I abandoned my boots at the side of the bed and ignored the stickiness between my thighs as I tiptoed across the hard, wooden floors. The ground was shockingly cold compared to the cocoon of dense heat I had been sleeping in, and I felt goose bumps run up my calves as I stopped to pick up the outfit of clothes I had already laid out so I wouldn’t be rushed into any outfit like I had been yesterday morning. I also became aware of the fact that I had left my stripped clothes in a pile on the floor of the pool room, and had already accepted that the club girls would have claimed them for their own.

I held back my sigh, sneaking into the bathroom and putting my clothes on the toilet. I wanted to lock the door, but I couldn’t risk making a sound. Wolf may sleep like the dead, and any attempt to wake him was more or less futile, but I had a feeling fate wouldn’t be kind enough to let me rely on that fact. If I were to lock the door, I’d bet it’d be the one time Wolf was sleeping light enough to hear it. Not to mention, the reason he slept as soundly he did usually was because his blood toxicity levels were through the roof, and since he didn’t even drink a drop of whiskey before passing out last night, I couldn’t rule out the possibility that he was naturally a light sleeper.

So, I gave up on the lock but thanked God that the walls were soundproofed as I turned on the shower.

I opened the shower door to step in but paused as I caught my reflection in the mirror. My eyes went straight to the mark on my shoulder. Deep red teeth imprints stood out against my pale skin like a prostitute in a nunnery as my skin purpled beneath each mark, the color almost as dark as my tattoo’s ink. That wasn’t all. Small but faint bruises wrapped around my thighs in the shape of big, muscular hands that had held my legs around his waist, stopping me from falling off the bed while he had pounded into me over and over again.

I quickly looked away, ignoring the hot flush that channeled through my body, and stepped under the shower’s warm spray, loving the way the heat bled into my aching muscles.

I stood there for a long time, my eyes looking down as if pondering what bottle of shampoo to use despite there only being one, while my mind crawled inside my skull.

I shouldn’t have done that. The voice in my mind said it with a resignation that allowed me to accept that what we just did had been long since overdue. Ever since I had met Wolf, we were like two freight trains on the same track; we only had so much track between us, and at last, we finally collided.

It had been a hot and wonderful disaster, as I knew it would be. The sex was amazing; my tired and worn muscles were the epitome of our clash in the sheets. I wasn’t a virgin, but sex with Wolf was a whole new shade of color. The man had reached me where no other man had been capable of touching before. He’d built me up to a new height, and the ride back down was a roller coaster.

Now I was stepping off the ride and bathing in the aftermath of our lust.

My hand reached down to smooth over my now clean thighs, the traces of Wolf having been washed down the drain.

He had fucked me bare.

If the breach of our relationship had knocked me off balance, this floored me. Wolf would be the last person to fuck anybody bare. Not if it meant risking everything on the 0.01 percent chance that my birth control pill would fail.

My arm reached up, as did my other, and they wrapped around my chest, hugging myself as if to comfort me from the sudden loss of stability.

I stood there a moment longer, my forlorn feelings turning into annoyance at myself for acting like some pathetic girl. Wolf fucked me. So what? That didn’t mean anything had to change. I was strong. Fucking a man once, no matter how great the sex was, wasn’t something that should concern me.

Riled up at myself, I reached for his shampoo and squeezed a dollop—perhaps a little too big—into my hands before rubbing it into my hair. I was midway through rinsing it when hands came around my hips.

I let out a sharp gasp, turning on the huge man as he dropped his head beneath the shower’s spray. His dark brown hair, peppered with gray and white streaks, soaked up the water, darkening the color. The strands stuck to his chiseled face as it turned up toward the showerhead. I hated the way my eyes ate him up. I became mesmerized by a tiny drop of water as it rolled down his strong face, then down the edges of his shadowed jaw, following it down his thick neck into the dip of his collarbone. It pooled for a moment and then broke free of the crevice and slid between his crafted pecks, dusted with a dark layer of chest hair and prominent abdominal muscles with a dark trail leading past his pelvis and then down to his...

A growl made my eyes jump back up. His eyes were fixed on my face, his body leaning over my short stature, arms pressed against the wall by my head and behind me as he closed me in. The water from the shower cascaded over his face before it dripped onto my shoulder and across my back, the warm heat now feeling like a scalding burn as it trailed my spine.

