that moment. So sweet it hurt. Then I slid my hand up into her hair, digging deep until the band holding it popped. Tinker’s eyes were wild, and I deliberately ground my hips into her, ass clenching as I imagined thrusting deep and hard.
“There’s a lot of ground to cover, so I’m gonna give you the short version for now,” I said, catching and holding her gaze prisoner, sure as I held her body. “I haven’t been free since I got here. Now I am, which means I’m taking what’s mine.”
Tinker swallowed. My cock hurt. Blood pounded through me, and I decided what she really needed was something bigger to swallow. Christ.
“What do you mean, you’re taking . . . ?” she asked, her voice thready and strained.
“I’m taking you,” I said, nudging her legs apart with one knee. Now I felt her heat, and my hips swiveled again, starting a slow rhythm, mimicking what I’d be doing to her soon. Leaning down, I rubbed my nose slowly along her cheekbone. “You’re mine now.”
Tinker stiffened, and I tightened my hand in her hair. She needed to know who was boss. That I was in charge.
That I’d take care of her.
She swallowed again and I groaned, hips surging against her. This was better and worse than I’d imagined, because I was supposed to explain but I couldn’t think. Maybe I should just fuck her and explain later. Maybe I’d be able to think by then. Kicking her legs wider, I angled my pelvis into hers, pinning her hard against the door, starting a slow grind that simultaneously hurt and felt better than anything I’d ever experienced before in my life.
Tinker gasped, and I knew I’d won. She might be pissed as hell later, but right now the woman wanted me as much as I wanted her. That was a damned good thing, because by the time she knew the whole truth, she’d probably come after me with her daddy’s shotgun.
I closed my eyes for an instant, trying to slow down. Remember what I’d come here to tell her. Shitty to be me, because my brain had ceased to function. Now it was all about my cock pushing against her pussy and the feel of her heat through the layers of clothing between us.
“A lot’s gone down, but right now the critical information is that you belong to me,” I told her, my voice rough. “You’re my property. You don’t understand what that means, and that’s okay. I’ll teach you. But when you look back at this moment, I want you to remember there was a before I claimed you and an after. Now it’s after. You got me?”
She didn’t—I read the confusion in her face, and if I’d been a decent man I’d have let her go. Then she swallowed again, and all I could think about was shoving my dick down her throat. My pulse pounded as my slow grind grew more ragged. I had no fucking idea how I’d managed to keep my hands off her this long, but those days were done.
I’d lost my self-control and I wouldn’t be getting it back.
“What about your girlfriend?” Tinker asked suddenly, eyes narrowing. There was a spark of jealousy there, and savage triumph roared through me. She didn’t like me fucking Talia. This was good. Sure, we’d probably have a few fights over it, but the best part of fighting is the makeup sex.
“First, Talia has never been my girlfriend—that bitch is nothing,” I told her. Tinker frowned skeptically. I reached down, catching one of her legs and lifting it to wrap around my waist. Now my cock hit her pussy at a new angle, and if we’d been naked I’d have already been inside her. “My club sent me here to study the Nighthawks, and she was the easiest way to get inside. Fucking her was like fucking a praying mantis. She’s gone, or she will be soon. Either way, I’m done with her.”
Tinker shook her head, raising her hands to push against my chest. Like she had a shot in hell of getting away. I caught her hands, pinning them over her head, because I was in charge here, not her. Then I leaned forward, our lips so close I felt the heat coming off her.
“I’ve been watching you twitch that ass of yours for too long,” I whispered. “You sit out on that pretty little porch of yours with your friend. You pretend you aren’t scoping me out,