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“ E yes on the mirror,” I demand, a whimper falling past Abbey’s lips as she slowly lowers onto my cock.

Fuuuck. The way her cunt grips my shaft is fucking everything.

Her legs tremble as she seats herself on my lap, her back to my front as I perch on the edge of my mattress facing the full length mirror in my room.

“You’re too big,” she pants, straining to take my dick in this new position.

“You can take me, Angel. Just like all the other times.” I remind her, watching how her expression morphs with lust as she remembers the last few days and the sex bubble we’ve been in.

“You’re so… deep,” she moans, biting her lip as I grip her hips and help her slowly rise up again .

The fucking sight just about undoes me. Her legs spread wide across my thighs, her glistening, swollen cunt open for both of us to see. Half of my cock, slick with her wetness, makes a brief appearance before I guide her back down.

“You like me deep, Angel. Just relax into the new position.”

She moans, louder this time, as I help her ease back down, stretching her, filling her, hitting that perfect spot deep inside.

She’s been fucking ravenous since that first night—our wedding night—when she gave herself to me. Not completely. But enough to help her ease into sex after what she’s been through.

She always has to be on top, unless I’m eating her sweet cunt. Then she just about lets me do anything.

Nearly.

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind her riding me, but fuck, I want to take her. Like truly take her.

Every instinct in me wants to own her completely.

But I can wait. I’ve been letting her fuck me . Letting her think she has most of the control.

She still needs my guidance. Still craves my voice.

That’s enough to sate my dominant side for now, but eventually, he’s going to demand her complete submission. And when that day comes… fuck… I hope she’s ready.

Trailing kisses up the column of her neck, I nip at her lobe, watching her lids flutter closed as she gives herself over to the sensations.

I want to demand she open her pretty eyes again, but for now, until she’s nearly lost to the pleasure, I’ll let her drift. Let her ride the high that’s building inside her.

As she rises up and down, building a rhythm she’s comfortable with, I glide my hand over her growing bump, slow and reverent.

I fucking love how it looks. How it feels. Her skin stretched taut beneath my palm. The life growing inside her making her glow all over.

My fingers glide higher, until I find one of her full, perfect tits.

Her pebbled nipple hardens even more as I roll it between my fingers, and my Angel moans again, her plump lips parting as she pants, falling deeper into our connection.

“That’s it. You’re such a good fucking girl,” I rasp against her ear, my words and touch making her grind faster.

She’s found a good rhythm now, so I shift my other hand from her hip, sliding down between her legs to find her engorged, needy clit.

As I draw slow, deliberate circles around it, she whimpers, my teasing fingers not touching her the way she needs.

“Touch it,” she cries, her lids flying open, those stormy caramel eyes locking with mine in the mirror.

“Say please,” I growl, and she nods desperately, her fingers digging into my thighs as she rides me harder.

“Please. Touch it.”

Her wish is my fucking command, and I give her what she’s aching for, pressing the pads of my fingers to her bud and giving her the friction she seeks.

Fuuuck. She comes alive. That hood of skin like a fucking switch, powering up the raw, carnal side of her that I fucking live for.

She lets go then, her eyes not on mine but where I disappear inside her, my fingers kneading her clit as I hit her good and fucking deep.

My lips latch onto her neck, sucking as I fight not to come too fucking early, needing her to go over the edge first, because I fucking love the way she milks my cock.

I suck at her neck, roll her nipple between my fingers, and mash her clit while plunging inside her over and over and watch, as my little Angel’s lips part in a silent O as her face contorts with pleasured pain, and she comes hard.

The moment her walls start clamping around my cock, I join her, releasing her neck, my roar mingling with her cries as I fill her with my cum.

Our panting breaths are loud as we both slacken, my fucking legs shaking as I shift us back more on the mattress so we don’t end up on the fucking floor.

“Fuck, Angel. You’re everything.”

She melts against my chest at my words, my view down the front of her body ensuring my cock doesn’t go entirely slack.

Fuck. She’s the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.

I’ll never get enough of her.

Fucking, never!

