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“Does it bother you that I’ve seen all the guys practically naked?” I scrunch my nose.

Ghost grabs me by the front of the throat and pulls my face to his, nipping at my lower lip. “Does it bother you thatI’veseen all of them practically naked?”

He grins, and I can’t hold back the laugh that bursts out of me. “I was serious.”

“So am I, beautiful. I don’t care what you look at. So long as you don’t touch.”

“Touch them?” My face sours just thinking about it. “I definitely don’t want any of them.”

The club members are like brothers to me, and I’ve never thought of them as anything but family, apart from Ghost.

“I only want you.” I wrap my arms around his shoulders.

“How bad do you want me?” Ghost still hasn’t released my throat, but his free hand moves down to my hips, pulling me to rock my core over him.

I mirror the movement. “So bad.”

Ghost skates his hand over my thigh, between my legs. He reaches under my baggy T-shirt and slides my flimsy pajama shorts to the side. No one can see me since I’m facing him, but we’re not being discreet either.

“Then I want you to show them who you belong to, Luna.” He sinks a finger into my pussy, and I bite back my moan. “I want you to fuck me so we can watch it back later, just like you’ve watched everyone else. Can you be a good girl and do that for me?”

“Here?” My eyes flutter as he drives a second finger in. “Are you sure?”

He leans forward, pulling my head to the side so he can kiss my collarbone. “They still think you’re fair game to flirt with—to consider. But you’re not. You’re mine.”

“I’m yours, Ghost.”

He hums against my neck. And even if I usually call him by his real name when we’re intimate, this feels different. This is more than just us connecting or admitting what we are to each other.

This is him making a statement to his club—his brothers.

And I’ve never been this turned on as he toys with my clit, and I ride his hand in front of anyone who wants to look over and watch us. It doesn’t matter who sees; the only person I care about is the one who won’t take his eyes off me.

I tip my forehead to Ghost’s. “I want you to fuck me. Right here.”

“Then take me out.” He laces one hand into my hair, guiding my hips back with his other one to reveal his zipper.

I trail my hands down, unzipping him. Reaching into his jeans, I stroke his cock, relishing in the rumble in his chest as I grip him harder. But before I pull him out, I shift to shield him from the room with my body.

“Are you worried someone’s going to see my cock, beautiful?”

I narrow my eyes at him for calling me out. “It’smycock.”

“That’s right.” He lifts my hips and positions me over him. “So, claim it.”

I’m thankful I’m in a T-shirt that’s five sizes too big for me because it acts like a dress. And even as I hover over Ghost’s giant cock, no one can see it.

But they know. I feel them watching as I start to sink down over him.

People fuck in this room all the time, and I’ve watched them with disinterest or curiosity. Sometimes, it’s the only way to pass the time. But none of it is what Ghost does to me as he lowers me down onto him. As his cock impales the deepest parts of my soul.

“You’re a lot to take.” I moan as he pulls me in for a kiss, shifting my hips so I can ride him.

He tilts my hips, and I lose my breath at the angle.

“You like that?”

“Mm-hmm.” I can’t form words.