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“So good,” I breathed.

“Because you’re mine.”

He pulled nearly out and drove back in. The cry that left me was pure pleasure, and the next thrust was harder. Then he caught my wrists in one hand, being careful not to touch my bruise or scrape, and pinned them above my head, the other arm hooked under my thigh, opening me so every stroke went deep.

“Look at you taking me.” His voice was a rough rasp. “My sweet baby doll.”

He shifted my leg higher, and the angle changed. The next stroke hit the place that made me see stars. I grabbed his forearm when he released my wrists to keep him there.

“That’s my girl.” His thumb pressed my clit, and he held the rhythm, murmuring filthy praise in my ear. “Take it. Let me hear you.”

“Harder,” I pleaded.

The controlled man he showed the rest of the world was completely gone as he pounded into me. I made him lose control, and the knowledge made me bolder.

I locked my legs around him as far as the angle allowed and pulled him in. “Give me more.”

He picked up the pace and swiveled his hips, hitting the spot that sent me over the edge. I came with his name torn from my lips, my body clamping down around him while he kept driving through it.

“That’s it. Let me feel what belongs to me.”

He finally buried himself balls deep and came with a rough sound against my throat, his arms locked so his weight did not crush me.

When he eased out, I made a small sound of protest. He carefully shifted onto his side and took my wrist before I had finished catching my breath. His thumb moved over the faint bruise.

“I’m still fine, same as I was when you checked in the kitchen.”

He pressed a kiss into the center of my palm. “I’ll check as often as I want.”

I rolled my eyes as I cuddled into his chest. Being fussed over by the sniper who the Black Crowns trusted as their VP was apparently one of my weaknesses.

16

HAWKEYE

Early the following morning, Josie was dressed and drinking coffee in the passenger seat while I drove us toward Black Castle. The faint bruise around her wrist kept pulling my gaze from the road, although watching her cross one shapely leg over the other in a bright yellow skirt created a considerably different distraction. My body remembered her wrapped around me the night before, flushed and begging while I drove into her, and my cock thickened beneath my jeans despite the armed raid waiting at the end of the drive.

Surveillance had confirmed that the estate-company yard was nearly empty. Tippon and the man running the burglary crew had cleared out before dawn, leaving two armed guards and enough property inside the buildings to suggest the evacuation had been rushed. The yard still had blind corners, layered approaches, and several structures we had not entered, so Josie stayed inside Black Castle with Cipher while the brothers took it apart.

I brought her into my office, where the auction-house cross-reference and controlled copies of her source sheets were already waiting on one end of the conference table. Cipher sat behind a laptop near the wall screens, monitoring the estate yard, nearby traffic cameras, and the crews moving into position. Josie set her bag beside the papers, then turned toward me as I closed my hands around her waist.

“Glaring at my bruise isn’t going to make it go away any faster,” she observed, her amber-brown eyes warming with amusement.

“Don’t ever expect me to be rational when it comes to someone hurting you, baby doll.” I drew her close enough that her breasts pressed against my chest, then lowered my mouth to hers. “When I get back, I’m taking you home and putting you back in my bed. Consider that the rest of today’s schedule.”

Her cheeks flushed peach as her fingers curled into my shirt. “That sounds very official.”

“Nothing fucking official about what I’m planning to do to you.”

I kissed her until her lips were swollen and the memory of her pussy tightening around me threatened to make the raid late. Cipher cleared his throat behind us. I released Josie reluctantly and brushed my thumb beneath her eyes before stalking out of the room.

The brothers were gathered in the operations bay when I walked in, already armed and wearing their cuts over dark shirts and jeans. Black Castle surveillance had cleared the place as mostly empty, but the Black Crowns take the property as club business. Any recovered items would be handed off to Black Castle Security.

Stryker stood beside the property map while live feeds showed the yard’s front gate, dispatch building, storage sheds, and rear vehicle lane. But he stepped aside when I approached the table. This was my operation to run.

“The rear lane is the only place a vehicle can leave without crossing open ground,” I explained, tracing the narrow route along the edge of the property. “We seal it before anyone moves. Skyfall and Breach take the dispatch building from the east wall, Trigger and Smoke clear both storage sheds, and nobody crosses the center lane until I call it. The guard near the office has been carrying a rifle. The second keeps moving between the sheds and rear gate.”

I handed out further assignments until the plan was as solid as stone.