Wrapping my arms around her, we stay that way for a few minutes, both of us needing to catch our breath, still in our orgasm haze.

I feel the moment reality comes crashing back in by the way my wife tenses on my lap, and my heart sinks to the pit of my gut.

Fuck.

I have to leave today .

Everything in me wants to bring her with me, but we need to be smart.

She’s safe here. Out of the way. I’m feeling a little more confident after Dee helped Stoner improve our security system, to leave her here.

At least then I can go do my job while hunting the fuckers that hurt her, seeking justice, and if my club catches heat, she won’t be in the firing line.

Rising from my lap, my cock slips free of her, and if she feels my cum dripping out of her, she doesn’t fucking acknowledge it.

Instead, Abbey spins, launching herself back into my arms, wrapping herself around me like it will somehow hold me in place so I can’t leave.

“Abs,” I groan, hating how much I know she’s struggling with this. Not because it’s annoying, but because I can’t stand the idea of her hurting.

“If I break your leg, you won’t be able to go,” she whimpers into the crook of my neck, and a chuckle rumbles from my chest.

“I’ll be back for Easter next weekend,” I remind her but she shakes her head against me like nothing but me staying will be good enough.

Fuck.

I want to stay.

I really fucking do.

I don’t know how the fuck I’ll concentrate while away from her.

“I can’t even call you. I don’t even have a phone,” she whispers, which makes me grin.

“About that. I have something for you.”

She leans back, not even bothering to hide her wet, red eyes anymore.

“Is it my own helmet that I’ll get to wear on the back of your motorcycle when you take me with you?”

I chuckle, shaking my head. “No, not that. But, I got you a phone. Lewy set it up. It has all your friends’ numbers in it, and a secure group chat app that you can use to chat with them and me. And Tahli.”

Her eyes light up. “I can chat with Tahli?”

I nod. “You can still use the game, but also, Lexi helped her set up the secure app on her iPad so you can also video call her.”

Her breath catches. “I can see my sister?” she cries, and I nod again.

“I mean… you can also video call me… if you want.” I shrug, and a devilish grin spreads across her face.

“Will you have clothes on?” she asks, and I throw my head back laughing.

“If other people are around, then yes. But if I can be alone, then I’ll take every last piece off, just for you.”

She nods, clearly satisfied, before her eyes widen and I feel a nudge against my gut.

“Oh.” She smiles, her caramel eyes filled with joy. “Little zucchini doesn’t want you to go either.”

“More like little zucchini wants us to stop talking about possible phone sex scenarios.” I laugh, and she giggles, reaching out to graze her fingers over my beard.

For a moment… She’s happy.

The loud rumble of JD’s hog starting up outside ruins the moment, my Angel’s face falling instantly.

Fuck !

I swear the sight has my heart fucking cracking right down the centre.

Standing with her in my arms, her legs instantly wind around my hips, and I carry her to the bathroom where we take a quick, wordless shower. After we’re out and dried, she watches me dress, wrapped in nothing but a towel, silent for so long it makes me uncomfortable.

What’s going through that mind of hers?

“Was Wendy right?” she asks after a few tense minutes of brooding, and I sigh, sitting on my bed to lace up my boots, realising exactly where her mind went.

“We’ve been through this, Angel. That bitch was trying to plant poison in your head, and this is exactly what she wants. You doubting me.”

Rising from the bed, I close the distance between us, taking her face in my hands, tilting it back until those stormy eyes are locked on mine.

“You are my wife. My old lady. M y side piece. Every fucking thing a man could ever want is all in you .” Leaning close, I press our heads together, breathing in her sweet scent, knowing I’m going to miss it like hell.

“I haven’t looked at another woman in years. Not until you crashed into my life. And now?” I ease back, brushing my thumb along her delicate jaw. “You’re it for me, Angel.”

I don’t realise what I’ve said until her eyes widen, but I don’t even attempt to take the words back because I fucking mean them.

It’s not an ‘I love you’, but it’s fucking close, and I hope it’s enough for her for now .

