She glanced back at me over her shoulder as she did exactly as I’d told her to.

  I took the bows at her hips and pulled them loose. The flimsy fabric slid to the floor, leaving her completely bare.

  “Open your legs a little,” I said, unable to take my eyes off the wet pussy lips I could see from back here.

  Waiting another second seemed impossible. I swung the belt and watched in fascination as it slapped against her ass, causing it to jiggle.

  “AH!” she cried out.

  The red mark that was already forming was so damn pretty.

  With another flick of my wrist, I brought the leather down on the other side. Fuck, I loved watching that. The pained noise she made only made my cock throb harder. The inside of her thighs were glistening; she was so wet.

  “Your pussy is soaked, Baby Doll. I can even smell it. You’re supposed to be my good girl, but only bad girls want to be spanked.”

  She turned her head to look back at me over her shoulder. “I’ve been very bad. I need it harder.”

  “You’ve got my cock so fucking swollen; it’s about to bust out of these damn jeans,” I growled as I unzipped my pants and shoved them down, freeing my raging hard-on.

  I swatted her ass again with the belt and slowly stroked my dick while she squirmed, shaking her plump red bottom at me. She was pushing my control. I felt it slipping with each crack of the leather against her flesh. The more she begged for it, the less control I had.

  “OH GOD!” she wailed as her knees buckled after the eighth hit she’d taken, and I could see the squirt of juices running down her thighs.

  The belt fell from my hand, and I sank to my knees, then buried my face between her legs, lapping up the wetness.

  “Kye,” she moaned loudly, and more of her sweetness gushed against my tongue.

  The scent and taste were driving me insane. I couldn’t get enough. Grabbing her thighs, I shoved them open and ate her like a crazed man. The sounds of pleasure she was making drove me harder.

  I licked up all of it. Cleaning it off her thighs, then running my tongue back until I went between her asscheeks. The red welts I’d left on her perfect skin made me want to pound my chest. I lapped at them like a damn animal while my cock pulsed to the point that I knew I was about to fucking explode.

  I jumped to my feet and placed a hand on her back to keep her bent over while I pumped my dick, slick from all the pre-cum, as I stared down at the marks I’d made on her.

  “My Baby Doll,” I grunted. “My sweet ass. All red and swollen because she begged to be spanked like a bad girl.” My mouth fell open as the first shot of white cream hit the crack of her ass. Then, the next landed on one of the red stripes on her skin. A low groan tore from my chest as I unloaded, coating her turned-up bottom with my cum until I was empty.

  I ran my fingers over the mess I’d made, wanting to rub it all over—between her legs, shove it inside her pussy, between her lips. “So fucking sexy, Baby Doll.”

  She pushed up slowly and almost lost her balance. I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her back against me.

  “Are you sore?” I asked before biting her earlobe.

  “Yes,” she replied with a smile in her voice. “You spanked me hard.”

  “Mmm,” I replied as my dick twitched against her lower back. “If you talk about it, I’ll end up fucking you before I can get you in a warm bath and take care of that tender bottom.”

  She laid her head back on my chest and smiled up at me. “The harder you spanked, the harder it made me come.”

  I ran my hands up her stomach and squeezed her tits. “You want fucked, don’t you?”

  “Please,” she purred.

  “It’s not enough to have my cum all over your ass. You want it in your pussy too.”

  She turned around in my arms and wrapped her arms around my neck. “If you fill my pussy, then I’ll let you shoot it down my throat next.”

  I inhaled sharply as my cock sprang back to life. “That’s the best deal I’ve ever been given, Baby Doll.”

  She giggled as I carried her into the living room for round two.

  Everyone was already in Blaise’s office when I arrived.

  “Taking your time these days,” Gage drawled.

  “I had to go get Jag some gas drops before I left,” I explained.

  Gage just smirked and shook his head before taking a drink from the whiskey glass in is hand.

  “You haven’t slept at the house in over two months,” Levi pointed out. “I thought Trinity mentioned you were moving back in, bringing Jag with you, a few weeks back over breakfast. But that never happened.”

