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“Are you trying to tell me if I went just a little lower, I wouldn’t find your pretty pink pussy dripping for me? I wouldn’t find your little clit swollen and needy?”

“No,” I lie, still not willing to give in.

“Goddamn, you’re stubborn,” he growls, and then he’s off the bed. Thankfully, it’s only for a second before he’s pouncing on top of me, totally naked. He spreads my legs with his knees and drags his thick length up my center.

I throw a fist in the air. “I win!”

He dips down to bite my nipple before giving it a rough tug. “If things go as planned, you’ll be winning all night.”

Lifting onto his knees and gripping the backs of my thighs, he pushes inside me in one fluid thrust. I gasp at the intensity of the intrusion from this angle; it’s overwhelming in the best possible way.

“Play with your pussy while I fuck you,” he says, and I snake my hands between my legs, shocked at how wet and swollen I am. “You’re mine, Navy.”

It’s true. I feel thoroughly owned and possessed by this man. It should make me feel weak to need him the way I do, but I know I would’ve been okay without him. Life before Rigger didn’t break me; it only made me fight harder.

My goals have changed since the first night I walked into the Honey Pot, but the result is the same. All I want is to be happy, and being here with the only man I’ve ever loved makes me happier than I could have imagined.

Rigger drops my thighs and leans over me, holding his weight on his elbows as his strokes become long and languid. With a tilt of his hips, he bumps against a spot inside me that makes my toes curls and my back arch. Over and over, he repeats this motion, bringing me higher and higher until I lose myself completely.

“Shit,” I curse, clamping down on his rigid length as I fall over the edge. Tingles of pleasure erupt through my body, making my head feel light and my vision blur.

“That’s it. Give it all to me.” He picks up his pace, his body becoming rigid, his cock swelling impossibly bigger inside me. Before I have a chance to recover, he’s pulling out, sitting back on his haunches, and stroking himself vigorously. My eyes latch onto his weeping tip as spurts of cum shoot onto my breasts and stomach. With a heaving chest, he squeezes out every drop before he releases himself. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I forgot a condom.”

He wasn’t the only one. I was so wrapped up in him I wasn’t thinking about anything or anyone else.

“It’s okay,” I say.

“No, it’s not. I promised I’d take care of you, and I’m fucking it up already.”

“You didn’t. You pulled out. But even if you hadn’t, Rigger, I was right here with you, not stuck in my nightmares.” I sit up and bring him to me for a kiss.

“You have no idea how happy you make me.” He slips a hand between us and rubs his cum into my skin.

“What are you doing?”

“I like the way you look covered in me.” Suddenly, I understand. It’s another way he’s claiming me. I relax back onto the bed, allowing him to settle the demons in his mind. When he smears it lower over my pussy and then pushes a finger inside, I let him, wanting him to own that part of me too. “Just give me this, okay?”

“I get it,” I say. And I do. To anyone else, it might seem animalistic and crude, but as I watch him concentrate on pushing his cum inside me, I feel the moment the last tie I had to Ray is broken. Now I’ll be Rigger’s forever.

We’ll never be a conventional or normal couple, but that was never an option for either of us. We’ve made it to the other side and come out on top, and I’m not sure I’d change a damn thing.

CHAPTERTHIRTY-ONE

RIGGER

“So, Manuel is prepared to buy out Leo and Robert’s loan?” Cy asks.

“Every penny.” I glance at Lucky, who was with me when I met with the arms dealer. It was a tense meeting, but after showing him our operation and the books, he agreed it was a solid investment.

“And he knows we’re not offering anything but interest on the loan? I don’t want to use the Honey Pot to wash any of their cash or have them knocking on the door for free services.” Cy puffs on his cigar.

“He’s clear on the terms.”

“I guess we should take a vote then.” Cy looks to me to start.

“Aye,” I say, hoping this is the right move.

Lucky, Riot, Mustang, Golden, and Dutch give their support, but when we get to Satyr, there’s a pause.

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