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Fuck if that wasn’t dangerous.
But fuck if I cared.
I pushed myself up on shaking arms and turned in time to see him zip his cock back into his pants. I’d barely gotten a glimpse of it, and my mouth watered, suddenly wanting more. But Ink wasn’t staring at me. His jaw was hard, his veins twitching.
I wondered if this was the part where he began to regret what we’d done. If he wasn’t already.
That didn’t sting, though. It should have, but I was still riding the high of my own bliss that I let it roll off my shoulders.
I was a big fucking girl. I knew this was a one-time thing. And I wasn’t going to regret this, just like I wasn’t going to let what had transpired here come between my relationship with Ink.
He was my boss. That was it.
Even if a part of me wanted something more.
Chapter Eleven
Ink
Idippedmycockinto an employee. Even worse, I’d spent myself inside her like a goddamn teen. But did I care about all that? No. Xiomara Nava made me lose my good sense in the best possible fucking way.
I knew why that was. I knew why I couldn’t get her out of my head ever since I’d met her. It was the same reason she invaded my every fucking thought since the moment I’d walked into my own damn shop to see her holding a bat, covered in blood like some type of avenging goddess with dead men at her feet.
Los Diablos lived a life of fast, dangerous debauchery. We couldn’t afford to second guess ourselves. When we saw something we wanted, we fucking took it. We stole it. No questions asked.
I didn’t have the right to cum inside her, but the moment she stripped herself bare for me and begged me to fuck her hard and fast, I knew she was meant to be mine. I no longer gave a fuck that she was an employee and that I was breaking my own frigid rules by getting involved with her.
I wanted Xiomara, and I’d have her. So I’d marked her. If that made me a neanderthal, so be it. But my cum had dripped from her pretty little cunt, which made her mine. And when we walked out of the clubhouse and she went and flirted with my club brothers like I knew she would, I only kept my anger in check because I knew her pussy was dripping wet with a piece of me.
The next day at work, she barely spoke to me. I could tell she’d erected a wall between us, even after I’d fucked her into my mattress. She’d gone back to giving me the cold shoulder, and I hadn’t spoken to her either.
The day started off slow, but eventually customers filed in to create appointments. I was sanitizing the back when I first heard it.
Xiomara’s laughter.
The sound was like a fucking punch to the gut, something that immediately irritated me when it was followed by a man’s laughter. I let out a curse that had Fer side-eyeing me from her station. I ignored her and stormed to the front only to find some dickhead with his palms againstmydesk leaning inmywoman’s direction.
The smile he gave her was flirtatious, and the one she gave him back was equally so.
As if sensing my presence behind her, she turned, and her smile dropped. “Ink,” she greeted in a droll tone. As if I hadn’t made her scream my fucking name the day before. As if she hadn’t orgasmed all over me. As if she hadn’t begged “Dámelo”as I speared her with my cock or marked her with my seed.
My glare went to the man there. He was still staring at Xiomara.
As if he had a fucking chance.
“What do you want?” My barked question finally had his attention turning to me. He wasn’t someone I’d ever tatted before, but there were always referrals coming through my shop doors. Friends of people I’d worked on in the past.
“I’m here to set an appointment.”
My brows kicked up. “Really? Because it looks like you’re flirting with my woman.”
He seemed to visibly pale at my words, eyes darting down to my cut. He knew what the fucking patch meant. He knew the weight my fucking club had.
Which meant he knew I was capable of ripping his guts out through his asshole.
“Get the fuck out of my shop.”
He turned tail and ran like a little fucking bitch. When he was gone, I faced Xiomara’s glare head-on.