  I walked over and sat on the sofa beside Sax. “Change of plans,” I replied.

  Why were they all up in my fucking business? Didn’t they have their own lives to run?

  “He started fucking his best friend,” Gage said, then chuckled into his glass.

  “No shit!” Trev said, grinning at me. “How did I miss this?”

  “Can I have your room at the house?” Mattia asked.

  “NO!” Huck and Levi said in unison.

  Mattia frowned. “What the hell did I do to the two of you?”

  Huck took the cigar out of his mouth. “The parties. Can’t have that shit in the house anymore.”

  “I can have parties at the shop,” Mattia said, sounding hopeful.

  Huck shook his head again. “No.”

  Mattia sighed. “Man, I am over Six and Bart fighting all the damn time. I need out of there.”

  “Those two fuckers still fighting over Rose?” Gage asked.

  Mattia nodded. “It’s wearing me out. Rose is a bitch.”

  Blaise cleared his throat. “Unless y’all have more personal drama to discuss, I’d like to handle the current situation so I can get back to my wife.”

  Everyone went silent and turned their attention to Blaise, except Trev.

  He was perched on the corner of Blaise’s desk, grinning, looking down at his glass as he swirled the amber liquid around in it. “And Mattia thought he had problems now.”

  The glint in Trev’s eye as he looked up and glanced from Mattia to me didn’t sit well. What the fuck was he talking about?

  “Get in a fucking seat,” Blaise growled at him.

  Trev seemed amused as he stood and walked over to sit in the only empty chair left in the room.

  “I met with Liam today,” Blaise said, looking grim. “Two of his girls and a member of The Risers were found dead last night. They’d gotten their hands on a lethal mix. Still not positive where the drugs originated from, but Liam, Tex, and Levi have gone over the security footage in the club. We know who was in contact with them before they went back to the motel, where they were found this morning.” Blaise leaned back in his chair, then looked at me. “From what I’ve been told, you are Winter’s favorite.”

  Fuck. I did not need this right now.

  “She’s got a lot of favorites,” I replied.

  Blaise shook his head. “No, apparently, just you, according to the girls closest to her and her phone records,” he told me. “Winter was caught on a security camera getting into Liano Morts’s vehicle three nights ago. Liano is the head of the Vagos. The fact that a Riser is one of the dead, we believe that this was a direct attack on them. The girls were just caught in the cross fire. That,” Blaise said, then shifted his gaze to Mattia, “or they were both girls the two of you have shared, and Winter was happy to get rid of them.”

  “Damn,” Mattia muttered. His eyes met mine. “I told you she was psycho.”

  “I’ve not been with her in months,” I told Blaise.

  He shrugged. “Maybe so, but she is still texting you. You’re not responding, but she’s not stopped.”

  “Which of the girls were found dead?” Mattia asked.

  Blaise glanced over at Levi.

  “Starla and Tatiana,” Levi replied.

  “Fuck,” Mattia swore.

  We had shared both more than once, but I’d been with Starla a few times alone. I felt sick to my stomach. If Blaise was right and Winter had had something to do with their deaths, then she was as insane as Mattia had claimed.

  “How secure is the house you are in with Genesis and Jagger?” Blaise asked, causing my blood to run cold.

  I shot up off the sofa. “Why?” I asked, wanting to bolt from the room and get back to the house.

  “Easy,” Blaise said, holding up his hand. “Six and Bart are both stationed outside the house until you return. I wouldn’t have called you here without making sure your family was protected.”

  Although it eased my fear, I still wanted to leave. I needed to be there with them.

  “Six and Bart can handle a crazy-ass bitch—and Vagos for that matter,” Gage stated. “They’re fine.”

  I pulled my phone out of my pocket to check the security footage inside the house. When the screen appeared, showing Genesis on the floor in the living room, tickling Jagger’s feet and laughing as he smiled up at her, my chest eased some.

  “I take it, all is well?” Blaise said. “Are the windows bulletproof?”

