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On the way to Nina’s, I spot at least one tail. They’re good, but I’m better. I didn’t buy the FBI’s excuse for cutting her loose at all. They claimed they had an unreliable witness. What they’re actually doing is giving us a false sense of security. They’re waiting for us to slip up. If they find Max at Nina’s, then we’re all going down for it. They don’t just want Julia to pay. They want the whole club locked up. That’s their angle.

By the time we get to Nina’s, Julia is snuggled against me. Her warmth soothes some of my anger, but I’m still not ready to talk to her. I’ll say something I’ll regret. I know I will. It’s better if we don’t say anything to each other right now. As I told her before, I’m too busy for this relationship bullshit. It’ll have to wait.

I park in the garage and close the door behind us. She’s standing by the door to the house, waiting.

“Go to your room, and stay there. I can’t deal with you right now.” I attempt to walk past her, but she grabs my arm.

“Scar, I have to tell you something.” She pushed her black-rimmed glasses up her nose, giving me a glimpse of her luminous green eyes. My cock jerks as blood rushes south. When her pink lips begin moving again, I can’t even hear what she’s saying because all I want to do is shove my cock between those luscious lips. I want to pull that prim bun loose and use her hair like reins as I fuck her from behind. I want to hear her screaming my name.

She sucks in a soft breath, then whispers, “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?” The darkness inside me rises, and all I can think about are all the ways I want to corrupt her perfect little mouth.

“Like you want to …”

“Yes?” I arch a brow, enjoying her discomfort.

“I’m going inside. When you can talk to me like an adult, come find me in my room.” She turns on her heels and hurries inside.

I’m left with an impossibly hard cock and just enough anger that I can’t control my instincts. I follow her into the house, ignoring Nina’s questions about how things went at the jail and where Nitro is. None of that matters. The only thing that matters is making Julia come on my dick so hard she can’t see straight for a week.

She’s about to close her bedroom door when I slap my palm against the wood. She gasps and steps back, and I push into the room, slamming the door behind me. She backs up several feet before stopping. We stand there, staring at each other until she’s breathing just as hard as I am.

The spark ignites. We surge together, meeting in the middle of the room. My lips crush hers. She jumps into my arms and wraps her legs around my waist. I’m kissing her so hard that a metallic taste glides across my tongue. I pull back to see the damage I’ve done and see her lip bleeding where I bit it. But when my gaze travels up to her eyes, all I see is the darkness inside her inviting me to unleash my depravity.

She tears my shirt off before crushing my right nipple between her teeth. Lightning streaks from that brutalized peak straight to my cock. I roar, knowing the whole house will hear me but not caring. If Nina’s smart, and she usually is, she’ll turn up the TV and keep everyone else distracted. I don’t give a shit what they do as long as no one dares to interrupt me.

Julia turns into something feral. She scratches her nails down my belly, carving her marks into each ab until she gets to my jeans. I reach for my belt, but her hands are already there, clawing at the buckle. She rips it free, then tosses it across the room. My jeans don’t stand a chance. She’s got them around my ankles and is literally shredding my boxers before I can stop her. For the record, I don’t want to stop her. She’s the hottest fucking woman I’ve ever seen. I’ve never experienced this side of her before, but I like it. I might even love it.

I shove that idiotic thought away. This isn’t the time to think about shit like love. I’ve got to get control of this situation, so I push her down on the bed. I struggle to get my boots off, then get rid of my jeans and boxers. My cock glistens with pre-cum and bobs obscenely as I walk toward her.

“Get on your knees,” I command.

She does, sliding to the floor before crawling toward me. She’s like a panther, slinky and hot as hell. But she’d be even sexier if she were naked.

“Take off your clothes,” I order next.

She leans back and begins the sexiest strip tease I’ve ever seen, and that’s saying a lot since I’ve been to plenty of those kinds of clubs. First, her shirt goes, then her pants. Her insanely provocative lingerie is so seductive I almost tell her to keep it on. But I don’t want anything between us, not one fucking scrap of clothing. Nothing.

By the time she slides her panties down to her knees, I’m so turned on my vision’s getting blurry. Everything comes into focus the minute her mouth wraps around my dick. I groan as my ass clenches. Her big, innocent eyes lock with mine, enslaving me. I grab the bun at the back of her head and unwrap it, letting her luxurious hair flow freely down her back. I gather it into a ponytail and fist it at the base of her head. I’m still pissed about the situation with Nitro, and the only thing that will make me feel better is to watch her choking on my cock.

Her nostrils flare, and fire blazes in her eyes. It’s as if she knows what’s coming and is challenging me to do my worst. If she gives me any hint that she doesn’t like it, I’ll stop because I’m not a total asshole, but I plan on taking her right to the edge over and over until she sucks me dry.

I thrust my hips, filling her mouth with my cock. She moans, sucking me in so deep my balls rest on her chin. A trickle of saliva slides out of the edge of her mouth, and I have to look away. She’s too goddamn good at this. But how much can she really take?

With perverse curiosity, I push deeper, sinking the last few inches of my cock into her throat. Her eyes go wide, but she doesn’t falter. I grab her hair tighter and hold her there, watching as she starts to lose the battle of wills. When she pushes her hand against my thigh, I pull back just enough to let her take a breath. She gags slightly. Watching her valiant struggle is so fucking hot. I never want it to stop.

As much as I like watching her choke on it, I enjoy the friction of fucking her face too much to give that up. I find a punishing rhythm, giving her several shallow strokes before plunging deep and filling her throat. She tries to keep up but eventually gives me a pleading look that makes me realize she’s almost had too much. Almost.

With renewed vigor, I pump my dick into her mouth over and over, filling her, holding her hair at just the right angle to give me maximum pleasure. My balls tighten with each ravaging thrust. She struggles to keep up. Her jaw has to be aching, so when her teeth graze my cock, I don’t correct her. I’m so close it doesn’t matter, and that little bit of pain only adds to my excitement.

I’m riding the razor’s edge between pain and pleasure. She needs to gulp down every drop, so I grab her hair with both hands and hold her still. With one final plunge, I go balls-deep. Her pupils enlarge. Her checks suck in. Her mouth is a vise on my swollen cock. But the thing that fucking kills me is that her eyes never leave mine. Not when the first hot blast of cum rockets down her throat. Not when I shove deeper, gagging her with more of my molten heat. Not even when I grunt out the last drop.

She’s still gazing up at me as I start to pull free, and she licks her tongue along the underside of my shaft, never missing a drop. I’m devastated by her skills. She’s a goddess. I don’t deserve her. She’s wrecked me in the best way possible. Ruined me. And I don’t care. I can’t even move, but I don’t need to. She keeps lapping at my cock, giving it little kisses until it’s so sensitive I can’t stand it.

“Get on the bed.” My voice trembles, but I can’t help it. I can hardly move, let alone project any kind of strength.

She lays on the bed and spreads her legs wide, giving me an erotic view of her glistening pussy. Sucking my cock turned her on. Big time. She’s so wet there’s no way I’m going to let that primed pussy go to waste.