Shifting from my hold on her face, Abbey throws her arms around my neck, practically climbing me like a tree. I lift her the rest of the way, my hands slipping under her towel to palm the globes of her arse, and I claim her lips.

It’s a hot and heavy kiss. The kind that makes me want to rip off my fucking clothes again and get lost in her, completely.

But a horn blares outside, cutting through our moment like a fucking blade, and I know JD’s patience has reached snapping point.

Fuck!

Reluctantly, I break the kiss, carrying my wife to the bed.

“I’ll text you once I arrive at the new compound.” I peel her arms from around my neck and take a painful step back.

She pouts, her big doe eyes nearly breaking my fucking resolve.

“Just so you know,” she starts, needing to clear the emotion from her throat. “I like the Doxies, but if I find out one of them so much as looks at you, I’m going to hitchhike back to Fox Pines and cut off her tits.”

My laugh is loud as I clutch my gut, loving the way my Angel has a half smirk fighting past her angry expression.

“I’ll be sure to make them aware, Angel.”

“You’d better.” She folds her arms over her chest.

“The phone is in the drawer.” I gesture to the bedside table before leaning in and pressing my lips to her forehead, lingering there for a beat too long, because fuck, I don’t want to leave her.

But I have to.

As soon as I pull back, I turn on my heel to leave, because if I don’t get out of here right fucking now, I won’t go at all.

I only make it a few strides when I hear her voice.

“Cam!”

I spin around, hearing the desperation in her voice, to see the raw emotion etched across her face.

It hits me like a punch to the chest.

“Abs?” I ask, using her name, just like she used mine.

“Be safe… and come back to me.”

I nod, jaw tight. “Nothing on this fucking Earth will keep me from you, Angel. Absolutely nothing.”

Accepting my declaration with a nod, tears spill down her cheeks even as she straightens with determination, like she’s forcing herself to be strong.

The fact that we have to be apart for a while fucking sucks. But if there was ever someone with the strength to get through it, it’s my Angel.

Taking one last look at her, I commit every inch to memory, before I spin and leave, feeling my mood fucking plummet with every step away from her.

“Thank God you’re leaving.” Millie’s teasing tone fills the living room as I step in, her eye roll coming into view. “If I have to hear your sex noises for one more day, I think I’ll throw myself off Coman’s Bluff.”

Shaking my head as I approach my sister, I lean in and press my lips to the top of her head.

“Ew.” She pulls back with a cringe. “I know where those lips have been. Do not kiss me with them.”

I chuckle.

“Love you too, Mills.” And then I point a stern finger at her. “You treat my wife with respect or we are going to have serious problems.”

She rolls her fucking eyes again .

“You’re soooo scary,” she mocks, walking away as my ma’s smile comes into view.

“The love you two have for each other never gets old.”

With her arms open, I step into them, practically bending myself in half to lower to her height as she gives me a squeeze.

“Be safe,” she whispers and I pat her on the back before pulling back.

“Always, Ma.”

She nods, giving my hand a gentle squeeze before giving me her back.

Fuck. I know what she’s doing. She’s trying to hide her tears.

She always gets like this when I have to leave. Every single time. And I always leave, yet this time, it feels different. I’ve never wanted to stay more in my life.

Needing to get the fuck outta here before I crack, I move to the door, grinning at Lans who’s spying out the door on JD and Jols outside.

“You’re being creepy.”

She shrugs. “What’s going on between those two? I was going to totally tap that but as soon as Jols showed up, JD has barely given me the time of day.”

“Fucking hell, Lans. I don’t want to hear anything about you tapping anyone.”

She shrugs, wagging her brows as she grins up at me. “If I have to hear you pleasing your wife, then you can hear all about me getting some.”

Shaking my head, I lean in, pressing a kiss to the top of her head too.

“Keep an eye on Ma. I think she’s unwell but she’s trying to hide it from me.”

Alana nods. “ That’s exactly what’s happening. As soon as you go, we’ll be on nurse duty.”

I sigh, hating that my ma has to suffer through her lupus flare ups.

“Don’t worry, big brother. We’ve got this. You go do whatever it is you do, and make sure you bring me a big Easter egg next weekend. I want the biggest one you can find.”

