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Rachel

The car drove me straight to the town house, and I cringed when I saw Dante’s bike in the driveway. I was exhausted and ready to drop, but instinct told me the night was far from over.

Vienna and Hacksaw climbed out of the front of the car, and opened the door so I could carry out a sleeping Bee. Dante had stuck to his word and made her get in the car with me as we approached the motorway, before speeding off in a shadowed blur.

He hadn’t so much as even glanced in my direction, and the self-pity I felt earlier was giving way to a ferocious anger.

This back and forth between us was as annoying as it was toxic, but what could be done when we were two damaged people refusing to allow the other one power of us?

I refused to let Dante try to hurt me by ignoring me. I had cowered once in my life, and I swore with Alex’s death that would never be me again.

So, I left Vienna and Hacksaw downstairs and carried Bee to her bed, before turning around and marching down the corridor to our bedroom.

The townhouse wasn’t as big as the clubhouse had been, and so Dante wasn’t afforded the luxury of privacy and his own room.

As I entered the room and shut the door behind me, I noticed the door to the bathroom was slightly ajar, and could hear the running of the shower.

But as I made my way forward, ready to confront him, the fight in me died out as I heard a noise that almost had my knees crumbling from beneath me.

“You’re a fucking idiot,” he spat at himself in the mirror, his naked back facing me.

I heard the tell-tale sign of a pained sniff as he slammed his fist down on the sink.

I crept closer to the door and watched as he slammed his fist down on the sink once more, before sending everything flying to the floor with one powerful swoop.

Anger and hurt. What a fucking delightful combination.

I stayed where I was, watching as he stepped into the shower, my mouth watering at the sight of him.

He might be an evil bastard, but there was no denying his body was a gift from the fucking gods.

Every deliciously inked inch of him knew my touch.

I was as familiar with his body as I was my own, and my body cried out in response.

I watched the water pour over his jet-black hair and down that sinful body, and I forced my eyes shut, blocking him out as I peeled myself away from the wall.

I hurried out of the bedroom and back down the stairs, wanting to get my suitcases from the car.

However, I saw that they had already been brought in for me, so I grabbed it, hauled it back up and went back into the bedroom, hoping Dante was done with the shower and had put some clothes on, before we both did some more shit we regretted.

How fucking wrong I was.

As I walked back into the bedroom, I heard the shower still running. I blocked it out, not wanting to give into the animalistic need to see him, and threw my suitcase on the bed.

And that’s when I heard it.

That fucking noise. That deep, guttural, throaty growl that had made my pussy soaked more times than I could count.

Is he…?

I crept back to the door and dear God; he was.

His huge hand was wrapped around his thick cock, his head thrown back as he pumped up and down in angry strokes. The veins in his neck were protruding as he aggressively fucked his hand, sending a jolt of arousal straight through me.

My legs instantly clenched in response, my clit immediately beginning to throb in awareness.

I watched as he continued to pump his cock, his groans becoming louder. My nipples pebbled beneath my bra, and my underwear became soaked.

I leant against the wall, my head turning to the side to watch him as I slipped a hand down the front of my leggings and slipped a finger between my pussy lips .

I bit down on my lip as I circled my clit, my eyes not leaving him for a second. He moved to lean forward, one hand resting against the opposite wall as his legs began to shake and his breathing became uneven. His moans were fucking music to my ears, making me wetter than ever.

My fingers were covered in my slickness, and I pushed two of them inside me, remembering all the times it had been his cock filling me instead.

His head hung low, his eyes closed, his hand still angrily fucking himself. My own breathing picked up in response to his, my pussy tightening around my fingers.

“Fuck,” he panted, his other hand coming to grasp his balls. He squeezed them gently, his cock jerking in the air as he pumped even faster. I circled my clit faster in response, my head growing dizzy as my orgasm built.

I could taste blood in my mouth from biting down on my lip so hard, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t stop watching. I couldn’t stop pleasuring myself at the sight of Dante forcibly fucking himself.

He growled low in his throat, followed by, “fuck, Rachel,” and that’s when I lost it.

Hearing my name on his lips, knowing it was me that he was thinking of, that I was still in there, consuming his every thought…

it drove me mad. I cried out before I could stop myself, my eyes squeezing shut as I pumped my fingers in and out of me, desperate to reach the pinnacle of this frenzy.

My entire body froze, realising what I had done.

I opened my eyes, and locked on to two piercing blue ones staring back at me.

I had been caught.