(LANCE )
The chapel door stayed locked. The rest of the club could wait outside with their guns and their questions. Right now, the only thing that mattered was the woman in my arms.
I had Eliona bent over the war table again, her leather cut open, her bare ass up as I f****d her slow and deep from behind. My c**k slid in and out of her c*m-filled p***y with wet, deliberate strokes while the red emergency lights painted her marked skin in blood and shadow.
“Elena’s childhood scars run deeper than she ever let me see,” I growled, gripping her hips and pulling her back onto me. “She was only nine when our father was gunned down in a club deal gone wrong. She hid in the closet and watched through the slats while the Iron Reapers dragged him out and put two bullets in his head right in our
