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Gray

It’s ironic, almost comical that in a city of a million women, I would become obsessed with the one that is forbidden to me. The one who belongs to a dangerous rival club. The only daughter of a freaking psychopath.

The kicker? I don’t even need to seduce her into helping me. No, the girl is all too willing to bring her father down, albeit a little scared, but willing nonetheless. Considering that, I ought to keep my hands to myself.

I shouldn’t touch her.

The truth is, I never anticipated getting lost in her pretty eyes. For my fingers to ache with the need to touch her, to be close to her…

My cock is hard, every nerve in my body thrumming with need for this forbidden fruit. I should steer clear of her, keep these fantasies in my head far away from her, but Christ, I can’t help myself. Her scent, the little breathy sighs she makes, all strip me of any self-control.

I’ve made mistakes in the past. None as dangerous as the one I am about to make right now, but I wasn’t always so great at my job.

Before joining the Rebels, I was a delinquent with a strong hate for authority.

Like most of my MC brothers, I came from an unstable home, and I found myself surrounded by what could be considered the “wrong crowd.” As luck would have it, I was arrested a few weeks short of my eighteenth birthday and tried as an adult.

An eighteen-month sentence for identity theft was fate’s version of a joke.

My life would have gone very differently if that angry teen hadn’t shared a cell with an older Rebel serving time, the closest thing to a father I ever had, he ensured I had somewhere to go when I left jail.

That was ten years ago.

I’ve assumed different identities over the years in my role as a mole for the Rebels and skill with easily blending into all kinds of crowds. Not once in that time have I come close to getting caught. Not once have I forgotten my mission to chase after a woman.

Somehow, it’s different with her.

There is so much on the line, but I can’t move past the delicious way she smells to focus on what brought me here. I can’t stop my face from sinking into her hair or my nose from inhaling deeply at her sweet floral scent.

She smells like a field of flowers. Roses and lilies. Soft and warm. So goddamn intoxicating.

Fuck!

Pete Brehmer isn’t supposed to have any sexual desire for the Chrome Vipers’ president’s only daughter.

He is not supposed to picture her pretty lips wrapped around his cock, caressing his balls as she takes him deeper into her throat.

It’s crazy the number of times I jerked my cock raw last night thinking of this pretty girl on her knees or turned around, hand braced on the wall as I slid my dick in and out of her tight pussy.

I’d make her purr with every caress of that sexy body.

I’d make her mine!

“You’re shaking,” I rasp, sliding my hand around her slender waist and pulling her tight against me, her ass pressing against the thick outline of my erection. “Is it something I did?”

“God,” she whispers, her hands locking in front of her, but I don’t miss the tremble in them.

She doesn’t protest when I open her robe and the material parts to reveal a T-shirt underneath and…

nothing else. I move back to let the robe fall to the floor, and I am rewarded with the perfect view of her flawless thighs, barely covered by the T-shirt.

A smart man would walk right out that door and never look her way again, but I seem to lose a bit of my brain power when she’s around.

No, leaving is no longer an option. I don’t believe I am physically capable of walking away without knowing how her lips taste or hearing the sound she makes when she comes apart under my eager hands or mouth.

I want her.

I crave Scarlett more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life before.

With an intensity so strong it goes beyond physical.

Beyond just wanting to have sex with this girl to scratch some itch.

There is a need to carry her away from this place to somewhere she doesn’t feel like she has to earn her keep.

Then I’ll worship her the way she deserves. Kiss every inch of her perfect body and make love to her until she is convinced to stay. Those beautiful hazel eyes…I want them locked on me as I taste her, slide into her wetness, and mark her as mine.

Mine!

“I want you,” I rasp, my voice thick and heavy with lust as if the thick rod pressed against her ass isn’t proof enough of my desire. I slide a hand up her thigh, my pulse sprinting as I caress her smooth skin. “Every inch of you. Will you let me have you?”

“L-let you?” she heaves, a shudder rolling through her body when my hands caress her inner thigh, just shy of touching her sex. I let my fingers linger, not giving in to the desire to touch that secret part of her.

“I want to touch you. Hell, I want to do more than touch you, princess.” My voice is heavy with lust as I dip my mouth to her neck, kissing the spot behind her ear and trailing my lips down.