  I nodded. “Yeah, all the ones in the front and the windows in each bedroom. Dad had them installed when Mom moved me in there as a baby.”

  “When was the system on the house updated?”

  “Two years ago,” I replied. “I had it handled before Genesis began renting it for the summers.”

  Blaise seemed appeased by that information.

  “They could just move into Kye’s room at the house,” Huck said. “At least until this is handled.”

  As much as I wanted Genesis all to myself, I also wanted her and Jagger safe.

  “I don’t want to scare Genesis,” I explained. “But I’ll figure out a way to convince her to without letting her know the situation.”

  Gage let out a bark of laughter. “Fuck, that’s a terrible idea. Have you not paid attention to any of our mistakes?”

  Blaise shot Gage a warning glare, then turned back to me. “This is what we are going to do …”

  Thirty-One

  Genesis

  When I got home from taking Dad to his doctor’s appointment, the sight of another strange car in the driveway concerned me. Kye would have texted me if we had company, so I was curious to see who was here with him and Jagger. The doorknob turned without me needing a key, and that was unlike Kye—at least when he had Jagger here with him.

  “RUN, GENESIS!” Kye shouted from inside, and I shoved the door open in a panic to see Kye standing on the other side of the living room with a gun pointed at a man I didn’t recognize while the man pointed a gun at Kye.

  I didn’t notice anyone else until Winter stepped from the other corner of the room, dressed as trashy as she had been the last time she was here.

  “Get out of here!” Kye yelled at me.

  I took in the situation and made a quick scan of the room to make sure Jagger wasn’t in here.

  “Oh, look, just who I wanted to see,” Winter said, placing a hand on her hip and glaring at me. “What he sees in you, I have no idea.”

  She swung her gaze to Kye, who had his eyes locked on the man with a gun pointed at him. My heart was pounding so hard that I could hear it in my ears.

  Winter slowly walked toward me with a smirk.

  “Get away from her, Winter,” Kye warned her.

  She paused and glanced back at him, then laughed. “You should have learned your lesson about threatening me,” she told him. “I don’t take it well.” Then, she turned back to me.

  I forced myself to breathe evenly and focus on her movements. I could do this. I wasn’t scared of her.

  “Please, Baby Doll. Please, run out of that door. I swear I’ve got this,” Kye pleaded with me.

  “I can’t leave you,” I told him, not taking my eyes off Winter.

  “Aww, how sweet. Stupid but sweet,” Winter said.

  When she was close enough, she reached out and tugged on my hair. “Is this real?” she asked, then jerked harder.

  I slapped her face as hard as I could, and she stumbled back. The taunting gleam that had been in her eyes morphed into something much more sinister.

  “Bitch!” she said through her teeth as she reached for something at her side.

  The glint of shiny metal caught my eye just as she grabbed my arm and spun me so my back was to her chest. I only had a second to think before she moved the knife in her hand toward me. Shutting out everything else, I recalled every lesson I had learned and took her arm, then jerked my body forward as hard as I could. Winter flipped over me and landed on her back with a loud thud. Still holding her arm, I twisted it while she cried out, and then I straddled her body before slamming my fist into her face five times in the angle I’d been taught until she went limp beneath me.

  Before I could look up to check on Kye, there was a crash as others came into the house behind me. Snatching the knife that now lay on the floor beside Winter’s unconscious body, I jumped up and spun around to see Gage staring at me with his eyes wide and a guy who I hadn’t officially met, but recognized from seeing his face in the media. The younger Hughes son, Trev.

  Trev was grinning.

  Still holding the knife, ready to cut someone, I turned to see the man who had been holding a gun on Kye splayed out on the floor as blood pooled around him. My eyes snapped up to Kye just as he reached me. His gaze was searching my face.

  “Fucking hell, Baby Doll,” he gasped, taking the knife from my hand before pulling me against him.

  “Did she just kick the bitch’s ass?” Gage asked from behind me.

  “I think she did,” Trev said with awe in his voice.

