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Carrie

As Hawk led me back upstairs, it felt like we were descending into chaos rather than rising from the basement. And yeah, my metaphors were all over the fucking place, but, dammit, none of this had been on my fucking BINGO card. I thought I was entitled to be a little discombobulated.

My hand was firmly in Hawk’s as we headed into the main room. I let him lead the way and I retreated into my own thoughts. Which was my first mistake. Never take my mind off my surroundings unless I was sure I was safe. And definitely not when I didn’t have both my hands free. So when the big-titted bleached blonde stepped up to me and lashed out with a stinging slap to my face, her long, pointed nails raking my flesh more than the blow, it caught me completely off guard.

I sighed, closing my eyes in humiliation. “My father was right.”

“What the fuck, Kat?” Hawk was immediately between me and the other woman. The next thing I knew, he had his hand around Kat’s throat as he slammed her against a nearby steel column. The other woman cried out, her eyes wide with shock and fear, her hands around Hawk’s thick wrist as she struggled to keep her feet under her. Hawk turned his head to find me. I knew he was looking for me specifically because his gaze was wild until the second it collided with mine. “Are you hurt?” His tone was gruff and more than a little urgent. Like he actually cared if I was OK or not. Like I mattered . I’d never mattered before. Though some of them were protective of me, I always knew I was a weakness in the family. I never mattered to them. Not really. Certainly not to my father. The only reason he kept me around was in case he needed to trade my body to gain something he wanted.

“Only my pride,” I grumbled. I pointed at Kat. “You get that one for free. I blame myself for not paying attention.” I touched Hawk’s arm and pushed, needing him to stop touching the other woman. When he refused, his grip remaining stubbornly around Kat’s neck, I gave a huff. “If I’m gonna be your old lady, I’m gonna have to insist you not fucking touch other women .”

“She hurt you,” he bit out. “She dies.”

“Goddamnit, Hawk,” I snapped. “If you don’t stop touching her, you’re gonna be the one I stab.”

That worked. He dropped her like he’d been scalded, stepping back several paces. It was the only thing that cooled an ire I’d only been faking moments before. Yeah. Seemed I was a possessive bitch and I hadn’t even been sure I wanted the life he was offering, especially since I knew absolutely nothing about my surroundings other than the men here were all fucking huge. Seriously. If there was a place on earth that grew men this big, I had no idea where it would be.

The second Hawk moved away from the bitch, I stepped forward. “Hi, Kat. My name’s Carrie. I’m told my name suits me. Something about a movie and a woman named Carrie. I’ve kind of lived in a movie void most of my life so I have no idea what they mean. But it had something to do with me being… How’d you put it, Hawk? Covered in the blood of my enemies?”

“You’re full of shit, bitch,” Kat snarled, but I noticed she took a step to the side along the way and away from us. She rubbed her throat where Hawk’s hand had been, letting me know he had been serious about killing her.

“Maybe.” I shrugged. “But here’s the thing. I’ve had a really long day. I killed two men tonight. I stabbed them and broke bones and I even bit off a couple body parts.” Not completely accurate, but sometimes it’s the implication. “I’m tired, hungry, and not a little bit horny. All of which add up to me not being in the mood for bullshit of any kind.” I stepped closer, lowering my voice. “I understand territorial behavior. You thought you’d mark what you considered your territory. I respect that. Since it was my bad judgment to not be aware of my surroundings, I’d go as far as to say I fucking deserved the attack. Unfortunately for you, even if he was yours to mark, he’s mine now. And I promise I’m a bigger fucking Alpha than you are.” When she swallowed, I took a step back. “I don’t repeat myself, Kat.”

Hawk’s hand settled on my lower back, a possessive touch that sent warmth through my body despite the confrontation. “Kat, you’re out. Go pack your shit.”

“What?” Her voice went shrill. “You can’t do that!”

“Already did.” Hawk’s voice was cold. A crowd gathered, watching the drama unfold.

“Goddammit,” I muttered under my breath, not believing what I was about to do. As the seconds ticked by, I decided maybe it wasn’t the worst idea. “Hawk. Stop.” I turned so that I faced him directly. “Don’t throw her out.”

“Give me one good Goddamned reason why not.”

“Because I don’t have a fucking property… thingie .” I glared over Hawk’s shoulder when I heard snickers from the men and women watching on.

“Property thingie.” He looked startled, like he was in a daze or something.

“Yeah. The thingie you guys said I needed so the club would recognize me as yours. This would have been avoided if we’d done something like that. Right?” More snickers.

