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“Is that a question or an answer?” I thrust hard, and she gasps. “Who do you belong to, Luna?”

“You.” Her words are mumbled between screams.

“That’s right.” I thrust deep. “And that’s what you’re going to get. All. Of. Me.”

With each pump, her pussy gets slicker.

“Come on my cock, and show me how much you want it.” I fuck her against the desk.

Her deep breaths turn to screams, and anyone walking past the office will know what we’re doing. But, like last night, I don’t care.

I’ve never felt the need to claim someone before Luna, but with her, I’m desperate. They need to know.Sheneeds to know.

She’s mine.

Luna’s body shakes as her pussy grips me like a vice, and her climax pulls mine out of me. I bury myself deep and fill her up. The pulse around my cock squeezes outevery last drop, and I give her everything her body asks for.

Pulling back, I release her so she can lower her other leg to the ground, and when my cum drips down her leg, I shove it back in.

“I need to meet with my president.” I drive my fingers deeper, plugging my cum inside her. “But you’re going to sit with me inside you while you wait. And when I get back, I want you to spread your knees so I can fill you up again.”

Luna looks over her shoulder at me, biting her lip as I draw her leggings back up her legs.

“Understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

It’s official. This girl was made for me.

25

Luna

I’ve never missed anyonebefore, so I don’t know what to make of this stinging sensation in my chest. But Ghost has been on a run with some of the club for the past three days, and I can only assume that’s why I have this pit in my stomach.

I miss him.

Waking up in his bed isn’t the same without him here. It’s empty and cold.

I’ve considered going back to my room, but then I wouldn’t have a piece of him at all, so I don’t.

Besides, he told me to make his room my own while he’s gone, so I don’t think he’s bothered by the fact that I am. A chair in the corner is filling with a pile of my clothes, and my makeup, shampoo, and moisturizers are slowly taking over the bathroom. My possessions bleed into every corner.

I’m not as neat as Ghost is, with clothes tossed everywhere, so he might take one look when he returns and kick me out. But I hope that’s not the case.

When he’s here, I need to be around him. When he’s away, I need to be surrounded by things that remind me of him. If he knew my level of obsession, he’d probably cut things off, and I wouldn’t blame him. I fell for him, barely knowing anything about him, and now that I do, these feelings are growing more intense.

I make the bed when I’m done showering and getting ready for the day. It’s not something I care about in my own room, but Ghost keeps his space spotless, and with my things already taking over, it’s the least I can do.

Tempe wanted to have coffee this morning, so it’s still early when I walk into the clubhouse kitchen. With Steel gone and his grandma on a trip with friends for a few days, Tempe and Austin have been staying in their room at the clubhouse. Anytime that happens, there are strict orders in place regarding parties, and the guys keep to it with the threat of dealing with their president if they don’t.

Even if they weren’t under orders, I get the feeling they still wouldn’t be partying as hard lately.

The guys are on edge again. Even Soul, who tends to be the most carefree of the group. With Steel, Havoc, and Ghost gone, he’s been working nonstop. And I haven’t heard him complain once about the fact that he needs to behave with a kid wandering the clubhouse.

I’ve barely seen the ranked members these past few days, and prospects are rotating patrols. Something bad is on the horizon, but I don’t know what’s coming.

I pull my phone out of my back pocket as I walk down the hallway and look at the last text I received from Ghost. It came in just over twenty-four hours ago. A little too long to feel comfortable, even if it’s sweet.