Oh. My. God.

Please. No. Just no.

Other women—ones I didn’t know—I may have been able to handle. But my own cousin? I felt my stomach drop.

“I work here. At the bar,” Lexi said as she shook a cigarette from a packet and lit it, inhaling deeply. She smoked? What else didn't I—and Uncle Eric—know about Lexi?

“Lexi. You came.” Razor was grinning like an idiot. Was Razor sweet on Lexi? Was she the girl he referred to?

Jesus. My head was spinning. What the hell was going on?

I swallowed hard. I had to know. I turned to Ryder. If he was fucking me and Lexi at the same time I just couldn’t handle it.

I opened my mouth to speak, but before I could utter a word, Ryder growled. “Princess. My room. Now.”

He grabbed my arm and led me inside the building. I felt everyone’s eyes on my back as I followed Ryder, too stunned to speak. That didn't happen often.

Neither of us said a word. He marched us through the old building, past a bar filled with poker and pool tables. Past a huge kitchen where women were chattering as they dished food into large bowls. Past a large sitting room with a big-screen TV. Until we came to a door that he quickly unlocked.

I glanced at him from under my lashes. His jaw was set and his eyes blazing.

“Listen, Ryder—” I started.

He pushed me inside the room and locked the door. Seconds later I was up against the wall, Ryder’s mouth stealing my breath. He kissed me hard, holding both my wrists in one large hand above my head, squeezing my breast with the palm of the other while jamming his knee against my sex to keep me still.

“Baby. What you do to me . . . and my cock. Fuck,” he hissed.

“Ryder. Wait.” I need answers.

“Why? I know you’re here for me. To be fucked. And I want to. It’s already been too long.”

“Lexi,” I panted, turning my head so he couldn’t access my mouth. “Are you fucking Lexi?” I spat out.

Keeping my wrists pinned to the wall, he gripped my chin in his hand, squeezing my cheeks and turning my face till our eyes met.

“If I have, what’s it to you?” he demanded, his voice hard.

I stared into his eyes, trying to read them, but all I could see was lust and arousal, his pupils were that dilated.

“If you are, I can't . . . I won't . . .”

“Why not?” he growled, his gaze searching my face.

“Because . . . because I want you to be only mine.” I sensed with Ryder there was only one way. Brutal honesty.

“Fuck, Princess. Fuck.” He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth and bit into it.

I whimpered, oscillating between feeling pleasure and pain.

“What?” I murmured against his mouth. He hadn’t answered my question yet.

“That’s exactly what I want to hear.” He kissed me till I was breathless, squeezing my breast hard so that ripples of longing traveled from my nipples to my pussy.

“Those fucking long legs of yours, I want them around my waist.”

He undid the button of my shorts and pushed them down my legs, taking my panties down at the same time. Then he lifted me, pressing my naked ass against the wall.

“Undo me,” he commanded in a husky voice.

My fingers fumbled at his jeans and he cursed because I was taking too long. My hair kept falling in front of my face. He gripped the strands in one hand, resting me on his knee till I freed his cock. Hissing through his teeth, he said two words: “Condom. Pocket.”

I found the condom and ripped the foil between my teeth. I was becoming an expert at this. I rolled it on as he nibbled on my neck. God, my fingers were trembling and his lips on my neck were driving me wild.

“Ahhh, baby,” he hissed as he thrust his cock into me, hard. His hand at the back of my head pulled my hair, opening my neck to him, and also preventing my head from hitting the wall as he rammed into me again and again, sucking and biting along my jawline at the same time.

“Fuck. I need you, Jade. Only you, baby. No other bitch.”

Yes. I guess I got my answer. That was exactly what I’d wanted to hear. My heart swelled in my chest. With my legs wrapped tightly around his hips, Ryder drove into me, again and again, banging me so hard against the wall that I’d have concussion if his hand hadn't protected my head.

“Hold on,” he groaned as he started coming inside me.

Turning around, he laid me on the bed, pulling out and disposing of the condom.

“That feels better. Now, Princess, I need to take care of a few things.”

“What’s that?” I asked, my eyes wide. I had no idea what he meant. He hadn’t let me come; I was still throbbing with need.

He sat on the bed and pulled me into his lap. Before I could cuddle into him, he flipped me around so that I was ass up. Huh?

He caressed my ass cheeks with large circular motions. His voice was soft, yet commanding. “I’m going to spank this beautiful fucking ass of yours. One: for questioning me about Lexi. Two: for wearing these fuck-me shorts. Three: for coming on to Razor when you thought I wasn’t here. And four: for not telling me you’d be here. You will take these like the slut you are, then I will take care of your pussy.”

Next thing, his hand rained down on my ass, spanking the shit out of me. He never hit the same spot twice, and each time his hand connected with my flesh, it sent ripples of pain and pleasure to my core. He’d caress my ass with feather-like strokes between each contact. Sweet Jesus, I never knew getting a spanking could make me even wetter. It was borderline painful, yet it turned me on beyond anything I’d ever imagined.

I bit into my bottom lip, tasting blood as I dug in hard, my hands gripping the bedcovers and twisting them in an attempt not to shout out. The last thing I needed was for the club members to come and investigate. Especially Mia or Lexi.

After the fourth hit, his fingers trailed lower, caressing over my wetness, then plunged inside me. This time I whimpered loudly, unable to stifle my pleasure any longer as he slowly finger-fucked me into ecstasy.

Shifting my weight off his lap, he knelt behind me, my ass still in the air, and admired the red welts that had formed on my ass, hissing between his teeth before lavishing the burning skin with his tongue. His mouth lowered, lapping my juices, circling my clit.

“Ryder,” I gasped as my body trembled and spiraled into an orgasm. His tongue made its way inside me, fucking me as I rode my orgasm, his actions keeping it going for the longest time. I never knew I could orgasm this hard or this long. I had a lot to learn, and Ryder was teaching me just how much pleasure he could elicit from my body.

“Fuck, babe, I love when you say my name when you come. Yeah,” he groaned.

He lay on the bed and pulled me into his arms, stroking my back and ass softly. I lay my head on his chest, listening to his erratic heartbeat, smiling as I realized that I was the one doing this to him.

“Babe, we need to talk about something.”

“What is it, Ryder?” It was kind of weird lying in his arms, talking, and wearing only my top, naked from the waist down. I threw my leg over his in an attempt to hide my bare pussy.

He groaned. “Fuck. You want me riding you again? Rubbing your pussy against my leg is going to get you fucked again. But I want it bare this time.”

Ryder stayed silent for a minute, letting the weight of what he’d just implied sink in.

“You do?” I murmured, not sure exactly what to make of it.

“I want only you, Jade. And I don’t want you fucking anyone else, either. I want us to be exclusive. You’re mine now, babe, and I want to feel you, skin to skin. That OK with you?”

I reached up and stroked his cheek. Here was my big badass biker, so fucking alpha in every way, telling me how, when, and where he was going to fuck me, asking if I was OK. Feelings of warmth surged through my heart. I couldn’t be happier than in this moment.