“Thingie.”

“I think you broke him, Killer.” Knuckles gripped Hawk’s shoulder, chuckling as he pulled us away from Kat. I looked over my shoulder to find the other woman hurrying away. I honestly didn’t care if she left or not, as long as she didn’t touch Hawk.

“Jesus, honey.” Hawk picked me up so that I had to wrap my legs around his waist. He stomped to the stairs and didn’t break stride as he went up them, taking a few of them two at a time the closer we got to our destination.

He took me down the hall, back to the same door as before. I was surprised when he shoved the door open, marched inside and kicked it closed behind him. Then he turned with me still wrapped around him and pressed me against the door.

“A thingie.” His lips curved up in a smile that had my stomach doing flips. “I’ve got a thingie for you, all right.”

I opened my mouth to respond, but his lips crashed down on mine. The kiss was fierce, possessive, and had me melting against him. His hands gripped my thighs, holding me up as he deepened the kiss. I moaned into his mouth, my fingers tangling in his hair.

When we finally broke apart, both of us breathing hard, he pressed his forehead against mine. “You claimed me,” he whispered. “In front of everyone.”

“I did.” My voice was breathless even to my own ears. “I don’t know why. I barely know you.”

“You know enough for now. Besides, does it really matter?”

I found myself smiling. “You know what? No. It doesn’t matter. But there is something I need to tell you.”

“What’s that, Killer?”

I sighed. “That’s not going away any time soon, is it?”

“Honestly, Killer or Carrie. Either one will strike fear into the hearts of your enemies.”

“You’re laughing at me.” I tried to scowl at him but I couldn’t really commit. Had I ever had fun like this? This was the lightest conversation we’d had. Hell, it was the lightest conversation I’d ever had with anyone. Any small talk I’d done in the past had been to the benefit of my father and it hadn’t happened often. Because, as he said, I was shit at small talk and just made everything more awkward.

“Nope. I’m laughing at how fuckin’ much you turn me on.” He fastened his mouth on my neck, sucking until I squealed, squirming against him. The shock of the sensation made me thrash, and I tightened my legs around his waist.

“Fuck!” I sucked in a shocked breath. This was… unexpected.

“Carrie?” Hawk rumbled his question vibrated against my lips. “Tell me what you need, baby. You know I’m not gonna hurt you. Right?”

“I know.” My fingers in his hair clenched and unclenched, my body so tight with tension I could barely control myself. “I’m not scared. I wasn’t lying when I told Kat I was horny. But the thing is, while I know how to please a man, I’ve never had sex myself.”

“Your father intended you to be a virgin until he decided what to do with you.”

“Pretty sure I was supposed to be a negotiation tool.”

“You know we don’t have to have sex if you don’t want to. Right?” Hawk continued to feather his lips up and down over my neck. “Just let me taste you.”

“Oh, no, mister.” I moved my hands to frame his face and forced him to look at me. “You’re gonna fuck me. Because you’re who I choose.”

Surprise flared in his eyes. “I’ve got an insane attraction to you, Carrie, but if it doesn’t go the other way --”

I cut off his shit with a kiss, thrusting my tongue into his mouth and taking what I wanted. One hand slapped against my ass before he gripped and kneaded both cheeks with both hands. Then he slapped the other hand down on the other cheek.

“Fuckin’ perfect ass,” he growled against my mouth as his hands gripped my buttocks in a tight hold. “Can’t wait to fuck it.”

I was so fucked. I’d known Hawk would be more than I could handle, but I hadn’t counted on how much the difference would turn me on. He knew all the words to say to make me mindless and could be using it shamelessly to humiliate me or get something from me, but the sad fact was, I simply to God did not give a fuck . If Hawk could make me feel like this with just his kiss, the brush of his lips, and a bit of dirty talk, when he got down to business I was going to lose my fucking mind. Worth it. Totally worth it.

He carried me to the bed, laying me down with surprising gentleness given the fire in his eyes. The mattress dipped under his weight as he crawled over me, his massive frame caging me in a way that made me feel safe rather than trapped.

“You sure about this?” His voice was rough, strained with restraint. “Once I start, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.” In answer, I pulled my shirt over my head, then unfastened the front clasp of my bra, baring myself to him. His sharp intake of breath sent a thrill through me. My nipples pebbled to tight peaks under his gaze and a glaze of sweat erupted over my skin. “Fuckin’ perfect,” he murmured, his gaze devouring me. He lowered his head, his mouth finding my breast, and I arched off the bed with a gasp.

