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Things have been tense around the house since Birdie confronted the club. Valkyrie offered to take the kids to Manic’s house today because they were feeling the tension between us.

The madder she gets, the more my anger toward her grows.

I’m not the only one who fucked up seven years ago. She kept two very fucking important things from me. I’ve been too concerned with making sure she’s healed from the fucked-up shit Frankie put her through.

That shit is done for. I’m tired of fucking walking on eggshells with her. I deserve to know why she never told me about my kids.

I get it. I fucked up by betraying her, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t deserve to know about the twins.

Everything I missed out on over the last seven years is constantly playing on a loop in my head.

Watching her grow round with them, seeing her give birth, their first fucking everything.

I’ve missed it all, and it kills me inside.

There’s so much about their lives that I know nothing about.

Birdie opens the dishwasher forcefully and then places the dishes she rinsed on the racks. Dishes clang together as she slams them in place. She’s fucking excelling at ignoring my presence and frankly, it’s making me angry.

I should walk away because my mouth tends to get me in trouble when the rage rushes through my system. Everyone knows I never do what I actually should, though.

“You know, you act like you’re innocent in all this, but we both know better,” I snap without thinking.

Birdie jerks around so quickly, her hair smacks her in the face. She glowers at me with her hands on her curvy hips. “What did you just say?”

Her low tone should have warned me, but I really like to dance on top of those danger signs.

I fold my arms over my chest and lean back in my chair. “You’re acting like I’m the only one who did something wrong seven years ago.”

“Oh, really? Do tell, Apollonos ,” she snarls.

“The twins.”

Birdie raises a brow, ire building in her eyes.

I shove back my chair and smack my hand against the counter, my lips drawing back.

“You kept my motherfucking kids from me,” I roar, my nostrils flaring with each heavy breath.

Birdie flinches, but she doesn’t back away from my anger. What does my woman do? She grabs a fucking drinking glass from the counter and chucks it at me.

If I wasn’t so experienced in dodging weapons, she’d have nailed me in the fucking head. Instead, it smashes against the far wall and shatters into fragments.

My dick really shouldn’t be as hard as it is right now.

“You didn’t want them,” she screams back.

Her words punch against me, the force of them caving a hole in my chest.

“Bull fucking shit! I’ve always wanted kids with you. I fucked up, Birdie. Shit. I get it, okay. I broke your heart, but you had no goddamn right to keep them from me. You should have let me know.”

“What are you talking about, you idiot? I did tell you.”

My abrasive laughter slams against the walls of the kitchen before bouncing back toward us. “Sure, you did.”

Her temper rises to match mine as we charge toward one another. “I called the stupid clubhouse because everyone else had me fucking blocked,” she screams in my face.

“Stop lying! If you called my club, they would have told me.”

Birdie’s hands smack against my chest and she shoves me, her body following mine to do it again. “You stop lying!”

Our bodies are so close together that her tits rest against my chest and her breath tickles my lips. My eyes drop to her mouth as our breathing picks up. The heat in the kitchen rises between us as we stare wantonly at each other.

I don’t know which of us moves first. Her hands end up in my hair as mine land on her ass while our mouths attack each other savagely.

Our kiss is violent, neither of us willing to give an inch. We’re both too pissed off at the other.

Hunger so dark and dangerous slithers up my spine as I walk her backwards until her back hits the wall.

She drags her mouth from mine, her eyes shooting angry sparks at me. “I hate you.”

I gnash my teeth at her. “Fucking hate you too, little mama.”

Our words say one thing while our tone and bodies say another.

The straps of her camisole snap under my impatient hands, and then her tits bounce free. One of my hands leaves her ass to curl around her throat as I drop my mouth to her dusky pink nipple.

I twirl my tongue around it before biting down, not letting up until she gives me that delicious cry of pleasure. Then I kiss it gently before moving to the other.

“I hate you,” she chants brokenly.

Her tit pops from my mouth.

