And yes, the answer to your question is that I am definitely f.u.c.king insane. But betrayal and evil ways aside, Liam was hot-his body called to mine in a way that I couldn't seem to fight. I'd love to say that it disgusted me to see how our fighting turned him on, but that would be pretty d.a.m.ned hypocritical.

It turned me on, too.

Something about how he overpowered me, the way he didn't handle me like I was fragile. Liam wasn't scared to touch me, unlike every other man I'd ever known. His fingers came down over my corset and unhooked it quickly. My b.o.o.bs spilled out, and he took one in each hand, squeezing them softly, pinching at the nipples. Sensation raced through me and I squirmed. Then he pushed them together, gaze utterly focused.

"I'd love to f.u.c.k your t.i.ts."

I gasped and he gave a harsh laugh.

"Christ, Em, if that scares you, you definitely don't want to know all the other sick s.h.i.t I have running through my head. What I'd do with these, if I owned you ..."

His voice trailed off as he scooted down my body. Then his lips caught my nipple and sucked it in deep. I felt his hand trail down my side, and it slid between us to tug down my jeans.

I was still wet from my dream, not to mention when he'd touched me before. His finger penetrated me smoothly and I moaned. s.h.i.t. How did he do that?

This was what people meant by chemistry.

d.a.m.n.

Why the h.e.l.l had I wasted any time chasing after Painter?

Because Painter isn't a f.u.c.king kidnapper? the sensible part of my brain pointed out. A second finger slid in and then his thumb started circling my c.l.i.t. I moaned again, twisting underneath him. He pulled away from my nipple and laid his cheek down between them, giving a low laugh.

"How much do you hate me right now, Emmy girl?" he asked, his voice a whispered taunt.

I didn't dignify it with a reply.

His fingers curled up inside me, pressing against my inner wall as his thumb slid slowly back and forth. I shuddered and my hips bucked. That tight tension that builds up to an o.r.g.a.s.m crept through me, his power over me a tangible thing.

s.h.i.t, I wanted his c.o.c.k inside.

"You hate me enough that you want me to stop? Because I'll stop, Em. Just say the word."

He stopped moving, and my hips pressed up at him, begging for more. G.o.d. There's something wrong with me. Liam laughed again, then started licking his way down my stomach.

"How's that, baby?" he asked, thumb starting to work my c.l.i.t again. "Feel good being turned on by a Devil's Jack?"

It felt f.u.c.king fantastic, but I'd be d.a.m.ned if I'd acknowledge the point. Apparently I didn't need to, because he slid lower, tugging down my jeans and panties enough for his mouth to reach my cleft. He breathed softly on it for a second, then flicked his tongue over my most sensitive spot.

I squealed, my hips bucking. Liam laughed again.

"Tell you what," he said. "You say the word, I'll pull off those pants and throw your legs over my shoulders, show you just how much you've been missing."

I stayed silent. He licked me again, pausing to tug on my c.l.i.t with gentle suction.

"I hate you," I said, but it came out as less of a declaration and more of a plea.

"Everyone hates me. But not everyone tastes as good as you, sweetheart. What'll it be? We doing this or not?"

I wanted to tell him to f.u.c.k off. But a traitorous little voice in my head pointed out that the damage was already done ... Why not enjoy it? I'd already made a fool of myself and nothing would change that.

"No s.e.x," I said.

"Define 's.e.x,' " he replied, kissing my mound almost tenderly.

"No sticking your p.e.n.i.s inside me."

"I can work with that."

Seconds later my pants were gone. Liam's lips covered my p.u.s.s.y and then I lost track of time. I'd had one other guy go down on me and I'd enjoyed it, but it was nothing compared to this devil's tongue. He alternated between my c.l.i.t and my lower lips, fingers deep inside me, playing me until I couldn't even breathe, let alone talk. The first o.r.g.a.s.m hit me hard and I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from screaming.

That's where I expected it to end, but he just kept going until I couldn't tell how much time had pa.s.sed or even remember how many times I came. Heaven and h.e.l.l, all rolled together and tied with a bow.

Make that a handcuff.

Then he pulled away with a groan to kneel over me, eyes feral with hunger.

"Roll over."

HUNTER.

Em surrounded me ... Her taste, her smell, those little noises she made when she came. All of it washed through me, driving me crazy. I've never wanted anything more in my entire life than I wanted to shove my c.o.c.k deep into her c.u.n.t. Ride her. Own her.

I couldn't do it, though.

Not that I had any illusions-if I survived this little adventure, she'd never talk to me again. But I'd be d.a.m.ned if her first shot at real s.e.x would come handcuffed to a bed in the middle of a club standoff.

But I'm no saint.

Staring down at Em's heart-shaped a.s.s, I knew I'd be pretty happy up inside there, too. Also not gonna happen. Those cheeks, though ... I could make them work for me. I grabbed her hips and pulled her up onto her knees. She wavered unsteadily, so I grabbed a pillow and shoved it under her stomach. Then I ran my c.o.c.k along the crack of her rear, savoring the heat.

"No," she said quickly, her voice panicked.

"Relax, babe," I said. "No d.i.c.k inside, remember? I promised."

She stayed tense, though, as I pushed her a.s.s cheeks together, cradling my c.o.c.k between them. When she tensed her muscles, they got even tighter, so I wasn't about to complain.