It seemed like his hands were everywhere, rough and calloused yet gentle as they explored my body. Each touch sent sparks of pleasure racing through me. I tugged at his shirt, wanting to feel his skin against mine, and he pulled back just long enough to strip it off.

The sight of him, all muscle and tattoos and raw masculinity, stole my breath. That phrase had always seemed stupid ridiculous to me, but I understood now. When he let his weight settle over me and the light dusting of hair on his chest abraded my already sensitive nipples, my body clenched and I actually cried out, arching against him.

“Shhh, I’ve got you,” he whispered against my breast before taking my nipple into his mouth. The wet heat of his tongue made me whimper. I’d never known I could feel this way. Desperate. Needy. Like I would die if he stopped touching me.

He held me to him with an arm around my back while he feasted on my breast. I loved the feeling of being tied to him, as if by keeping me so tightly against him, I could never get away from him. The strength with which I wanted this man was at once intoxicating and so very frightening I wasn’t at all sure I should let him continue. But the sad truth was, even if he killed me or, worse, ridiculed me later or hurt me in some other way, there was no way I was missing out on what my body hinted was yet to come. No fucking way in hell. I wanted this, even if it was just this once. I was going to take this memory and cling to it as one perfect moment in my life.

Hawk slid his hands down my sides to the waistband of the pants. “Let me see all of you,” he murmured, his eyes dark with desire as he slowly peeled them down my legs. I lifted my hips to help him. The look of hunger in his gaze as it traveled the length of my body was strangely powerful despite my vulnerability.

When I was completely naked beneath him, he sat back on his heels, just looking at me. “Christ, you’re beautiful.” His voice was reverent, almost awed. Then he frowned, tracing his fingers over a sore spot on my side, and I glanced down my body. A reddish bruise was darkening my skin, but aside from a slight soreness there was no pain. “Can’t say I like this sight.” He leaned down and kissed the discolored area, trailing his lips all over it before moving back up my body. “Or this.” Hawk moved his lips over the scratches on my face. I had no idea how bad they were, but there was a slight sting as he brushed my cheek.

“They’re nothing, Hawk. I swear.” I arched my neck, wanting him to kiss me there, to lick and suck me. And yeah, I was a total pushover because the thought of Hawk putting his mark on me for everyone to see made me all kinds of hot. “Please don’t stop.”

I reached for the button of his jeans, suddenly impatient. “Your turn.” I fumbled with the button, brushing his cock. It jumped against my fingers and I jerked back, looking up at him, afraid I’d done something wrong.

He chuckled but didn’t move to help me. “Eager, aren’t you?”

“Of course I’m eager! You aren’t?” It was a stupid question, but the second I asked it, I had to know. Did he want this encounter as much as I did? “I told you I was horny,” I reminded him as I went back to fumbling with his zipper. My inexperience made me clumsy, but he didn’t seem to mind.

“Oh, I’m definitely eager, Killer.” Hawk moved to his knees and shoved his jeans down his hips. He gripped his cock and gave it a couple of strokes. Moisture beaded on the head, and I knew I needed a taste. I had never actually had sex, but I’d learned what men liked. Usually in the form of porn. It was one reason I’d made the decision now to leave instead of earlier. My father had decided I needed more hands-on training, and I wasn’t interested in going through anything like that. “So fuckin’ eager I’m afraid I’m gonna blow before I even get inside you.”

The gruffness in his voice and the way his gaze roamed over my body so possessively brought me back to the here and now. I licked my lips, my mouth going dry at the sight of him. He was huge, his cock standing proudly from a nest of dark hair. Nothing I’d watched to learn about sex could possibly have prepared me for the raw masculinity of Hawk’s body or the way my own responded to him.

“I need you.” My whispered plea was filled with an urgency I didn’t even try to disguise. “Come here,” I whispered, reaching for him, trying to make him cover me with that deliciously muscled and heavy body of his.

Hawk shook his head, a wicked smile playing on his lips. “Not yet, Killer. First, I’m gonna to taste you.”

Before I could process his words, he moved down my body, his mouth trailing hot kisses across my stomach. My muscles jumped under his lips as he settled between my thighs, pushing them wider with his broad shoulders.

“Hawk --” My protest was cut off abruptly on a gasp as he pressed his mouth against my pussy. The first swipe of his tongue across my clit had me arching off the bed with a startled cry.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmured against my flesh. “Let me hear you.”

