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“Never better,” I answered.

That was an understatement. Things were basically the same. I still worked at Waffle House and barely making ends meet. While I had picked up a few new outfits and had a new pair of shoes, I still had difficulty saving money. I continued to focus on Gracie and school and working my ass off for both of us. We still struggled, but my life had changed so much.

I had a life outside work, and Gracie and I were happy. Not to mention the new developments with Koah and how he worked my body in ways I never knew were possible. Things were just better.

I drank two beers; the later it got, the colder it got. I ended up borrowing a hoodie from a friend of Sadie’s. Koah raced three times, winning each race, and I couldn’t take my eyes off him each time. With the glow of his neons against his golden skin and sweat coating his muscles, I was barely hanging on by the time the races ended, and everyone was just hanging out.

My phone vibrated in my pocket, and I pulled it out to see another text from Koah.

Koah: You’re eye fucking me.

Tori: I am.

Koah: You could really be fucking me.

I looked up from my phone to see him grinning in my direction—daring me with his eyes—and I followed his bait. Once everyone pulled away from The Strip and headed to the Sons of Sinister house for the after-party, I was in Sadie’s car following them. Even though I knew it was a bad idea, and there was a chance I could run into Joker, it didn’t matter.

“Are you sure about this?” Sadie asked when we parked in front of their house. “The first time we were here, we were escorted out, and the second time, we got lucky.”

“It’s fine. I promise. You go mingle while I take care of something really quick.”

She sighed. “Fine. Text me if you get into some shit.”

“I will. Promise.”

I entered the front door and slipped through the party with the hood of my jacket pulled low over my face. Searching the room, I bumped into a few people who didn’t notice me until I saw Koah standing across the room, his eyes searching as if he were looking for me. Moving in his direction, I moved past him, sliding my hand into his as I passed.

His large hand tightened around mine as I pulled him through the room and toward his bedroom. Once we cleared the loud area, I heard him chuckle behind me. When we reached his bedroom door, I opened it, pulled him inside, slammed the door behind me, and pushed him against it. Standing on my tiptoes, I kissed him the way I wanted when we were at The Strip eye fucking each other from across the lot.

“It’s about fucking time,” he said against my lips.

Then he overpowered me, turning me, lifting me, and slamming me against the door. It shook in its frame as he attacked my mouth, ripping the hoodie from my head, unzipping it, and tearing it down my arms and from my body.

Within seconds, I was naked, thrusting my hips into his, needing the friction from his jeans while he feasted on my breasts.

“Every man at The Strip was looking at your fucking nipples,” he growled against my skin.

“I bet you hated that,” I teased. “My nipples were so hard, too.”

He pulled back, capturing my throat with his thick fingers. “Fucking tease. Do you like seeing me wild with jealousy?”

I licked my lips, nodding. “I love it.”

He turned, tossing me onto his bed and stalking toward me. His naked chest glowed in the dim light coming from the lamp on the side of his room.

“On your fucking knees. Show me my ass,” he demanded.

God, I loved him like this—fierce and demanding—taking control and pleasuring me like making me come was his favorite thing in the entire world.

I complied, getting onto my knees with my ass facing him. I looked over my shoulder and watched him as he approached. He admired my round ass before softly running his fingers over it.

“You have a beautiful ass, Tori.”

I started to thank him, but before I could get the words out, he reared back and backhanded my ass cheek. I cried out; a blazing sting covered my skin, and I groaned at the sensation.

His heavy-lidded gaze met mine. “This is what happens when you make me jealous,” he said before spanking the opposite ass cheek.

I cried out again before he ran his palm over my hot skin soothingly.

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