Kissing her neck, Weasel didn’t hold back as he kissed her neck. He didn’t stop—couldn’t. Sinking his teeth into her flesh, he heard her gasp, seconds later her head fell back against his shoulder as she tried to move closer to him. She didn’t fight when he ran his hand down her body, cupping first her tit and then down toward her pussy. He loosened the button of her jeans and slid the zipper down. He shoved his fingers inside of her pants and found her slit.

“You’re so wet, baby,” he said.

“Please, Weasel. I need you.”

For the past three years he had been struggling to breathe. Every moment he tried to move on, to forget about this woman had been a total failure. There was no one else he ever wanted. She was it. The woman he could never have. Or so he’d thought.

Vengeance would kill him the moment he found out. Right now, he couldn’t think about that. Didn’t want to think of the risks he was taking, not just to himself but also to the club. Steel had done the same thing with his old lady.

Putting all of that out of his mind, he focused on the woman in his arms. She was panting his name, begging for more. He couldn’t deny her. Couldn’t deny what they both needed?

“Do you want me to fuck you?” he asked.

“Yes. I want it. I want you. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.” Sliding his fingers across her clit, he felt her shudder, heard her moaning. He spun her around so she had her back to him now. Pressing his cock against her ass, he sucked on her pulse, needing her more than anything.

“The moment I do this, you become mine,” he said. “My dick in your pussy, everyone else ceases to exist for you.”

“They already do, Weasel. I want you. You want me. We can’t keep fighting.”

He slid his fingers down to her opening and plunged two fingers inside. She cried out, pushing herself onto his fingers. Wanting him, needing him. He felt her cunt tighten around him even as another wave of her cream washed over his digits. She was so fucking responsive.

“We’re not going to fight.” He released her, turned her around again, and pressed his slick fingers into his mouth. “Get undressed.”

She didn’t hesitate. Her clothes ended up as a pile on the floor. Weasel did the same, removing his leather cut, his shirt, and then his jeans. He all but kicked his boots off. They both stood naked. He wrapped his fingers around his length. The tip already leaking copious amounts of pre-cum. He ran his hand down the entire length, coating himself.

When Renee licked her lips, Weasel struggled to contain his groan. “On your knees,” he said.

She sank to her knees, and he stepped forward. Sinking his hands into her hair, he wrapped the length around his fist.

“Open.”

Renee opened her mouth, and he slid the tip of his cock inside. She closed her lips around him along with her eyes. Sinking inside her mouth, he took a second to bask at the feel of her lips finally around him. This was better than anything he’d ever imagined. So many times he’d fantasized about having her mouth wrapped around his dick. The reality was by far better than any fantasy.

Pumping his hips, he went a little deeper. He didn’t want to scare her and took his time, letting her get accustomed to his length, his width. He wasn’t a tiny man, and the last thing he wanted to do was hurt her. Renee belonged to him.

“Your mouth feels so good,” he said. Using his control on her head, he guided her movements, making her take more of him, going just a little deeper, a little harder until he hit the back of her throat. “I don’t want to finish in your mouth.”

She released his cock, and he pulled her up, pressing her against the wall. He cupped her face and slammed his lips down on hers. Plunging his tongue into her mouth, he deepened the kiss, wanting more than anything to brand her.

“Are you going to fuck me, Weasel? Or are you going to make me beg for it?” she asked when he broke away from the kiss.

“Oh, baby, I’m going to make you beg for it. You can guarantee I’m going to make you crawl on your hands and knees to get what you want, but right now, I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to fuck you so damn hard you can’t even remember anyone else.” He let go of her face, grabbed her thighs, and lifted her up.

She circled her legs around his waist, holding on. He reached between them, grabbing his cock and aligning it to her entrance. There was no way that there was going to be a condom between them. He wanted to feel her tight cunt wrapped around his dick with no barriers between them. To feel every single pulse as she came when screaming his name. His name echoing off the walls.

He was determined to do that.

Pausing at her entrance, Weasel stared into her eyes. The moment he did this. There really was no turning back. She would belong to him in every single sense of the word. He’d fight Vengeance for her, and his club. He would do whatever it took to make sure she belonged to him.

Neither of them spoke.

The only sounds were of their heavy panting. His cock was desperate and so was he.

He pressed forward so that only an inch of his cock was inside her. That was all it took. Gripping her hips, he slammed to the hilt within her. Renee arched her back, thrusting onto his cock and yelled his name.

It was done.

He was inside her, and she now belonged to him. The feel of her pussy was everything he’d been waiting for. They were destined to be together. He’d known it but never acted on it.

That had been his biggest mistake, and it was one he wasn’t going to repeat.

There was no turning back.

Their fates had been sealed.