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“Memorize this.” I punch it in and make her watch. “Don’t give it to anyone. Don’t let anyone see you enter it. Not Kynlee, not Justin, not anyone.”

She nods. “Do you think your father did this?”

“I don’t know. But whoever was in this room likely lives here. Which means if it was my father, he’s got other friends here. My father wouldn’t have been able to sneak in here and fuck Tracy himself.”

She wraps her arms around her waist and looks at our bed. The sheets have been changed and the bed is made, but she’s staring at it like she’s replaying what she’d walked in on.

“Hey.” I turn her face to me. “Don’t, baby.”

She leans into my chest, and I hold her there. Her mind and body are exhausted from everything that’s happened. I haven’t slept all night, and I’m going to spend today with her, giving her whatever she needs.

But something in the way she’s holding onto me feels off. She believes me about Tracy. I know that. There’s something else on my girl’s mind, and I need her to tell me what it fucking is.

CHAPTER 36

SAYLOR

The hot water already does wonders to ease the tension out of my body. I need it to burn the last twelve hours off my skin. I’ve been worked up ever since I found Tracy in our room, and the drug-induced nightmares didn’t help. I can’t fully remember what I dreamed about, and I don’t think I want to.

Axl insisted on running us a bath in our large garden tub to help me relax, and I didn’t argue. He’s behind me with his chest against my back and his legs on either side of mine. His fingers trace lines across my skin. I almost hate how much I need his touch. He makes me crave his tenderness as much as his dominance. I need him to care, and I need him to own me. I always need both.

But I don’t deserve either. I called him a liar, and I believed Tracy over the man who has never lied to me.

His thumb brushes the underside of my breast, and my nipple hardens against the piercing. It’s still tender, and the sting mixes with arousal that makes me press my thighs together under the water.

“When are you going to get it through your head that you’re fucking mine?” he says against my ear. “How many times do I have to mark you?”

“Maybe you haven’t done a good enough job yet.” I know he’s not going to let me get by with being a brat, and I want him to make me regret it.

His hand slides up, and his fingers close around my throat, squeezing softly. “Careful, little heathen. You’ve had a long night and I’m feeling generous. Don’t fuck that up.”

I tilt my head back against his shoulder and look up at him. His jaw is tight, and his eyes are dark. I can feel his hard dick against my back.

“I want you,” I tell him. I need him more than I ever have before. I need my mind and body to settle, and he’s the only one who makes me feel at ease.

His grip on my throat tightens. “Then fucking show me how bad you want me, baby.”

I shift in the water until I’m facing him, my knees on either side of his hips. Water spills over the edge of the tub and neither of us gives a shit. His cock is hard between us, and I reach down and wrap my hand around it, stroking him once. The piercings press against my palm, and I watch his jaw flex.

His eyes drop to where my hand is under the water and then back to my face. “You think you’re in charge right now?”

He lets me stroke him one more time. Then his hand shoots out of the water and grabs my wrist. He reaches over the edge of the tub with his other hand, and I hear the clink of his belt sliding off the tile where his pants are piled.

“Hands behind your back.”

My pulse jumps and my pussy throbs. “Axl,” I moan.

He spins me by my wrist and pulls both arms behind me. The leather wraps around my wrists twice in the water, and he cinches it just tight enough that I can’t move them but it doesn’t cut into my skin.

He turns me back to face him and grabs my hips, pulling me onto his lap. I straddle him and his cock presses against my cunt. I can’t use my hands. I can’t brace myself. I’m completely at his mercy in the water, and the loss of control makes me so fucking wet and needy for him.

“There’s my girl.” He grips my hip with one hand and reaches between us with the other. He drags the head of his cock over my pussy, teasing my clit with his piercings. My hips buck and I gasp. “You want this dick, little heathen? You’re going to have to beg me for it.”

“Please.” It comes out before I can stop it.

“Already?” His mouth tips into a smirk. “You must really fucking need me to fuck you.”

“Yes.” I don’t have any pride left, and I don’t want it. “I need you. Please, Axl.”