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Shadow smirks and runs that wonderful digit down my belly and between my legs. He circles my clit through my leggings, and the motion has me closing my eyes.

“I said— do you think I’m dangerous? Aren’t you afraid of me, Tiny Dancer? Do you think I’m this soft with everyone?” Shadow’s deep voice isn’t soothing or seductive, it’s the opposite. His voice is harsh and rough. But his caress is what has me lulled into a trance.

“No…” I gulp.

“No, I’m not dangerous. No, you’re not afraid. Or no, you think I’m a big softy. What is it, Teagan?” There’s a hint of laughter in his voice, but I know there’s nothing funny about his question.

However, I still reach down to the depths of my soul for my bravery when I answer, “No, I’m not afraid of you. No, you’re most definitely not a softy. But yes, Shadow, you are a dangerous man.”

I hope he doesn’t see through the lie I just told him. Because no matter what I just said, I am afraid of Shane Carpenter. Afraid that I’m already addicted to his touch. Afraid of what will happen once this is over. Afraid of losing the realest thing I’ve ever had. Afraid that all of this happened too soon. Afraid that my heart will be lost to a man who sees me as temporary. Yes. I am very afraid.

Twenty-Two

DISTRACTION

SHADOW

I’m doing my best to keep Teagan from danger, and I know she’s fed up with being locked up in my apartment like a princess in an ivory tower. The only place we go is to the clubhouse and back. I blame myself for not protecting her like I promised I would. I left her vulnerable, and she got hurt. I refuse to let that happen again, so I need to do the only thing I can do right now, create a distraction. And the best way to do that is with my hands, mouth, and best of all, my dick.

I promised myself that I would have more control and not bring her even more into my world than necessary. I was doing a great job distracting myself when I was looking for Everett, but with her questions and the look of trust that she gives me… I can’t hold on any longer.

I second guessed myself. I claimed Teagan without thought to what that meant, and for once in my life, I tried to be a decent man. I tried to let my big head lead, but it’s more than sex with Teagan. Her light pulls me in and makes me want to bask in its glory.

The more time we spend together, the more we get to know one another, and the more chemistry we share.She’s perfect for me.

“So, you’re not afraid of me, huh…” I continue to trace my finger down her body, then I grip her hips and bring her flush with my chest.

I can see when she gulps down the lie that she’s not scared. Because, of course, a sweet little thing like her has never been up close and personal to a man like me. And no matter how well she slid into my life, hanging out with men who she should never cross paths with, Teagan Walker doesn’t belong in my world. But I can’t let her go. I won’t sacrifice my love for her anymore.

“Umm,” Teagan says with wide brown eyes.

I stick my nose in the crook of her neck and take a whiff of her heady scent— the light sheen of sweat that makes her skin glisten calls to my tongue. I lick a trail from the base of her throat to the tip of her ear. I suck her lobe into my mouth, and I know her toes curl. It’s something I figured out by closely watching her reactions to me.

“You know you shouldn’t yell at a dangerous man. Now, how should I punish you?” I’ve been sweet to Teagan. Something I didn’t think I was capable of. But now, I want to show her more of who I am.

I stick my hand down the front of her tights and rub her clit until it’s hard. I split her lips with two fingers and rub back and forth until my fingers are sticky with her essence. Teagan begins to rock her body to the pace I set.

I’ve seen her dance before, and I can tell by the way she fucks her gracefulness transfers to the bedroom. Her movements are sensual without trying, and she has me rock hard anytime I’m near her.

The need to touch Teagan overrides my need to be the good guy. I’ve never been the type of man who gave a damn about what people thought of me, and for a second, I cared what people might think about Teagan being with me. She’s an outsider, but she’s mine now and will be forever.

“You look so pretty when you ride my fingers, baby,” I growl in Teagan’s ear, and she gasps.

Teagan speeds up her movements, and I know she’s close to orgasming. I continue talking dirty cause as prim and proper as my girl is, she loves when I say nasty shit to her.

She’s everything I never knew I wanted in a woman. Sweet and classy with a twist of naughty. Everett did me a favor by bringing her into my life. I’ll be sure to repay him with a bullet in his ass.

Teagan groans and I know she’s chasing euphoria, but this is her punishment for talking crazy, so I keep my fingers at a steady tempo to keep her close to the edge without pushing her over.

“What’s wrong, baby?” I kiss her lips and suck on her tongue before pulling back to look into her eyes.

“Let me cum. Please, Shadow,” her pleas should bring out some sort of compassion in me, but they don’t.

“What did I tell you? What the fuck is my name?” I growl, stopping my fingers.

“Shane. Please, Shane…” Teagan’s words are desperate.

I rip her tights down and press her against the floor-to-ceiling windows. I grab a condom from my wallet and pull my jeans down.