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wouldn't be tempted to touch me. “I don't want Jezebel. I want Sarah.”

I swallowed hard.

Patrick named me Jezebel right before offering me up to one of the cops that pulled us over. It was the same night they killed my friend after I regained consciousness and realized I lost my voice. It was the first time I'd ever had sex. I was fifteen.

A wave of self consciousness crushed me like a vice. I was twenty-three years old now and Sarah was still a virgin. It suddenly felt like what we were about to do carried much more weight. I almost felt shy because of it. Wreck wasn’t my customer. I didn't have to do anything I didn't want to.

Now that I could choose, did I really want to do this?

I took a long moment to myself and weeded through all the conflicting thoughts and emotions. Wreck was a good man and for some crazy reason he actually cared about me. I'd never met anyone like him and I probably never would.

Was this what love was?

The realization nearly made me laugh. I smiled wide and snorted air out in lieu of a laugh. Oh my God. I had fallen in love. Real love. And I was too stupid or blind to notice.

“Yes, I know. With you I'll always be Sarah,” I signed in reply. That sense of warmth radiated from my heart like a newborn star. I let my fingers drag lightly down his face, almost as if to convince the rest of me that he was real, that whatever this was was also real. It took seeing how he looked at me to feel like I deserved this.

Why couldn't I dare to dream? Why couldn't I have my own knight in shining armor, even if that armor was just a leather vest with the words Devil Kings printed across it.

“Will you be my Stewart?” I batted my eyes innocently.

“Fuck no!” Wreck roared, his beard bristling with laughter as he swept me up in a big hug. There was also some dark comfort in knowing that my biker warrior could kick the crap out of anyone else's prince charming. “Now where were we?”

I felt a calming sense of ease in having finally made my decision, the first one that was truly mine since I was fifteen. I was never going to be a good girl. That simply wasn't how my story was going to end. I chose Wreck, and everything he was and was going to do.

And to hell with whatever may come of it.

“I believe you were going to fuck my brains out,” I mouthed the words, getting closer and closer until my lips brushed against his.

It took him a second to piece together my words whispered noiselessly across his skin, but when he did his lips creased and I could more feel than hear a guttural moan like the flaring of a great hearth deep within his chest. The chains holding him back from me all this time had shattered. He pressed forward and kissed me with wild, unfettered passion. A thrilling spark ran through me knowing I'd unleashed him.

I'd also unleashed myself.

We tore at each other’s clothes in fits between labored breathing reprieves from kissing. The cool air nipped against my suddenly bare thighs, and licked up the front of my panties. He smoothly unclasped my bra, sliding the straps off my shoulders and leaving me naked to the waist except for my scarf. Wreck drank in my shock-induced smile as he crouched to one knee and wrapped his arms around me. His muscles flexed as his strong arms sat me down onto the table. The watery-blue tinted tattoos on his bare arms and chest rippled with promises of how he would take me.

“Put that back on,” I signed, pointing to his leather vest.

“You sure?” he asked, hoisting up the heavy leather in one arm, his bicep bulging.

“We are who we are,” I replied with a soft smile. “You accept me for what I've become—”

“And you accept me for what I will always choose to be...” Wreck grunted solemnly to himself then looked at me and snorted. “We really are perfect for each other.”

“Two broken, discarded toys,” I signed, breaking into a breathy laugh.

“My batteries are full.” Wreck flashed me a grin as he slid on his vest. “I can go all night.”

“My Energizer bunny,” I signed, then curled my fingers at him, beckoning him closer. I leaned forward but he palmed my stomach and pushed me back. Knowing he was in control and that I was along for the ride triggered a shiver through my whole body which was immediately quenched by smoldering heat radiating deep from my core. The warmth turned into an inferno when I felt his lips, then teeth dragging across my ribs. My ragged exhale was a poor substitution for the moan that ripped through me.

Then his mouth went lower.

“I've been dreaming about eating your wet pussy,” Wreck said, looking back up at me with a devil in his eyes. He knelt fully in front of me then took down my panties.

My legs felt like they might collapse. In all my years under Patrick’s forced service never once had a man gone down on me. Up until this very moment it never even crossed my mind that that sort of thing ever happened for women. I always thought that head was a guy thing. A one way street.

Oh, how wrong I was.

Hot and flexible, his tongue slowly explored my pussy. Running circles around my clit before focusing on it, his pulsing pressure surged through me in waves until my body wriggled against him. His hands squeezed my ass and pulled my pussy even closer to him and the hint of teeth on my lower lips made my vision blur.

God I couldn’t take much more of this!

“I’m willing to bet you’ve never had this before.” His voice was poured caramel and I could feel his smile because we both knew what he was doing

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