I chuckle. “Sure thing, brat.”

She pokes out her tongue.

Leaving my house, I ignore Alana when she calls out to me to promise not to die, and Jols offers me a smile as I throw my leg over my ride.

“Bout fucking time,” JD complains, clearly in a fucking mood, and while he won’t admit it, I know it has everything to do with leaving Jols behind.

The fucker has done his nuts over her. I’m sure of it.

I fire up my hog, feeling her come to life between my thighs, and I don’t miss the look JD and Jols share.

They are both worried.

Ignoring the sinking feeling that’s telling me not to go, I secure my helmet and tear up the driveway, hearing JD follow, leaving the sanctuary of my home and hitting the road to Fox Pines.

The ride out of the windy roads of the Dandenongs and onto the freeway takes about thirty minutes. The rest of the ride takes another hour until we are weaving through the outer roads of Fox Pines, leading us to the old Vixen’s Lodge Estate.

The property sits tucked behind others, surrounded by thick pine trees, hidden well from both the road and neighbours .

The only sign that place now belongs to Southern Sadists is the two burly ruffians flanking the entrance.

Knowing who we are, they wave us through, and we follow the extra long tree lined driveway until we hit a clearing, where a small pile of rubble rests in the middle of a wide patch of dirt. That was obviously where the main house used to be, now nothing but a haunting memory.

Off to the side stands an old barn, far more weathered than mine. The doors are thrown open, and a group of my club brothers are inside working with timber and saws.

Pulling up our rides, we stretch once we dismount before getting bombarded with club brothers wanting to tell us something about our new home, or to ask for help with something.

After a few minutes, I manage to step away, leaving JD to chat with them, and I open my phone to see a message.

Angel I think little zucchini did a somersault in my stomach!

A grin spreads across my face, loving that she shared that with me, but also hating that I missed that.

Ringo Maybe you have a future Olympic gymnast growing inside you.

Angel Maybe… You arrived safely?

Ringo Yes, Angel. I’m safe at the new compound.

I spin around, holding up my phone with the camera open, and snap a picture of my ugly mug and some of my club brothers working in the background.

I’m too fucking old for that selfie shit, but I know it will make her smile, so I send the fucking thing.

It takes a moment to send, but when it does, another message instantly pops up.

Angel Look at you! Sending me a selfie!! I miss you already.

Fuck. I miss her too, and I’m about to tell her as much when a photo comes through and I nearly drop my fucking phone.

Fucking hell.

There on the screen is my Angel, laying back in my bed, a sheet just barely covering her nipples as she stares at the camera.

I hit call and it rings once before connecting.

“You’ve called Angel’s, where we aim to please by letting our devil out.”

A deep growl rumbles past my throat, and Abbey giggles on the other end.

“You’re playing with fire, Angel. ”

“Am I? Whoops. My bad.”

“Is this how it’s going to be? You gonna fucking taunt me until I come back to you?” I snap, but there’s no anger to it.

“You bet your cute arse I’m going to. I’m twenty five weeks pregnant, horny and emotional and you up and left me to entertain myself.”

I can’t help but fucking chuckle. This woman! Jesus, she does something to me.

“Angel. Do you really want me walking around here with a hardon in front of the Doxies?”

“Shit,” she snaps under her breath. “Quick, think of something gross.”

I throw my head back laughing, ignoring the weird fucking looks I’m getting from my club brothers since they aren’t really used to seeing me fucking smile, let alone laugh.

“Do me a favour and save those pictures for when I call you late at night. I promise to help you with your horniness.”

She scoffs. “You know it doesn’t work when I touch myself.”

“Don’t rule out the power behind my dirty talk,” I remind her and she giggles.

“Fine. I’ll eagerly await this magical dirty talk later tonight.”

“I look forward to it.” I fucking grin, giving my club brothers my back so they stop looking at me like I’ve grown two fucking heads.

Abbey and I chat for a few more minutes, my eyes taking in the vast clearing and the thick pine forest on the other side. There’s so much room here. We could build more than a little estate. We could build our own little fucking town.