His tongue circled my clit before flicking across it, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. I’d never experienced anything like this feeling. The sensations were overwhelming, making me whimper and writhe beneath him as he devoured me like a starving man. His large hands gripped my thighs, holding me open and in place as his tongue worked magic between my legs.

“Oh God,” I gasped, the tension coiling tighter and tighter in my belly. “Hawk!”

He hummed against me, the vibration adding to the intense pleasure. When he slid a thick finger inside me, I nearly came off the bed. He worked it in and out slowly, stretching me even more by adding a second finger while his tongue continued its relentless assault on my clit.

“So fucking tight,” he growled. “Gonna feel so good around my cock.”

The combination of his words, his fingers pumping in and out of my pussy, and his mouth on my clit sent me hurtling over the edge. My body convulsed as waves of pleasure crashed through me, my inner walls clenching around his finger as I cried out his name.

Before I could fully recover, Hawk was moving up my body, positioning himself between my thighs. The blunt head of his cock kissed my opening and rested there as Hawk kissed me over and over, sharing the taste of my weeping pussy with me as he thrust his tongue inside me over and over.

I grabbed at the bed sheets, needing to anchor myself against the onslaught of sensations. When he slid deeper inside me, the burn of invasion so intense it bordered on pain, I stiffened slightly, waiting for the pain I knew would come.

“Oh God, oh God,” I chanted, my hips moving of their own accord, meeting him as he slid inside me with shallow pumps. The pressure building inside me again was unthinkable. I’d thought my first orgasm had sent me soaring. The one building inside me now threatened to permanently tweak my gray matter. My entire body tightened, straining toward an all-consuming pleasure just out of reach.

“That’s it, Killer. Let go for me,” Hawk urged, his lips at my ear so his breath tickled my sensitive skin. “Come for me again. Let me have you.”

The orgasm hit me like a freight train. I screamed, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over me. Hawk didn’t let up, continuing to fuck me through it until I was trembling and sweating in his arms.

“Hawk,” I gasped, not even sure what I was begging for.

“I’m gonna fuck you now, Carrie. Gonna put my cum inside you. Then you’re mine. No going back.”

“I don’t care! Take what you want, just please don’t stop.” I hated how out of control I sounded. No doubt my father would add it to the long list of failures on my part, but I couldn’t find it in me to care very much. The only thing that mattered was taking as much as Hawk would give me. And doing my level best to make him feel as good as he was making me feel.

He pushed forward, burying himself to the hilt in one powerful thrust that had me gasping and gripping his shoulders, my fingers denting the corded muscles I found there. The momentary pain faded quickly, replaced by a fullness that made every nerve ending in my body sing. Hawk stilled above me, his massive frame trembling with the effort of restraint.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice strained.

Was I? I took stock of my body. There was still an intense burn, but there was no real pain. Besides, the little bite made the pleasure all the more intense. I nodded, clutching his shoulders. “Yes. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. Please don’t stop.”

That was all the encouragement he needed. He began to move, slowly at first, then with increasing urgency. Each thrust sent sparks of pleasure radiating through me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him deeper by digging my heels into his ass. I wanted everything he had to give.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he groaned, his face buried in my neck as he pounded into me. “So fucking tight. So fucking mine.” God, he sounded so out of control and consumed in his own pleasure! Was there anything sexier than a man who’d just rocked your world taking his own pleasure from your body? If there was, I was hard pressed to think of anything.

The possessiveness in his voice triggered something primal in me. I raked my nails down his back, marking him as he was marking me. “Yours,” I said hoarsely. “And you’re mine.”

His rhythm faltered at my words, and he lifted his head to look into my eyes. The raw emotion I saw there stole my breath. “Never seen anything so fuckin’ sexy as the look on your face when you confronted Kat. I wanted to kill the bitch, but it was worth it to see her back down. You looked like a fuckin’ biker’s old lady.”

I wanted to smile but was sure it was strained. “That’s exactly the look I was going for.”

“Fuckin’ hot as hell, woman.”

I nodded, unable to form more words. Any lingering discomfort was already subsiding, replaced by that fucking ever growing need that seemed to have taken up residence in my body and refused to leave. I rolled my hips experimentally and we both groaned.

“Fuck,” Hawk hissed through his clenched teeth. Sweat dotted his brow, and he shook his head with a growl. “You fuckin’ do that again and this’ll be over, woman.”