“Keep telling yourself that,” I sneer, yanking her shorts from her with one hand.

Birdie’s nimble fingers pull my sweats down and they fall to my ankles. My aching cock bounces free and smacks against her stomach.

She tries to push me away so she can take charge, but my fingers tighten around her throat as I lift one of her legs to my waist.

“No,” I growl. “I’ve let you be in charge all the other times because you needed it. It’s time for me to remind you who the fuck actually owns this tight little cunt.”

The head of my cock nudges her pussy, but the fucking wench does a little bounce so she can wrap her other leg around me and slams herself onto my dick.

Her cunt swallows me down until she’s sitting so pretty at my base.

A wicked, feral lust unlike anything I’d ever experienced before urges me to split her open.

To abuse her cunt so savagely, she’ll never forget who the hell she belongs to again.

After pulling out until only the tip is inside her, I tighten my hold on her throat again and shove forward brutally.

My eyes stay locked on hers, ensuring she’s finding pleasure as I fuck her against the wall.

Because regardless of how fucking delightful the fluttering of her pussy feels around my cock, the moment anything I do scares her, I’ll pull out.

“You’re a bastard,” she snarls, her mouth snapping forward and latching onto the skin of my neck.

I groan at the feel of my skin breaking under her teeth, my hips slamming against hers. “That’s right, little mama. Mark me. Show the fucking world who owns this dick.”

Birdie’s hips move relentlessly against mine as we chase the high we’ve only ever found with each other.

Her mouth leaves bite marks all over my neck and chest while her nails dig gouges into my back.

The sea of pleasure from her silky cunt threatens to drown me, but fuck, what a way to meet my reaper.

I’m unchained, a fucking wild man as I ride her hard.

Tormented cries of pleasure tear from her mouth as she tightens around me.

“Fuck yeah, baby,” I moan. “Fuck, you’re strangling my cock like such a good girl. Your cunt is a goddamn vice around me. Fire, pure fucking fire licking against me.”

“Harder,” she groans, her heels digging into my ass.

“Any harder and I’m going to fuck you through the wall,” I pant.

“Pussy,” she taunts.

My eyes narrow as I take up the challenge. My thrusts turn so violent that I want to climb between her thighs tomorrow so I can see all the pretty bruises.

I move the hand holding her ass in between us until I can rest my thumb against her clit. Her moans grow in tempo and when she flutters around me, I pinch her clit between my thumb and index finger.

She shatters over me with a scream, her juices fucking soaking me.

With another sharp thrust, I still as my cock jerks inside her. My cum shoots from me in thick spurts, coating the inside of her cunt.

My head falls back as I catch my breath, enjoying the heat of her over my still hard length.

She shoves me away, the move so unexpected that I slide out of her.

I don’t remember my sweats are wrapped around my ankles until I stumble backward.

They tangle me up, and before I know what’s happening, my arms are windmilling as I try to find something to grab hold of.

Unfortunately, there’s nothing, so my big ass falls against the tile floor.

Fuck you, universe. Fuck you very much.

Though I’m not complaining too badly when Birdie straddles my face with our combined cum leaking from her. She grabs hold of my head with both hands to anchor herself. My woman doesn’t hover. No, my little mama sits down.

Right on my grinning face.

My hands automatically move to her ass, holding her to me as I swipe my tongue through her.

“That’s right,” she purrs, riding my face. “Be a good boy and clean up your mess.”

So . . . fucking . . . hot.

I swallow our mixture down, cleaning her up like she ordered. She’s smothering the hell out of me, but it’s the greatest shit ever.

Death by pussy.

How many men can claim to be so lucky?

Deliver me to my reaper, baby.

Black spots dance in the corners of my vision, but I keep eating, not wanting to leave behind a single morsel as I go into the afterlife.

Birdie stills as she shudders against me with another cry.

Just as my vision darkens, my cock jerks and shoots a shower of cum into the air.

Huh. Who would’ve thought I’d ever enjoy breath play for myself?