When I reluctantly end the call, I know the only way I’m going to get through each day is by keeping busy, so I make myself familiar with the land my club now owns, before rolling up my sleeves and pitching in alongside my brothers.

The day is long, but thankfully not too hot, now well into autumn. By nightfall, after a shitty shower in the portable facilities, and some basic campfire grub, JD and I take one of the vans into Fox Pines in search of our first victim.

Thanks to Jared and Dee’s relentless digging, we know that Tim Beck, a twenty year old loser who lives in a shack-like bungalow in his parents’ backyard, spends his days gaming while his parents work their arses off to buy him whatever he wants.

He could be doing so much with that kind of privilege, yet he chooses to waste his days fucking gaming.

Their house sits on a corner block in town, with a driveway coming off the side road to the back of their property. There’s a car parked at the end of the driveway, closest to the bungalow. Likely Tim’s.

There are zero security cameras, which makes our job a fuckload easier. His parents are preoccupied inside the main house, too busy watching MAFS in the living room to spot us striding across the backyard.

With gloved hands, JD swings the bungalow door open, the flimsy thing not even locked. I step inside, scanning the space in seconds.

The bed is unmade. There are take out containers on the bedside table, and a mound of clothes in the corner, which may or may not be dirty.

Who fucking knows, but it does smell like dirty socks in here.

Filthy fucking prick .

Sitting at the desk with his back to us is Tim. He’s playing a fucking fighting game. It’s a fucking pity the characters can’t leap off the screen to help him. He’s gonna fucking need it.

I don’t clock a webcam but he’s wearing a headset, which means people can hear him. It also means he can’t hear us right behind him.

Sharing a look with JD, I give him a nod, and he darts forward, snatching up the game console, and ripping the fucking thing off the desk. The plug tears from the wall with a pop, and the screen goes black as Tim gives his best impression of a banshee, squealing like a little bitch.

“Ahhh! What are you…”

His words die off as he takes me in, pressing himself deep into his padded gaming chair, watching me sit my arse on his desk and cross my arms over my chest.

I point to his head, and he gets the message, slowly tugging off the headset.

“It wasn’t my idea.” He rushes out and I quirk a brow as his eyes dart between me on one side of him, and JD on the other.

“So you know who we are then?”

He gulps and nods. “D-Donny warned me to l-look out for blokes like y-you.”

“That so? How’s his nose?” I ask, and Tim’s lower lip starts to wobble even as his hand shifts to his pocket.

The moment he reaches into it, JD grabs Tim’s hand, slapping it to the desk, before smashing his fist onto it, bones cracking under the force.

Tim cries out, but the second I hold my finger to my lips to hush him, his lips snap shut as he sobs quietly.

“Tell me, Tim. Do you know what the meaning of rape is? ”

“W-what?”

“You fucking heard him, cunt. Answer him.” JD snarls, gripping a handful of Tim’s hair and jerking his head back.

“S-sex without c-consent,” Tim stutters, and JD shoves his head forward so hard that Tim headbutts his desk.

“Ahhh, fuck!” he cries. “Stop please.”

Fury washes over me at hearing those words, and before I can stop myself, I have Tim by the scruff of his shirt, shoved up against the wall while I practically spit in his face.

“Did Abbey say those words, you sick fuck? Did she scream for you to fucking stop!? Did she beg and say fucking please?!”

Tim stammers, not able to put a coherent word together, so I shake the fucker, slamming his head back against the plaster of the wall so hard that it cracks. “Fucking answer me!”

“Y-yes. She d-did. She b-begged us to s-stop.”

“But you fucking didn’t. Did you?”

“I-I-it was mostly D-Daniel and Donny. I only did it o-once each t-time. I felt s-sorry for h-her.”

“Oh boo,” JD yells in his ear. “You felt fucking sorry for her, but you didn’t do anything to stop it, did you, you weak cunt?!” With his own rage taking over, JD’s fist slams into the side of Tim’s face, his eyes rattling in his head before they roll and close, his body slumping in my grip.

Fuck.

He’s out cold.