. Her eyelids lower as she flicks her tongue out to wet her lips. She doesn’t even have to say a word; I know she wants this as much as I do. She needs me to fuck her deep and hard, but she has no idea what she’s asking me to do. She has no clue there’s a monster inside me just waiting to destroy her sweet little pussy.

“I know what you need,” I growl, rolling my hips against hers.

“Scar, wait!” She presses her hands against my chest as if she could hold me back. “This isn’t why I came here.”

“The fuck it isn’t.” I grab her wrists and pin her to the bed. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, thrusting her breasts up with every intake of breath. I’m on the verge of losing my fucking mind. I’m overwhelmed with the need to rip her little white panties off and taste her. I should try to stop myself, but I can’t. Besides, it’s better she sees me like this. That she sees me for what I am.

She slaps me so hard I see stars.

“Fuck!” My hand flies up to cover my stinging cheek.

“I only came in here to see if you were okay.” She shoves my chest, pushing me back onto my heels. “But since you’ve decided to be a complete asshole—fuck you!”

“You came into my room,” I snarl through clenched teeth. I grab her and wrestle her back into submission.

“Only because you were screaming.” Her nostrils flare.

“Fuck!” I grind my hips against hers one last time before releasing her wrists. “Get the hell out of my room.”

“Asshole!” She slams the door on the way out.

“Shit.” I smash my fist into the bed. “Goddamn fucking women!”

I’m furious, but not at her. I’m mad at myself. I almost killed her, and even worse, I almost lost control and fucked her brains out. She has no idea who she’s dealing with. She’s playing with hellfire. If she hadn’t gotten out when she did, I would have destroyed her hot, wet, tight—

“Fuck!”

I jump off the bed. My cock’s so hard I can hardly walk to the bathroom. This is ridiculous. I never lose control like this. She shouldn’t have been in my room. It’s a rule everyone follows. No one dares come in unless I invite them in. She should have known better. I mean, sure, she didn’t know about the rule, but that’s not my fault. How could I have known she’d take it upon herself to be Miss Goody Two-Shoes, wandering around the halls at night just waiting to rescue someone else? Isn’t Max enough to deal with? Does she really want to save me, too? If that’s the case, she has no idea what she’s getting herself into.

I slam the bathroom door behind me. The scent of my sweat curdles my stomach, and I splash water on my face, but it’s not enough. I’m hot and sticky and drowning in lust.This is all her fault.

A shower. I need a shower.

I turn the hot water all the way up, and it doesn’t take long before steam fogs the glass doors. I step into the scaling water and let pain rush through me. My cock’s still rock-hard. I don’t understand why I’m so out of control when I’m around Julia. It’s ridiculous. I’m not a teenager anymore. Those days are long gone. So why am I horny as fuck whenever she’s near me?

I scrub my skin hard, washing away the sweat and trying like hell to stop thinking about Julia laid out on my bed. Instead, I focus on what happened right before she barged into my room. Another nightmare. Sometimes I’ll go several days without one. Sometimes it happens every day for months. I can’t stop them, no matter what I do. I’ve tried everything from getting blackout drunk to underground cage fights. Nothing works. I’ve given up on trying anything else. There’s no point. The only thing that helps temporarily is banging a hot chick. There’s plenty of pussy to go around when you’re the pres of a motorcycle club, so that’s never a problem. But I don’t keep any of them for more than one night. Maybe two if they don’t have a gag reflex. Good deepthroat is worth the clingy bullshit that happens when I give them more than one ride on my dick.

My cock jerks as I picture Julia on her hands and knees beside the bed. Her cute little ass pointed up in the air had almost shattered me. If she ever put that little pink mouth on my dick, I’d blow a load so hard she’d choke on it. I can picture it so clearly. I can’t help but wrap my fingers around my cock, barely able to cover it. I wonder what it would look like in her tiny hands or her delicate little mouth. One day, I hope I’ll find out exactly how much she can take.

My knees go weak. I brace my other hand against the wall, so I don’t fall over. I stroke my cock in time with her filthy mouth as it slides up and down my shaft. Her tongue flicks out to swirl around the tip before she licks the length of me. She sucks on my balls while looking me right in the eye.

She’s so fucking hot.

I tighten my grip and stroke faster. Her lips form a perfect “O” as they kiss the tip of my cock. Her hot, velvety mouth stretches wide to accommodate my girth. She doesn’t miss a beat, sucking hard and letting me plunder every inch of her delicate throat. She slurps and sucks and pulls me into her wicked mouth. My knees tremble. My back arches. The tingling in my balls coils up my spine. With each thrust of my hips, pressure builds and builds. Blood thunders through my ears.