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I am, and have always been, his.

“I’ve got you.” His whisper is followed by a brush of a kiss on my lips.

He could be talking about catching me. He could be talking about how he claims me in the dirt. But it feels a lot like he’s referring to my heart. The beating organ I thought no longer had a purpose.

It beats for him now.

Thunders as my climax shatters through me. As my vision blurs.

His thrusts become long, slow strokes, and then Levi is coming with me. Cum leaks between us with how desperately he continues to fuck me, but he doesn’t stop, and I swear he needs this as much as I do.

He needs me as much as I need him.

22

Aimee

The strobing lights flashpink, red, and blue, making it nearly impossible to think. Yet, Luna sits at the bar, unfazed and studying.

“So this is where you escape to when you have an upcoming final?” I stop at the bar beside her.

A dancer takes the stage, and her top is off before I even finish my question.

Luna shrugs, glancing around Sapphire Rise, the Twisted Kings strip club. “Ghost needed to upgrade a server, and I needed to get out of the clubhouse for a bit. Figured at least here Soul won’t keep distracting me out of boredom.”

I lean against the bar, facing out into the club. It’s the middle of the afternoon, so there are only a few people scattered throughout. The dancer onstage does the splits against the pole before spinning around it. Even withdaily yoga, I’m not nearly that flexible, so I understand why she has the entire room’s attention.

That and her perfect curves.

Not that Levi seems to notice like everyone else. He’s too busy updating Chaos about a phone call he just received from Steel, which is why we’re here.

“Where is Ghost?” I glance around, not seeing him.

“In the office. He hides as much as possible when he’s working, and he hates when he has to come here. It’s too loud.” Luna smiles, shaking her head.

I shouldn’t be surprised. I’ve never seen Ghost interact with anyone other than Luna or the members of the club. And even when he speaks to club members, his conversations are clipped and to the point. It figures that even in a club filled to the brim with beautiful, naked women, he’d be locked away in a back office.

“Couldn’t you study in the office then? It’s so loud out here. And those lights…” I shield my eyes when a strobing beam shoots in them.

“I think better when there’s noise.” She shrugs, glancing over her shoulder at a closed door at the end of a long hallway. “What are you and Havoc up to?”

“Levi took me clothes shopping so I don’t need to keep borrowing yours and Reagan’s.”

“We don’t mind.”

“I know.” I glance over at Luna. “But still, it feels good to wear something that is mine again.”

She nods, understanding. “Did you really come to Vegas with only a small bag of things?”

“I had more, but it was left at the motel when the Iron Sinners found me.” It wasn’t much more, considering I’ve spent a decade on the move.

After getting away from the Iron Sinners when I was twenty, I never stayed in one place longer than a year. I worked odd jobs and slept at pay-by-the-month motels. It was easier to keep moving so I wouldn’t have to think.

No matter how much time passed, I always felt like they’d find me if I stayed in one place too long.

Maybe I should have thought of that before coming back to Vegas. But when I saw my father in the background of an article about one of Rick Zane’s casino openings, and I realized he didn’t die the night he helped me escape, I had no choice. He set me free, and I owed him the same.

I realized too late it was all a trap. Titan planted him in pictures on purpose to draw me back out, and it worked.