She shudders with every soft caress, her breath growing heavier by the second.

“I want to kiss that sexy mouth and then lower.” I cup her soft breast with my other hand, and she whimpers when I pinch her nipple over her T-shirt.

“I bet your nipples would feel smooth on my tongue.” She’s trembling and moans, panting as I tease her pointed nipple with my thumb.

“Then I’ll kiss your stomach, and finally, that spot between your legs.

I lick your hot arousal until you’re quivering and begging for me to fuck you. ”

“Oh God!” She bucks, her thighs trembling fiercely, but I still don’t move my hand, teasing her inner thighs as I keep it there. Her grip flies to the counter to steady herself, her body taut with need. “Gray—”

“Tell me you want it too.”

“I…I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“What?”

“Sex,” she says shyly. “I’ve never had sex before.”

A virgin.

Her words shock me.

There is no way this girl is a virgin. Though, I imagine Stone has threatened or scared off the men in his club from going anywhere near his daughter, but he doesn’t have a leash on her.

Heck, she lives alone in one of the most lavish neighborhoods in the city, free to have guests over.

Free to go wherever she wants and meet whomever she pleases—to an extent.

I’m sure her father keeps a close eye on her movements, but he can’t watch her all the time.

Hell, her friendship with Brooke is proof enough of that.

And still, this beautiful flower remains untouched. Ready to be corrupted.

“I can teach you,” I tell her, my head spinning with the need to make this girl mine. I’ll be her first, and if I have my way, damn well her only. “Let me show you how a man is supposed to worship a beautiful woman like you.”

“Gray, this is crazy. We don’t even know each other.”

I realize as she speaks that this is only the second time we’ve interacted. She isn’t wrong, but I can’t deny the strength of my feelings. Still, I don’t want to overwhelm her.

“I could stop,” I say, nipping at her earbud, my breath heavy on her skin.

“I could stop, and we can just sit together and talk, get to know one another. I’ll tell you all about myself and vice versa, or…

” My fingertips brush her sex, and she jerks hard against me, a whimper slipping from that sexy mouth.

I slip my index finger between her sodden folds, groaning when I feel her soft arousal against my skin.

Fuck, she’s wet. So fucking wet, my finger easily slides over her slit.

“…Or you could let my tongue replace this finger, and we can get to know each other another way. I promise you’ll enjoy it. ”

“God. Oh, Gray!” she pants.

“Maybe you’re right, and it’s better we talk first,” I tease, before cruelly pulling my hand away and easing back.

Scarlett whirls around to look at me. Those gorgeous hazel eyes cloudy with lust and disbelief blink up at me.

Her neck is flushed, and my eyes drop to the pebbled nipples pushing against the thin material of her T-shirt.

“No,” she whispers, her voice soft and raspy. “I don’t want to talk. Please don’t stop.”

I move in and press her backward into the counter before jerking her thigh to my hip and grinding my erection against her naked sex.

She moans, and her fingers grab the lapels of my jacket to pull me close.

I lean in to touch my mouth with hers, a simple brush of lips before pulling back to stare into those gorgeous eyes.

“Are you sure about this?” I ask, even though I can read the answer in her eyes.

“Yes.” She nods, hair flying all over when she does so, and I would find it funny if my own need wasn’t pushing for me to claim her. Mark this girl so the Vipers and Rebels all know that she belongs to me.

I slide my other hand around to her nape, and that’s all the warning she gets before I slam my mouth down on hers.

I’m supposed to be kissing her. I’ve done it before.

A touch of lips, slowly moving over another, but with her, I can hardly contain myself.

The need to devour every inch of that mouth is strong, and she, my innocent princess, opens up for me so eagerly.

I swallow her whimper as our tongues graze, and then it’s madness from there.

My stiff cock aches painfully behind my zipper as I crowd her to the counter, thrusting my cock against her as I kiss her lips with the hunger of a man coming off a decade-long celibacy journey.

She feeds into that hunger, fingers clenching on my shirt I lose myself in the soft velvety feeling of her lips.

Mine!

A low groan climbs up my throat when I break the kiss to trail my mouth down her neck, and she lets me, arching back to allow me access.