I swallowed, my eyes not leaving his dark brown ones as they leaned closer to mine. His face was shadowed from the bright bathroom light, which gave his hard face a deep sharpness.

“What are you doing?” he growled, his voice husky and cracked from sleep.

“I… uh…” I broke my eyes away from his. They went to the small gap between me and the shower door and the door that was key to my escape that lay beyond it. “I was just leaving.”

“I don’t think you were,” Wolf growled, his body closing in on my tiny bubble of space. I stepped to the side, attempting to duck under his arm in the gap, but he saw it coming and stepped in my way before I could take a single step. When I went to the other side, he did the same thing, each time his body moving closer and closer. My space diminished, and I felt my back hit the wet, cold tiles of the wall. I let out a gasp at the cold touch.

Wolf took advantage of my surprise and pushed his body up against mine. He held me against the wall as his hot shaft pressed against the base of my stomach. His eyes narrowed on my body, but having me trapped made the rest of him relax as his hands came down from the wall, reaching to the sides of my face. The room was filled only with the monotonous sounds of the shower hitting the floor, the both of us now moved out of the way of its spray. My body broke out in goose bumps, and the heat of his hands felt as if they were burning through my skin as they moved down my jaw, my neck, and my shoulders, his eyes tracing the path.

He paused over the bite indentations on my skin, his fingers running over them softly before moving them away. His head came down and his mouth fixed over the marks, making me whimper as his tongue traced each ridge with its tip.

Heat burst up from my core, lighting my body with a feverish quiver that made me feel as if Wolf had only been buried between my legs moments ago. “Wolf,” I breathed, my hand reaching for his hip as I steadied myself against the bathroom wall. When his teeth raked over the mark, my thighs clamped closed, trapping his long shaft between them.

A reverberating growl came from the depth of his chest, so dark and deep and rough in a way I’d never heard it ever before that my body tensed at the sound. His mouth abandoned my neck, his eyes taking on a feral sharpness as they locked onto mine. He kept his focus on me as he slowly pulled his hips back, his dick pulling away from between my soft thighs until only the tip was pressed between them.

A long, hard groan came from his lips as he slowly pushed it back in.

The small action made me feel hot and dirty as he pulled out of my thighs again before thrusting back in. My damp thighs were coated with a second layer of wetness, and Wolf growled his appreciation as he slid his dick out and in as far as he could before his tip came out the other side, just brushing against the globes of my ass. My eyes settled on the few inches that my thighs didn’t cover, and I couldn’t resist as my hands went down between us, reaching for him.

“No touching.” Wolf’s sharp voice had my hands freezing. I looked up to where his arms were both pressed tightly against the seemingly small shower cube, his hands tightly squeezed into hard, white fists. Seeing him on the end of his tether with his dick pressed between my legs spurred me to move. This man was at my mercy, and the idea of it made my body buzz with boldness.

“Fuck your rules,” I purred, my hand reaching down and encircling the remaining length of his dick. He hissed as my fingers wrapped around him, my nails grazing his wide shaft as my small hands just fit around his width.

Wolf’s mouth clamped down shut, his jaw ticking with the tension he was using to keep his teeth pressed together. His whole body flinched as I squeezed, his pupils dilating with pleasure.

“Move,” I demanded, my other hand pushing against his hip.

He growled at me, his eyes flashing with annoyance at my tone, but he was soon lost to his desire as his hips coaxed back out from between my wet thighs and hand. I parted my legs and lifted his dick, repositioning him a few inches higher so my wetness touched his length. I closed my thighs back around him, watching his muscles tense at the pressure before he pushed his hips forward.

His chest vibrated with a deep rumble as he pulled his dick back out and then in again, his body building up a steady pressure. My hand worked the rest of his length at the same time, alternating between squeezing my tights and my hand and watching his strong façade falter just a moment as he teetered on the edge of insanity. Controlling him like this made me go crazy with power. I had this big, almost seven-foot Russian ex-con motorcycle club president literally in the palm of my hands.

He must have seen the look in my eyes because he gave a warning growl, one of many different ones he had mastered, and pushed his hips forward suddenly. His dick pressed up against my folds and my whole body flinched at the sudden blast of pressure through my core.

