(LANCE)
The war room was thick with tension and the scent of gun oil. I didn’t care. I pulled Eliona onto the war table in front of every patched brother still alive, shoved her leather cut open, and buried my face between her thighs. My tongue devoured her c*m-filled p***y while the club watched their President worship his Old Lady on sacred ground.
She moaned loudly, fingers gripping my hair as I sucked her c**t hard and pushed three fingers deep inside her. While I ate her like a starving man, I spoke the truths that would decide whether we lived or died.
“Ghost — the President of the Phantom Riders — just made his offer,” I growled against her soaked folds, licking her deep before continuing. “He wants the ports, the trucking routes, and you. Not to kill you. To break you. He lost h