She whimpers as I drag my tongue down the curve of her throat, feeling her pulse thrum fast against my mouth.

Her breath catches in her throat when I nip at her skin before licking the spot to soothe the sting.

“You are right to think that this is crazy,” I rasp, leaning down to kiss her breasts over her T-shirt, hearing her cry out when I suck a bead into my mouth. “We don’t know each other beyond what we’ve been told by others, but I knew I wanted you from the moment I spotted you at the cookout.”

“You did?” she breathes, surprise clear in her voice.

“How could I not?” A shiver courses through her as I nip at her tits through the T-shirt, running my tongue to soothe the sting.

“You were so regal. A dark-haired princess, oblivious to everyone else around her as she stared out into the city. I couldn’t take my eyes off you.

” I drop to my knees on the floor, mouth salivating at the thought of tasting her.

I nudge open her thighs for me, sucking in a sharp breath when I get a clear view of her pink heaven, glistening with arousal.

“This is what I pictured myself doing that evening at the cookout.” I kiss her thigh, moving my lips up until I’m inches away from her pussy, quickly getting high off her scent.

It’s intoxicating, and the animal in me roars for a taste, clawing desperately at my chest. “You were gorgeous that night, and I wanted to kiss you…lick you everywhere.” She gasps when I bring her knee to my shoulder, exposing more of her sex. “Taste you.”

My eyes close when I dip my tongue into her sex, dragging it over her slit and teasing her clit with the tip.

She jerks hard, crying out, but I’m only getting started.

My hand closes around her thigh to hold her in place as I bury my face between her legs, licking her sex feverishly and tasting her sweet arousal on my tongue.

It’s addictive. I can’t understand how this girl is unclaimed because no man on earth would want to share this girl with another once they had her in their arms.

I’m no different.

Bound in her spell, I am helpless to do anything but pleasure her, reveling in the feel of her softness. I worship her sex as I’ve imagined doing a hundred times, kissing and batting her clit hungrily. The room fills with the sound of her cries and the deep satisfied groans in my throat.

“Gray,” she pants, her hips rising to ride my tongue. Her fingers slide into my hair where she grabs a fistful, pulling me closer to her sex. All sense of shyness disappears as she rolls her hips, chasing the release.

“So fucking hot,” I growl against her pussy, burying my tongue in her succulent flesh and worshipping every inch of it.

She sobs when I drawl her clit between my lips, tugging hard at the swollen bud until I feel her tummy shudder.

I slide my left hand under her T-shirt and palm her tit, kneading the small globe with my greedy palms and pinching her nipple even as I ravage her sex with my tongue. “Oh God. Gray… Oh… I… God!”

“Come for me, princess,” I growl, tugging at her clit between my lips.

I pinch her nipple between my knuckles and tug the sensitive bud.

“Want to feel your release all over my tongue. Do it!” Her nails dig into my scalp as her hips move feverishly seconds before she jolts with a scream, a rough shudder rolling through her body, and I watch her come apart, lapping hungrily at her pulsing sex as she orgasms, rough tremors rocking through her system.

She chants my name, her thigh flexing against my head as I suck her clit, drawing out the orgasm until she’s sobbing for reprieve.

Mine.

There is a red fog crowding my vision when I climb to my feet, a deep feral need clawing in my chest to take this girl. To mark her as mine. I’m an animal when I slam my mouth down on hers, letting her taste herself on my lips.

She’s mine!

I tear at my zipper, tugging hard at the button before reaching in to grab my stiff cock.

It’s so painfully hard, I realize that I’m not going to last. Not when I can still taste the girl on my lips.

I jerk my cock fast, breaking the kiss to breathe against her lips, and it takes three strokes before I am coming all over her stomach.

My breath comes in rough pants, muscles straining as I paint her with my cum, a rough shudder rolling through my muscles. “Fuuuck!”

My body goes lax, and I collapse, burying my face in her neck as I try to make sense of what the hell just happened. I feel tentative arms circle my shoulders, our harsh breathing the only sound in the room. Neither one of us speaks for a long time.

There are questions, but neither one of us voices them. Instead, we choose to just…feel and bask in the moment we just shared. Later, I’ll worry about what the fuck I was thinking touching a Viper.