  Kye pulled back and grabbed my face in both his hands. “You weren’t supposed to be back yet.”

  I wanted to laugh at that. My heart was still racing, and there was a man bleeding out on our rug.

  “Jagger!” I said, suddenly panicked.

  Kye shook his head. “He’s not here. Trinity has him.”

  Although I was flooded with relief, I was confused. “What? Why?”

  “Because we set these two bastards up,” Gage supplied.

  Kye pressed a kiss to my lips and let out a weary sigh. “I think I just died three damn times in less than five minutes. You were not supposed to be here. Fuck, if anything had happened to you …”

  “But it didn’t because she’s fucking Harley Quinn,” Trev said with a surprised-sounding laugh.

  “I was thinking she was more like Natasha Romanoff,” Gage drawled.

  Kye shot them an annoyed glare, then turned his eyes back to me. “What the hell was that?” he asked.

  “Might want to tie the bitch up and gag her while she’s unconscious,” Gage suggested. “It’ll just be easier and less dramatic.”

  “Trev, can you handle it?” Kye asked, moving me away from Winter’s body. “How did you know how to do that?” he asked me again.

  “Self-defense classes. A year ago, girls were getting raped late at night near campus. I figured I’d make sure I could protect myself,” I explained.

  Kye narrowed his eyes. “Why the fuck did I not know about the rapes? You never told me.”

  “Because you would have worried about me, and there was nothing you could do. Besides, if I’d been attacked, I would have been ready.”

  Kye pulled me against his chest. “I would have come to Savannah, found the fucker, and killed him. The rapes would have ended.”

  I wrapped my arms around him. The sight of that man holding a gun to his head was going to haunt me for a while. I closed my eyes tightly, thankful he was safe. That Jagger wasn’t here. Sure, there was a dead man in our living room, but I was okay with that. Other than we would need a new rug.

  “We should teach her to shoot. Take her to jobs with us. No one would see her coming. It would be deadly as fuck,” Gage drawled.

  Kye’s arms tightened around me. “Shut the fuck up, Gage,” he snarled.

  Gage laughed loudly. “Damn, this is fun. I can’t fucking wait to watch the security feed so I can see her kick the bitch’s ass.”

  Just as he said it, a phone started to ring.

  Gage reached into his pocket and pulled it out. “Boss,” he said in greeting. He flashed me an amused grin. “Yeah. Okay.” Then, he ended the call and nodded to the dead man. “Six and Mattia are headed to clean up the mess. Red’s coming to haul him out. We need to get back to the house. Blaise is meeting us there,” Gage informed them.

  Trev stood back up just as Winter began to make a groaning sound. “Just in time,” he said, grinning like he found this all amusing.

  “Boss said to bring badass here back to the house too,” Gage said with a wink.

  Kye let out a heavy sigh. “Can I have a minute? I’m still fucking running on adrenaline and terror. Just let me hold her, and you two stop talking.”

  Gage shrugged, then turned to Trev. “She’s awake. Get her on her feet. We have to go pick up Huck and make the delivery before we get to go eat.”

  Winter staggered, then began to struggle against Trev’s hold on her.

  “Easy there, or I’ll let our very own Black Widow knock you out again,” he warned her.

  Kye held me as the other three left the house out the back door. I stared over his shoulder at the dead man.

  “What was all this?” I asked him now that we were finally alone.

  Kye ran his hands over my hair and kissed my forehead. “A setup. We needed proof that Winter had been involved in some lethal, laced drugs getting into the club. We also needed to know who she was connected with that was supplying them. Blaise decided since Winter was hung up on me, I would be the bait. You were supposed to be gone for another hour. I was going to track you on your phone, but then things went sour—and fast.” He shook his head. “They weren’t supposed to show up here. I told her to meet me at the motel we … well, hooked up at in the past. Problem was, I had gone to threaten her after she came here the first time, so she didn’t believe I wanted a booty call. They showed up here instead. I knew Levi had my security cameras on the screen, watching them in case anything went wrong, and they saw them show up here. You just arrived a few minutes too soon.”