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“Getting dressed.”

“Behind the fucking door? Where I can’t watch you?”

I pushed my body against hers, letting the pre-cum dripping from the tip of my cock smear across her skin.

“If you’re leaving without me, you better get fucking used to it.”

She brought her arm up and pushed mine away, forcing me to release her throat. She spun around and slammed her elbowinto my gut. The air in my lungs rushed out, and I expected my dick to deflate. It only pulsed as it got harder.

I shoved her face against the wall and crowded in behind her, trapping her arms above her head. I shoved into her from behind. The sound of her moan coursed through my body, and I almost came immediately.

“Fuck, I love it when you fight me.”

“But not enough to stay?” she asked as she backed against me, trying to force me to move.

“Stay fucking still.” I closed my eyes against the desire to come inside her already. God, I needed to get control of my damn body. She was too fucking hot. Too fucking tight.

She didn’t listen. Not anymore. After that first night, when I lost my virginity, it had been like this. She fought me for control, forced me to use her body for my pleasure. She told me that was how she got hers.

I didn’t want to use her this way. It felt too much like what I’d witnessed for years, but she promised me it was what she wanted. And I couldn’t ignore the fact that it was hot as fuck.

That was what made it so goddamn hard to stay in control and not explode the moment I felt her contract around me.

“You better enjoy this because it’s the last time you’ll ever fuck me,” she snarled.

I pulled back enough to leave her body before I flipped her around. “What the fuck are you talking about? I told you, you are mine.”

“If you leave, we’re done. I won’t put my life on hold.”

“You said you’d always be here. You wouldn’t leave me.”

Indie slumped against the wall; the moment was gone. She looked up at me, her eyes sad, as she said, “I’m not the one who’s leaving.”

I rested my forehead against hers. “You’re not safe. No one is safe if I’m there. He knows where I am now. He won’t stop coming for me.”

Her hands cradled my face as she looked into my eyes. “Hello? Trained assassin here.”

I smiled at her sass. She said it as though being an assassin was no big deal, but I knew she was still struggling with everything she’d learned.

“That’s why I need you to stay. I need you to protect Rose and Sam and the girls. I need you to protect my mother.”

“What you need is to tell King the truth. Let your brothers help you.”

“I can’t,” I said, shaking my head. I moved to the end of the bed to sit down. With my elbows against my knees, I held my head in my hands. “If they find out the truth, they’ll think I betrayed them. Hell, I did betray them.”

“How?”

“I joined under false pretenses. I was already in a club when I joined, and I lied to them.”

She sat down beside me; her hand rubbed my back as she tried to console me. “You didn’t have a choice.”

“You think that matters to them?”

“I think they love you. I think they respect you. Why would they make you an officer if they didn’t believe they could trust you?”

“That’s the point,” I argued. I dropped my hands and looked at her. Why couldn’t she understand? “They trusted me, and I lied to them over and over for almost six years. You really think they’ll just let that shit go?”

“Yes.”