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His rough shout breaks through the lust-drenched air the instant before he shoots inside me, his seed so thick and so copious that my arousal spikes all over again. He grunts, digging his fingers into my thighs as he rides out the final pulses.
With a curse and a satisfied groan, he rolls off me. His breath saws through the air, and sweat glistens on his chest and shoulders.
“Goddamn.” He pulls me against him and runs his hand over my bottom. “My amazing, beautiful girl. You belong to me. Body and soul. No fucking way is anyone or anything taking you from me.”
The possessive words course through me like light. I’ve never belonged to anyone before. No one has ever wanted tokeepme the way he does. It’s not like being controlled or owned—although in the right circumstances, I could get on board with that every now and then. He would keep me safe no matter what we do.
But this kind of belonging is different.
Belonging to Dane means appreciating all aspects of who I am. It means realizing I have the strength and support to go after my dreams—whatever they may be. It means not being afraid, or at least not letting fear get in the way. It means knowing he’ll be there to catch me whenever I stumble or fall.
Belonging to Dane Armstrong means being wholly, unreservedly free.
ChapterTen
Dane
I closethe hotel room door and put the coffee tray and bag of muffins on the table. The shower is running, and fragrant steam seeps out from the bathroom. Images of Hannah’s wet, naked body, lathered all up with foamy soap, flash into my head.
With a groan, I pick up one of the coffees and force myself to cross the room.
Tempted as I am to join her in the shower, I know I got too rough last night. It was like a hundred chains had snapped, sending me into a blinding frenzy of lust. I couldn’t get enough of her. And still I want more of her, all of her, every inch of her skin and cell of her body and brain.
But apparently, I have a scrap of “gentleman” left because I leave her alone.
For now.
I sit down and thumb my phone. After Hannah fell asleep last night, I gathered as much intel as I could on Zodiac and that asshole Eddie.
Turns out he has a rep not only for dealing drugs but also for treating the club’s strippers like his own personal slaves. He pays them crap and loans them money, which makes them indebted to him.
Then he forces them to work—both as strippers and prostitutes—to pay off their debt. But he charges so much interest that the women never make enough to put a dent in the principal. They’re trapped. Not unlike Hannah’s mother.
Eddie runs a hell of a racket. According to another contact, he’s also getting in with a Mexican drug cartel to expand his territory.
Not for long, motherfucker. I’m coming for you.
This time, I’m not lying to myself.
“Oh, yum.” Hannah’s voice drifts to me on a wave of good-smelling air. “Thanks for picking this up.”
She comes into the room, her gorgeous body clad in a thin cotton robe that clings to her damp skin in places. Her hair falls in tangled, wet strands to her shoulders, and her face is flushed pink from the steam.
Heat jolts straight to my dick. I watch as she adds cream and sugar to her coffee, then takes a blueberry muffin out of the bag. Her tits sway, and her hard nipples poke against her robe.
My mouth waters.
She’s so fucking beautiful. I didn’t know women like her existed before now. She’s made up of all the best things in the universe. Loyalty, strength, conviction, hope.
Love.
Her words still echo through me, like they’re embedded in my bones. Though I’ve loved her since I saw her photo, I never once imagined she’d return the feeling. What does a girl like her need with a scarred, weary bounty hunter who has nothing to offer?
“Hey.” She approaches and settles herself on my lap in a bundle of warmth and softness. “What’s wrong? Why are you so serious?”
“Just figuring out my next steps.” I stroke her round hip and breathe in her scent. “Which include eating you right up.”
She smiles. “It’s my honey and shea butter body scrub.”
