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“I know you’re fucking with me,” I say. “But fuck you anyway.”

“Fuck me?” he asks.

“Yeah, Dare. Respectfully, of course, because you’re my president.”

Turning back toward the door, I walk out of the office. I don’t say anything else. But fuck him. He’s making me think about shit, and that shit is making a woman my old lady. I can’t do that. But I don’t know if I can walk away from her either.

I want her too badly.

I walk into the bar and head straight for the booze, but a hand on my wrist stops me. Turning my head, I dip my chin slightly to look down at the hot-pink-painted nails. Slowly, my eyes glide up her arm and then meet the eyes of the woman who has a hold of me.

It’s Velvet.

“She’s pretty, Wrath,” she murmurs.

Arching a brow, I watch her for a moment in silence. Velvet knows exactly who Elodie is. It’s not like she hasn’t been here a few times working. Velvet is just pissed that she’s not the one in charge of running the clubhouse.

“I know,” I state. “What’s your deal?”

She shrugs a shoulder, her eyes searching mine, her lips pushed out into a pout. I’m not quite sure what the fuck she’s got going on inside her head, but I don’t think I want to ask, either.

“Wrath,” she exhales as she sinks down to her knees. I start to tell her to stand the fuck up, but then I feel her fingers on my belt. “I just want you to remember who the fuck I am and how good I can make you feel. I won’t ask you for anything. I won’t demand anything. All I do is give.”

Yeah. She gives me a fucking headache. She also gives her pussy, mouth, and ass, but that’s kind of the deal with living completely fucking rent-free. That’s what she signed up for.

Velvet continues to unbuckle my belt, tugging my zipper down, then my pants, and my underwear. I watch as she wraps her fingers around my cock, trying to stroke me so I’m hard and ready for her.

It’s going to take a little more than a few tugs, though. I’m pretty fucking satisfied right now.

“I thought you didn’t like licking box?” I ask.

She lifts her head, her eyes finding mine. “What?” she asks.

It’s a dick move, I know it is, but for whatever fucking reason, I say it anyway. I don’t know why, maybe because my subconscious wishes it could be with Elodie, in her car, on her way back to her place. So that I can fuck her in her bed, too. Hell, I want to fuck her anywhere and everywhere I can.

“I thought eating out bitches wasn’t your thing.”

“It’s not,” she says.

“Then you might not want to suck my cock, considering it’ll taste like Elodie’s cunt.”

She gasps, but I can’t stop laughing. I should make her suck my dick anyway, but I don’t feel like it. I’ve got other things to do today, and maybe Elodie will suck it later. I don’t think I can just let her walk away from me and not see her again until Monday.

Dare had a point. I don’t think I can handle thinking of another man touching Elodie… ever.

Fuck.

She’s mine.

She became mine sometime between the moment I kissed her and the moment I slid my cock inside her warm, tight cunt. I’m not sure I’ll be able to let her go, either. The thought makes me want to lose my fucking shit.

CHAPTER

TWENTY-THREE

ELODIE

Pacing around my studio, I think about going over to Alex’s to talk to him. He’s not happy with me, not even a little bit. He’s so unhappy that I’m wondering if he’ll even come to work on Monday. I need him to help me.