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We were at a crossroads now. The deal between the Skeletons and Los Muertos was over, but since Pres hadn’t heard from Sergio. We didn’t exactly know if we were supposed to keep up the charade or not. And Ryan…Ryan was a whole other complication. Not addressing all the hurdles between us, I didn’t know what she would do now that Mario was working with the Reapers. I was hoping whatever this Scar chick told us would help give insight into what to do.

I raked my hand through my hair as a heavy sigh left my chest. As I pushed my door open, my eyes were met with a sight that made my dick twitch, and all my worries floated away. Ryan stood there, her pretty pink tongue poked out, running across her bottom lip before she pulled it between her teeth.

I was rock fucking hard, and she hadn’t even touched me.

I cleared my throat. “Is there a reason you still aren’t dressed, Ryan? You know we have places to go today.” Like a predator hunting its prey, I stalked toward her.

But Ryan was no prey; she was my equal, who granted me the pleasure of dominating her.

“You’re eye fucking me again, Gunner,” she whispered, raking her eyes down my body.

She was right.

“How can I not with you standing there in the middle of my room in my shirt. I can practically see those pretty pussy lips peeking out.” I tried my damnedest to sound calm and unfazed, but I had a visceral need to fall to my knees and worship her.

Her eyes narrowed in on my clenched fists. If she breathed on me, I would blow my load like some virgin. I strode forward, threading my fingers through her hair, and pulled—giving her the bite of pain she craved.

“I’m not sure if you’ve ever looked into a mirror, Ryan. But you happen to be very. Fucking. Hot,” I breathed against her throat, running my tongue along her skin.

Her fingertips gripped the front of my cut, and she had a mischievous glint in her eyes. “You said we don’t have time, Gunner,” she responded, her hand snaking to my dick and squeezing.

“Brujita, you’re asking to get laid across my lap and spanked.”

“How about you slap my ass while you shove your cock in me? Pretty please,” she asked.

The air was thick with sexual tension, and my resolve broke at her words. Her hair slid through my fingers as I tugged so we made eye contact. A moan left my lips the moment her blown irises met mine.

“Babe, I’ll always have time to service that leaking cunt of yours. On the bed, Ryan. All fours. Face me,” I demanded.

Her eyes widened in excitement. “Fuck,” she whispered, her words breathy and low.

This woman was a goddess among mortals. I didn’t deserve her and should let her go, but I was addicted to her special kind of poison. I didn’t want the war of emotions she stirred in me, but I was powerless to stop them.

We’ll never work out; we were destined for failure from our very start.

My depressing thoughts vanished when her lithe body climbed up onto my bed and scrambled to get into place. Ready to submit to my every word.

“I’m not walking away from her,” I mumbled to myself while I watched her wait on all fours on the bed. The sight was so painfully delicious that I took my time making my way over to her, not ready for it to end. My shirt had ridden up and was now resting at the small of her back, leaving her plump ass on display. A groan escaped my mouth when I spotted a black lace thong barely covering her pussy.

Fuck, was I hard.

“We can’t be late, Gunner.” Her face was inches from my cock, and I knew what she was thinking as she looked at me through her thick black lashes. “But you don’t look like you’ll last long anyway.” A sly smile graced her lips.

My fingers wrapped around her chin. “Don’t be a brat, babe. Or I’ll make sure that pussy of yours doesn’t get an orgasm,” I warned as my hand met the lace of her underwear, yanking the fabric toward me, pulling a moan from her pouty lips as the lace bit into her clit.

I smirked at her reaction. “You fucking love some pain with your pleasure, don’t you, Ryan? I bet your pussy is already drenched, waiting to be fucked. Do you want to be filled with every inch of my cock?” I asked—my free hand wrapping around her throat.

“Yes, I want you rough and fast, Gunner.”

“You’re too fierce to be treated delicately. It’s why Mario would never have you. He doesn’t see you. And I’ll break every bone in that man’s hand if he ever touches you again.” Her eyes widened. “And that would be the start of what I’ll make him endure.” My words were spoken as a promise. Mario was lucky that he never physically hurt her, because I would make his death long and drawn out for that offense.

“Gunner…” Her voice was thick with emotion I wasn’t ready for, so I switched the subject. Bringing us back to focusing on the physical attraction between us.

You know you’re already emotionally attached, asshole.

I shook my head, attempting to clear my thoughts. “You aren’t even ready to go yet, Ryan.” Another pull on her thong. “You knew we had places to go. Your poor planning means you’re in for a quick and dirty fuck.” Her pupils were blown, and a whimper left her lips at my words. Fuck, did I love the little sounds she made, and I didn’t even have my cock in her yet.

“Face the other way. Ass up in the air, chest on the bed, babe. I want to feel how your cunt drips for me.”