Wolf didn’t stop there. He pulled back and thrust forward, making sure his dick slid with slick ease through my lips. I moaned, my hand weakening around him as he moved faster. His shaft rubbed along my core; it was like the table had suddenly turned and I found my own hands reaching out to his arms to steady myself against him.

The sound of the shower drowned out my gasps and moans and whimpers as I built higher and higher, and when I thought I couldn’t go much more, Wolf pulled out further, his dick catching my clit as he rammed back in.

My orgasm hit me like a sledgehammer, and I cried out at the burst of pleasure that flooded me. Wolf moved like a powerful, fluid beast as his hands came up under my ass, picking me up off the ground, and pushed his dick straight into my core. With two hard thrusts, heat burst through my abdomen.

Wolf held me tightly as the two of us rode down from our highs, my body quivering against his rock-solid mass before he teetered forward and his head dropped down against my neck.

We both leaned against the wall, panting and quivering in the aftermath of our pleasure for what felt like the longest time before Wolf pulled out, lowered me to my feet, and stepped back underneath the water.

He reached for the shampoo, pouring it into his hands before reaching up and massaging it into his hair. I watched him for a long minute, still resting against the tile walls now, covered in sweat. “What are you doing?”

“Washing my hair,” he said, putting his head underneath the water as all the suds washed away and down the drain. “Come here.” Before I could answer, his hand wrapped around my waist and pulled me forward. Cold soap pressed against my skin as Wolf moved his hands across my body, starting at my shoulders and working his way down. I watched silently as his hands smoothed over every curve as if savoring each one.

His hands slid down between my thighs, and the muscles flinched at his touch. My hand reached to his shoulder to steady myself as he rubbed close to my sensitive center before moving away again. He washed away his cum without blinking as it slid down my leg.

“What are we doing?” I whispered, too tired and raw to beat down my growing concern.

Wolf didn’t flinch as he continued his path down my calf, soothing the soap over my pale skin. “Don’t label it.”

“Three years, Wolf,” I said. “Three years we played this game, and now it’s finally over, so I want to know what it is we’re doing.”

He sighed, placing the soap back on the holder in the shower before rising to stand. His dark brown eyes looked into mine, the height difference between us feeling non-existent as he reached out and smoothed a hand over his mark on my shoulder. “We’re doing what you’ve been running from for three years.”

“Me?” I scoffed. “You were running just as much as I was.”

“You think the reason I didn’t take you was because I was running from you?” Wolf shook his head, the water from his long hair flicking against the shower walls. “I wanted you since the second you walked through those doors demanding I make you my lawyer. And I know you’ve wanted me, too. But you know what else? You were hesitant. Every time I came close, I saw your walls go up. For whatever reason, you thought you couldn’t have me. You’ve got your past; I’ve got mine. Your past taught you not to get close. Mine taught me that you have to hold on to what you got while you got it.” His hand wrapped around the back of my neck, his fingers tightening around the muscles until my head tilted back. He leaned forward, his dark eyes pinning mine. “I waited for you, Anna. But after the other day, the waiting is over. No more running away.” His hand came down and ran a finger through my sore pussy. “This is now mine. You’re going to come around my dick screaming my name every time, and that’s all you’re allowed to do. I’m not going to fuck you with a condom on. I’m clean, and I know you’re on the pill, so bare is the only way you’re allowed to take me. You’re mine now, Anna. And nothing is going to stop me from taking you.”

With that, his mouth crashed down on mine, his force almost overwhelming me as his tongue plundered into my mouth, tasting every inch of me, touching what he could reach as if he had to have every part of me, dragging desires I had tried to suppress to the surface as my body raged with a fire I was beginning to think would never be sated as he showed me everything I could have. Everything I told myself I didn’t want. Everything I fooled myself into believing I didn’t need.

Wolf pulled away, releasing me as he stepped back and out of the shower’s spray, leaving me standing there under the water, my body on fire. His eyes raked down over my quivering body, and with a wide, devilish smile, he opened the shower door.

“No touching the showerhead,” he commanded as he stepped out into the bathroom and shut the shower door behind him.

I stood there for all of a second in shock after he left me there, obviously with the intention of getting me hot for him again and leaving me hanging. My lust turned to annoyance, and a loud voice rose from my chest. “Fuck you!” I seethed, reaching for the showerhead.

I heard his laugh as he shut the bathroom door.

Fat bastard.