Property of Drex (Death Chasers MC 2)

My breath leaves in a rush as he thrusts in deep, and a guttural sound of relief leaves his lips as he buries his face against my neck.

“You can’t leave now,” he murmurs against my neck, as his hips rock once and he pushes in deeper. “You had your chance.”

I’m not sure what chance I had. Even though he said he’d let me go, we both know he actually wouldn’t. And I’m glad.

My legs find the ability to move up him, and my heels dig into the firm flesh of his ass, prompting him to move.

“I don’t want to leave, Drex. But I do want you to fuck me,” I say against his shoulder before biting the skin ever so lightly.

He pulls out and slams into me, forcing me to cry out, because damn, it feels so good. He shifts up onto one hand, and he slides his other hand down to my hip, curling his fingers around it until he has enough grip on me to lift me at an angle and put me right where he wants me.

Our eyes lock as he fucks me like he’s trying to forever leave his mark. When my second orgasm begins to build and my muscles start to tense, he grunts and thrusts forward, spilling inside me, and I bite back a curse when he leaves me right on the crest.

He grins down at me when I try to force him to keep moving, and he shakes his head.

“Don’t worry, Eve,” he says, leaning down to brush his lips against mine. “I’m not done for the night.”

That doesn’t stop me from feeling annoyed in this moment or from whimpering when he pulls out. But when he kisses me, I forget all about the frustration, and melt against him as he reaches around me and unclasps my bra.

“I want you naked the rest of the day,” he says against my lips.

“I’m good with that plan as long as you stay naked too.”

He chuckles softly while pulling back and taking my bra off completely, tossing it aside like it’s trash that needs to be taken out. That hollow void slowly starts to ebb.

I’ve just signed myself over to Drex indefinitely, and it feels like I finally made the right decision for the first time in my life.

Chapter 31

DREX

“Well, I for one am happy you two reconciled,” Drake says idly while riding his wheelchair around behind me.

“Good. We only did it to please you,” I tell him as my eyes roll.

“Figured as much,” he quips as he follows me.

As soon as his wheelchair clears the path, I shut the door behind us and turn to face the group of guys already assembled in the meeting room.

“Where are we on the fed business and Ben?” I ask them.

All eyes move from me to Drake, and Drake growls at them like he’s a dog or some shit.

“I know you fucks aren’t even thinking about keeping me out of the loop. That bastard almost paralyzed me. I want revenge worse than any of you. Keep staring like that, and your next tattoo will make Drex’s cocksucker daisy seem like a prize.”

Axle’s eyebrows go up as his lips twitch, and I cover my smile with my hand. Never thought I’d fucking be smiling about that damn tattoo. Asshole.

“Right,” Rush says, shifting into business mode. “Did some digging and came up with zero ties to all of our associates and Ben, with one exception—your girl. Obviously it’s not her,” he says, adding that last part quickly when my eyes narrow on him. “Based on the level of intelligence it would take to stay this far off grid, I’ve definitely narrowed down the suspect pool. We have a lot of fucking idiots on the payroll who couldn’t have pulled this off, so—”

“Don’t rule anyone out,” Snake growls, staring straight ahead at nothing as he cracks his knuckles. Everyone turns to face him as his jaw hardens. “Just because they play stupid, it doesn’t mean they are. Sarah was just a stripper in the beginning before she went to work at the salon. She was just someone with some nifty computer skills on the side, remember? A manicurist by day, fucking assassin by night. So don’t rule anyone out. Especially not her.”

His jaw grinds, and my eyebrows knit together.

“You were defending her when all this came out,” Rush tells him.

“Yeah. Then I realized how fucking stupid she’s made me look for months. She acted like I was the one who taught her how to shoot a fucking gun. Missed most of her targets when we went to the range… Bottom line, check into her. She sold her own father out to the feds. I’ve heard all the talk. He wants revenge. If she did it to him, what the fuck do you think she’d do to us?”