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Lola, Lola, Lola.
She’s mine, and mine alone.
This seals it.
Chapter Seven
Lola
I keep my eyes fixated on the parking lot, my chest tightening. My hands have developed a mind of their own, squeezing and pressing and worrying at each other constantly, as if I have no control over them.
His breathing is loud, hot-sounding, the sort of breathing I can imagine him doing as he leans over me and takes what I’ve never wanted to give away.
“Fuck,” he snarls after a long pause. “Do you have any idea what this means?”
Yes, of course, I do.
It means he doesn’t want me anymore.
It means we can end this madness before Kayley gets hurt.
“It means I have to claim you,” he says.
“What!” I gasp, turning to him reflexively.
His jaw is tight. His eyes sparking.
“Do you really think I’m going to let some other asshole take what’s rightfully mine? I’d kill any man who tried to claim that wet virgin cunt for himself. No, Lola, it belongs to me. You belong to me. I haven’t made myself clear, have I?”
He pauses, leaning closer to me. The parking lot is empty and the street is dozens of feet away, but anxiety still runs through me at the prospect that Kayley might somehow see us.
“The first time I saw you, I knew I had to have you. I can’t explain it. But I knew it the same way I know my own heartbeat. I thought I could fight it. Or maybe that’s a lie. Maybe I knew I was lost the second I saw you. But now I know I can’t. I can’t even pretend to fight. There’s only one man who’s taking your virginity, you naïve horny fucking virgin, and you’re looking at him. When I drive up inside of you and fire my seed into your hungry womb, I’m going to make you pregnant.”
I gasp, my heart thudding in time with the pulsations of my pussy.
“P-pregnant?” I moan.
He smirks savagely. “Maybe this Valentine’s stuff is finally getting to me, eh? It’s your destiny, Lola, for me to fuck you, to teach you, and then put a baby in your belly. I can’t begin to explain it. All I can do is tell you is that you are—mine, mine, just mine.
“You belong to me. Your ass and your legs and your sassy lips. Your eyes. Your singing voice. Your talent. Everything you are, it will always belong to me. Say it, Lola.”
“I’m yours,” I gasp, my panties grinding against my soaked sex. “And I want that. I know it’s crazy. But I want it. I want your babies.”
I laugh in disbelief when I hear the words aloud.
“We met last night and I want your babies, Liam.”
He smirks and then squeezes onto my thigh again, with even more force this time. Shivers move up my legs, teasing my lips. My hole gets even wetter.
“It’s crazy, isn’t it?” he says.
“Yeah,” I whisper. “I can’t believe you feel the same. I just thought I was being silly.”
“There’s nothing silly about the things I want – I need – to do to you. Now come on. Let’s go inside.”
He steps from the car and opens the back door, letting Hunter hop out. I half expect the ground to fall away as I open my door, for all of this to be some kind of fabrication.
Liam walks toward Hidden’s entrance with a sense of purpose etched into his every movement. He strides ahead of me in his moon-colored suit, looking like a businessman on his way to an important meeting.
Except this businessman is seven feet tall and has tribal tattoos poking out past his cufflinks.
He stops at the entrance, turning back to me with his just-Liam smirk.
“What are you waiting for?” he says.
I’m still reeling from what we just discussed, the revelation that he wants to claim me, that he sees me as his.
How am I supposed to fight these urges now?
How am I supposed to convince myself that I even want to fight them?
I hurry after him, Hunter and Liam tilting their heads at me in the exact same way, as though they’re both majestic beasts.
Liam unlocks the silver glittery door and automatic lights blink on, guiding us down the stairs. My legs tremble as I follow him down, my eyes fixed onto his broad back, his suit jacket pulled taut between the two boulders of his shoulders.
At the bottom is a short hallway with an enclosed counter and a red rope running down it for where people line up when the club is open.
“Hunter,” Liam growls, but his eyes are fixated on me. “Bed.”
Hunter’s tail wags and he lopes down the hallway, nuzzling the door to the club open with his powerful nose. He slinks past the door as it closes, leaving us alone.
“Seriously,” I giggle. “He is the most well-trained dog I’ve ever seen.”
