I tell Traci to call Free and let him know what happened. Then, I reach into my pocket and text a couple of prospects over. There’s already one outside, so he appears almost instantaneously.

“Holy fuck,” he hisses.

I lift my chin, trying to hold back a smirk. I totally slit this motherfucker’s throat wide open. There’s blood everywhere.

Thankfully, the audience we have are all locals, so nobody bothers me. I, also know none of them will call the cops. My eyes travel over to Esme who is staring at the fuck’s lifeless body with a look of utter shock on her face.

After giving the prospect instructions, I leave him be and skirt around the bar toward Esme. Without a word, I pick her up, cradling her like a baby and carry her out of the main bar area.

I know that Ginger’s office is locked, so I don’t bother even attempting to go inside there. Passing by, I make my way toward the women’s bathroom, storming inside and gently easing Esme down to her feet before I turn around and lock the door.

I expect her to immediately start cleaning her face and neck of blood, but she doesn’t, she turns to face me. Her big dark brown eyes widen even more as she looks at me, looking directly into my eyes. Reaching forward I cup her cheek with my hand, ignoring the drying blood of another man on her face.

“You killed him,” she whispers.

I nod once. “Do you think I’m a monster?” I ask.

She presses her lips together and shakes her head. “You couldn’t be. I’ve seen the devil, Motorhead, I’ve seen the men he surrounds himself with, the true monsters,” she whispers as she lifts her hand and wraps her fingers around my wrist. “You couldn’t be one of them if you tried.”

“I wish I were as good as you think I am, Esme,” I murmur, resting my forehead against hers and closing my eyes.

Her hand releases my wrist. A second later, I feel her fingers wrap around the side of my neck. “You’re better than you think you are. You and your men, here in this club, they’re nothing like that. You’re good, all of you,” she whispers.

“I’ve done bad shit, E,” he grunts.

She snorts, and I lift my head from hers to look down at her smirking bloody face. “We all have. That’s part of life. Are you a bad person who’s done evil shit, or are you a good man who has had to make decisions that are borderline bad?” she asks.

Thinking about her words I shake my head. “Bad shit is bad shit, sweets.”

She shrugs. “Yeah, maybe.”

Releasing her, I step around and make my way to the sink. Gathering a wad of paper towels, I wet them and pump a shit ton of soap on them before I turn back around.

Esme is now facing me, and I begin to clean up her face. We don’t say anything else as I wipe as much blood from her skin as I can.

“You told him I was your woman,” she whispers when I’m almost finished.

I toss the bloodied towels in the trash and lift a shoulder in a shrug. “I did,” I agree.

“Why?”

Her question is simple, and yet the answer is anything but. I want to tell her that I called her that because that’s exactly what she is to me.

I want her to wear my brand.

I want to mark her with my name for the world to see. She owns me, fucking owns every bit of me and I haven’t even been inside of her yet.

She’s so goddamn strong and sexy that all other women have completely melted away from me—they don’t exist anymore.

“You someone else’s?” I ask, grinding my teeth together.

She shakes her head, her wide dark eyes focused on me. I hold my breath when she takes a step closer, our chests almost touching. “I’ve been yours since you rescued me from that cabin,” she whispers.

“Damn fucking right you have,” I growl.

Lifting my hand, I fist the back of her hair and pull her a little closer to me, smashing her chest against mine as I lower my head and press my lips against hers.

Slipping my tongue inside of her mouth, I taste her. She tastes like a mixture of mint and coffee. It’s fucking perfect, just like she is.

Esme lets out a groan and I swallow it, the hand not tangled in her hair grabbing ahold of her ass and pulling it against my hips.

I let out my own moan as my cock hardens and presses against her belly. Her hands fist my cut as she holds on, her tongue sliding against my own with each stroke.

I gently pull away from her, nibbling her bottom lip before I speak. “We don’t stop right now, I’m going to fuck you right here in this bathroom.”

“Promise?” she asks. Her hands shift, and I feel them at the waistband of my jeans.

I close my eyes and let my head fall back. I’ve been dreaming of this moment. I don’t stop her, even though I know that I should. I’ve just killed a man in front of her.

This isn’t right, and I never imagined that I would fuck her for the first time in a bar bathroom. I’m not strong enough to tell her no, not when her hand wraps around my cock.

Watching, I’m unable to look away as she sinks to her knees, giving my dick a squeeze before her tongue touches the head.

I tighten my grip in the back of her hair and urge her to take me inside of her mouth because I’m that much of a fucking asshole.

Esme takes me inside of her mouth, her eyes looking up at me from her knees. I tug her head back and watch as her tongue swirls the head of my cock before she takes me inside of her mouth again.

It’s the most beautiful sight I have ever seen before. I can’t wait to be inside of her, knowing that it will be even more gorgeous.

There’s a knock on the door and Esme tries to pull away from me, but my grip in her hair won’t let her.

“Go away,” I shout.

“Is Esme okay?” Traci’s voice calls out from the other side of the door.

I snort before I answer. “She’s fine.”

I wait for Traci’s footsteps to walk away before I release my hold on Esme’s hair. “Stand up, sweets,” I grunt.

She does, her lips swollen and her face flushed. Goddamn, she’s pretty. I reach out, unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans.

Without a word, she shimmies them and her panties down her thighs before stepping out of them and her shoes.

Reaching down, I wrap my hands around her waist and pick her up. Turning us around, I press her back against the door, and my cock against her slick entrance.

“Motor,” she moans, letting her head fall back and land against the door with a thud.

I align my cock with her center, clenching my jaw at the feel of her pussy as I gently push inside of her. She’s warm and tight, the closest thing to heaven that I’ve ever fucking felt in my entire life. Her nails score my neck as I slowly enter her. I don’t want a fast fuck against this door, I want to make her come, and make her ache.

Once I’m completely inside of her, I let out a groan. I never want to leave here, this is where I belong. “You need to move, please,” Esme whimpers.

Lifting my gaze from our connection I look into her big brown eyes. They’re wild, almost unrecognizable with lust. Pulling out of her gently, I glide back inside, my eyes staying connected to hers as I do. I move a little faster, and harder, slamming her back against the wall as she bites on the corner of her lip.

“More,” she begs.

I fuck her hard, harder than I ever intended, my original plan was to take her slow and easy. However, my little Esme has different plans for me.