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The gate slid open, and I strolled through on my heeled boots that hugged my calves and stopped just below my knees. He licked his lips, apparently thinking he was getting his fondest wish. “Open the gates,” I demanded, trying to sound tougher than I was.
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“Because I could fuck you all night long, sweet thing.” He swaggered closer, his hand tucked into his belt. I’d always been pretty, but the last few years I’d gained some womanly curves and my face had matured. A Prospect approached the gates, his face lighting up when he saw me. Not much had changed since I was last here. I looked through the gates at the Dixie Reapers MC compound. The car that had delivered me to my destination took off down the road like the hounds of hell were after it. No one’s going to come between us, especially not the man who gave his daughter to me – not even if he has the entire cartel army on his ass. Now that she’s worked her way deep inside, I’ll rain down hell on anyone who tries to keep us apart. Because what she doesn’t know is that she’s done the impossible…she’s claimed the heart of a man who didn’t think he had one. I’ll take her any way I can, as often as I can, and when I’m done, she’ll never again think of walking out the door. She’s mine, and I’m going to remind her of that. There may be about thirty years between us, but fuck if I care what people think. I remembered a stunning young woman, but it’s a siren who walks back through my door, all luscious and curvy.
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She wears my brand, and I know it’s only a matter of time before she comes home. He’ll be my first, my last, my only…because I’m his, and he’s never going to let me forget it.įor years, I’ve kept my distance, watching over the girl I claimed as my own. It never occurred to me he’d kiss me so deeply, so passionately that I’d be begging for more. I expected yelling, maybe some public humiliation. It was only supposed to be a short separation, but three years have passed. Now I’m back, ready to face whatever fate awaits me. I was supposed to return after I graduated, but instead I ran. I was seventeen when my daddy gave me to Torch, who inked me, kissed me, then watched me walk away.