I grinned, feeling powerful despite being pinned beneath him. Tilted my hips this time, resting my feet on his calves. “Then fucking move, Hawk! I want all of you. I want your cum inside me like you said.”

That was all it took. Hawk growled deep in his throat and began to move in earnest, his powerful hips driving his cock into me with a force that had the headboard slamming against the wall. I clung to him, unable to do anything else, my body building toward another release.

“Fucking hell,” he groaned, his movements becoming more erratic. “I can’t… fuck, Carrie!”

I felt him swell inside me, and then he was coming, his hot cum flooding me as he buried his face in my neck with a guttural moan. The feeling of him pulsing inside me triggered yet another orgasm, and I shattered beneath him, my inner walls clenching around his cock as I cried out his name.

He collapsed on top of me, his weight a comforting blanket as we both struggled to catch our breath. We lay tangled together, both of us trembling and panting as we came down from our high. I wrapped my arms around him to keep him close when he would have moved off me. He nuzzled my neck, pressing gentle kisses to my sweat-slicked skin.

“You okay?” he murmured, his voice rough with spent passion.

“Better than okay,” I whispered back, trailing my own kisses over his neck and shoulder. I loved his weight pressing me down after what was the most intense experience of my life. Even more than the killing I’d done earlier. Probably because there was nothing negative about this experience. The way Hawk was looking down at me now, like I was the love of his life and he never wanted to let me go, was a heady high.

“You’re fucking amazing,” Hawk murmured against my skin, his weight shifting slightly to the side so I could breathe easier, but he didn’t roll off me completely and I didn’t want him to. “Never felt anything like that before.”

I laughed softly, running my fingers through his hair. “I’m pretty sure that’s my line. You’re the one with experience.”

“Experience doesn’t mean shit when it comes to this.” He propped himself up on one elbow, his eyes searching mine with an intensity that made my heart stutter. “What we just did? That wasn’t just fucking, Carrie.”

I swallowed hard, suddenly nervous. “What was it, then?”

“Something I can’t explain.” He traced my lips with his thumb. “But I know I’m not ever lettin’ go. Not lettin’ you go. Not ever.”

The conviction in his voice should have terrified me. We’d known each other less than twenty-four hours. This kind of instant connection only happened in movies or books, not in real life. Certainly not in my life. But instead of fear, all I felt was a bone-deep certainty that I was exactly where I was supposed to be.

“Good,” I whispered. “Because I don’t want to go. Not ever.”

Hawk smiled down at me, leaning in once more to kiss me. “I think that about covers the proper thingie, then.”

I groaned, burying my face against his chest. “Are you ever going to let me live that down?”

“Not a chance, Killer.” He laughed, the sound vibrating through his chest. “Not a chance. That’s a story I’ll be tellin’ the grandkids. All fifteen of the little rug rats.”

“Fifteen grandchildren?”

“Yep. Gonna have at least five or six kids, by the way.”

“Do I get a say in this?” I couldn’t help but laugh, the thrill of this new life he dangled in front of me enough to sweep me up into a fantasy I wasn’t sure could last. Not that it mattered. I was going to hold on to the fantasy until it evaporated.

“Sure. It’s my job to get you to say yes.”

“And you think you can get me to say yes to six kids?”

He frowned down at me, but there was mischief in his eyes. “Hell no! What woman would actually agree to that right off the bat?” He shook his head. “Nope. My job is to get you to beg me to come inside you.” A slow smile spread his lips and the man looked positively wicked. “Over and over until you can’t help but get knocked up.”

I laughed until tears streamed from my eyes down my temple. Hawk had this satisfied smirk on his face like he’d won the best prize in the world. I cupped his face in one hand, stroking his beard. Hawk, the big gruff biker, leaned into my touch, practically purring in contentment.

“Never get tired of that sound,” he murmured as he kissed me once more. “Get some sleep.” He did a slow roll and brought me on top of him, his cock still firmly inside me. “I got a feelin’ Knuckles will send someone for us sooner rather than later.”

There was so much to think about, so much to plan. I needed to think about what I wanted to say to Vic. Would he try to take me home? Would he try to kill me? Those are the things I needed to consider, but all I found myself thinking about was how wonderful Hawk smelled. About how I loved those strong arms holding me tightly against him.

Fuck it. The future would take care of itself. I was living in the moment. That meant cuddling with the biker beneath me. Were the words “biker” and “cuddle” even supposed to be in the same sentence together? I had no idea. But this biker cuddled the hell out of me.

And I cuddled the hell out of him.