Slowly I started sliding my c.o.c.k in and out, precome seeping from the head and smoothing my way perfectly.

"That feels incredible," I muttered. She gave a little grunt, like she'd protest if she had the energy. Fortunately, I'd pretty much wiped her out already.

I picked up speed with each stroke, her tight heat making my d.i.c.k impossibly harder. I stopped thinking, eyes focused on that Chinese squirrel symbol. f.u.c.kin' crazy girl. I felt my b.a.l.l.s tighten and knew I was close.

s.h.i.t, this was like every p.o.r.n fantasy I'd ever had coming true.

Well, not quite true. Ideally I'd be inside her, but honestly ... Her a.s.s cheeks cradling my c.o.c.k felt better than any p.u.s.s.y I'd ever f.u.c.ked. I guess that's what happens when you find the perfect woman.

"s.h.i.t, babe," I whispered. It pulled inside me, the terrible desire. Her slick heat surrounded me, her legs quivering beneath me. I felt all powerful and consumed with need.

Then it hit.

My head exploded into lights as my c.o.c.k blew out. I let her cheeks go and watched in utter fascination as my come covered her tattoo.

Christ, Em was a good lay.

I stayed there, running my hands up and down along her sides, soothing her for long moments. I heard a sniffle, and wondered if she was crying. Probably.

Then it was time.

I pulled away from her slowly, carefully, treasuring the sight of her lying there. I stood back and pulled on my jeans. Then I dug through the pocket to find my cell phone.

d.a.m.n ...

I don't know what was worse-what I was about to do, or how much I was looking forward to it. I turned it on and opened the camera app, coming up behind her and taking three great shots of her j.i.z.z-soaked a.s.s.

"What're you doing?" she murmured softly, stretching. I took action shots the whole time, wishing she'd roll over so I could get those t.i.ts.

"Saving the moment," I told her absently. "Want something to show the boys back home. You look like a f.u.c.kin' p.o.r.n star. Think Daddy'll want one of these?"

She tried to sit up but the cuffs caught her. Instead she fell heavily to the side-facing me, thank f.u.c.k-and I started taking pics of her t.i.ts and that sweet p.u.s.s.y I could just see peeking out between her legs.

Her eyes met mine, full of sudden, horrific comprehension. This has to happen, I reminded myself.

Em screamed in wordless rage. Then she raised her legs and kicked the wall, the force of her anger driving the bed a good six inches across the floor. A mirror mounted over the dresser fell to the floor with the crash of shattering gla.s.s.

"You c.o.c.ksucking b.a.s.t.a.r.d!" she shrieked.

I took one last shot, then turned off my camera. That should do it.

"Consider this a lesson why you shouldn't trust strangers you meet on the Internet," I told her, offering a nasty smile. "I'm gonna go get something to clean up the gla.s.s. Be a good girl while I'm gone-unless you want another lesson? I can do worse than pictures, you know."

I opened the door and stepped out quietly. She screamed at me again, the sound tearing through me as I jogged down the stairs.

Skid looked up from the couch and c.o.c.ked a brow.

"Do I wanna know?" he asked.

I shook my head.

"Naw, just took your advice," I replied. "I hurt her bad. Should be enough to do the trick."

"Right thing to do, brother."

I shrugged.

"Guess so. f.u.c.kin' sucks."

"Yeah, that's why I don't usually follow my own advice," Skid muttered. "Glad you did it, though. Frees her up to find someone else. Get her out of this game."

"Every once in a while, I wonder what life would be like outside the club," I admitted, rubbing a hand through my hair. "You know, if we didn't have all this s.h.i.t to deal with? If we could just live like normal people."

"Never gonna happen, so might as well forget it," Skid replied. "h.e.l.l, you'd be bored off your a.s.s. Can you imagine holding down a regular job? f.u.c.k, what would you even do? I know you're f.u.c.kin' great at hunting people down, taking them out-"

"Don't say s.h.i.t like that, bro."

Skid laughed.

"My bad. You're f.u.c.kin' great at whatever it is you do for Burke," he said. "Probably fetching coffee, delivering flowers. s.h.i.t like that. But a regular job? You'd be f.u.c.ked, man. It is what it is."

"Sometimes I hate this."

"Yeah, me, too. But you know what? Sometimes it f.u.c.kin' kicks a.s.s, so let's focus on getting through the next day or two. Then we'll head back home and get you laid. She's not the only p.u.s.s.y in the world."

"Don't talk about her like that."

Skid snorted.

"f.u.c.kin' p.u.s.s.y."

"I said don't talk about her like that."

"I was talkin' about you, a.s.shole. Biggest d.a.m.ned p.u.s.s.y in the house."

This time I decided tackling him was worth the effort.

EM.

I refused to speak when Hunter finally returned, focusing my gaze exactly two inches above his right shoulder. After a few minutes of one-sided conversation, he gave a frustrated sigh and walked me over to Sophie's room.

She'd been cuffed to a bed just like me, and even in sleep she looked as rough as I felt. s.h.i.t. I hoped to h.e.l.l Skid hadn't decided to teach her the same kind of "lesson" Liam gave me.

"You okay?" I asked, sitting down on the side of the bed. She opened her eyes slowly, face twisting.