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Chapter 21
Lexa
My room at the clubhouse compound was one I’d used off and on during my childhood. After getting the scar, those times had been few and far between, but this was bringing back all kinds of upsetting memories.
No one had to stress how bad Santino being interested in me was. It was his man who’d given me the consolation prize I saw every time I looked in the mirror after all. A man like that had to work for someone who was ten times as bad.
But I wasn’t going to run and hide like the scared little girl they’d made me. I had a life to live, and a mom who needed me here with her—no matter how many times she begged me to go to one of the safe houses. Or better yet, go to New York and hide behind Ciro Donati and Cristiano Vitucci.
Yeah, that wasn’t going to happen.
Scared I might be, but a coward I was not.
A tap on the door had me blinking into the darkened room. There were no windows, and the door was the only point of entry, so no one could sneak up on me. I’d locked it because I wanted to be left alone, but any one of the MC brothers could easily pick the lock if they had to.
“No, I’m not hungry,” I called out, figuring it was one of the sheep come to baby me. “Or thirsty. Yes. I have plenty of pillows, clean sheets, and a fresh comforter. Go away.”
The knock came again, and I groaned as I climbed out of bed and stomped across the room to jerk the door open.
My eyes barely had time to adjust to the light from the hall before Ben was cupping the back of my head with one hand, wrapping his other arm around me to anchor me against his hard body. His mouth crashed down on mine in a kiss that stole my breath.
Walking me backward without breaking the kiss or putting so much as an inch between our bodies, he closed the door and flipped the lock before picking me up and carrying me the rest of the way to the bed.
I didn’t have time to think, and even if I did, I probably wouldn’t have. All I wanted was to feel. His hands, his lips, his body pressing me into the mattress. I could barely breathe from how hard he was kissing me, like he would die if he stopped even for a second, but I loved it.
My shirt and bra disappeared before I even realized he was pulling them off me. When I felt his fingers working on
the snap and zipper of my jeans, I arched my hips up enough for him to push them and my panties down my legs. Cool air hit my drenched sex, and I gasped into his mouth, goose bumps popping up along my entire body.
“I need light,” he muttered, pulling back and trying to see through the dark. “I want to look at you.”
“No,” I whined, pulling his head back down for another kiss. “It will take too long. I need you now.”
Tugging his work shirt out of his pants, I tore at the buttons, wanting to feel the skin underneath. His body was hot to the touch and rock hard. I stroked my fingertips up and down his abs, delighting in the defined edges of his six-pack before attacking his belt buckle.
When my hand dipped into his pants and boxers, wrapping around his girth, we both groaned. The tip was already sticky with proof of how much he wanted me, and I massaged it into his flesh, using it to lube his shaft as I stroked him from tip to base and back again.
“You’re killing me,” he whispered beside my ear just before his teeth sank into the tender skin of my neck. “Are you ready for me, beautiful?”
“Yes,” I moaned. “Please, Ben.”
Kicking his pants and boxer briefs the rest of the way off, he used his knees to part my thighs and sank into me. We both held our breath as he pushed past the proof of my virginity, and then he was all the way inside me.
I felt stretched to capacity, tender, and ultrasensitive to every breath he took while he gave my body a moment to adjust to his delicious invasion.
“You okay?” he asked. “Want me to stop?”
“At this point, I think stopping would kill us both,” I murmured, shifting my hips to test how sore I was. When all I felt was a slight burn that quickly turned into pleasure, I relaxed, and he was able to go a little deeper than he already was.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he growled, his hands gripping my ass hard. “I don’t ever want to move from this spot for the rest of my life.”
Sweat was already coating both our bodies. I scratched my nails down his back, making him shudder in pleasure, his cock jerking inside my tightness. “Wish I could let you, but I’m about to lose my mind if you don’t make me come, Ben.”
He pulled out, just a little, and slammed back in. Stars flashed before my eyes, and I clenched them shut as I lifted my hips to meet his next thrust. His cock hit something deep inside that had a little mewling sound leaving my throat. I kissed his chest, the only part of him my lips could reach right then. He tasted like sweat and something tangier.
I was already right on the edge, and his slow, steady pace was only making me hungrier. “Harder,” I begged shamelessly. “Please, harder.”
His fingers flexed on my ass, and he ground down into me. I whimpered in pleasure, my nails breaking through the skin on his upper back and slicing as I tried to hold on to the moment. I wanted to come, yet it felt so good, I wanted it to last too. But then he pulled almost completely out and slammed back in, thrusting so hard the bed frame knocked against the wall. My sex clamped down around him so firmly, he started cursing.
