Dara: Where's my son?
Kade: Bode's got him. He's out cold.
Cal's cheek is smushed into Bode's shoulder, and one little hand hangs open in the air.
Kade: Back room. Door stays open, and nobody gets to him.
He's asleep. That's the only reason I'm still standing in this hallway instead of clawing at the lock.
Kade: Rhys. Stay right there. She's got something to say to you.
Rhys: Do I want to hear it?
Kade: You're gonna hear it anyway.
Kade: Tell him what you are now.
Dara: I'm yours.
Kade: That's not what I asked. Tell him what you do at night.
Dara: Don't.
Kade: You want to keep that kid? Then say it with your whole chest.
Kade: She's on her knees at night, calling me Daddy. Say it.
Dara: I'll be on my knees at night, and I'll call you Daddy.
My face is on fire and my hands are shaking, and my pussy doesn't care about either one.
Rhys: That's the price, huh. Okay.
Kade: That's the price. Get out.
Rhys doesn't look at me again, and some stupid part of me wants him to.
Kade: Cal's asleep. That's the only reason you said yes.
Dara: Yes.
His fingers dig in until the skin goes white, and I know there'll be marks on me tomorrow.
Dara: And if I run?
Kade: I drag you back by the hair myself, then I make a phone call.
Kade: Arlen gets Cal by Friday, and you go in a unit with the door down.
I believe him. Every single word.
Dara: You're a bastard.
Kade: Yeah.
He shoves me into the wall hard enough that my shoulder pops, and then he just stands there, waiting.
So I do the stupid thing, and I get both hands in his vest and pull.
Dara: Fuck you.
Kade: Say please.
He kisses me back like he's got a grudge, and then his hands find my collar.
The hoodie rips right down the front, and the sound of it goes through me.
Kade: I'll buy you another one.
Dara: You fucking better.
He gets his thigh between mine and grinds up, and the denim drags right over my clit.
Kade: Ask me for it.
Dara: Please.
He gets his jeans open and pushes into me right there against the wall, one hand flat beside my head.
It's too fast and too deep, and my pussy takes him anyway.
Kade: Fuck. That's it.
My heels come up off the floor and I'm clawing at his shoulders.
He fucks me hard enough that the wall thumps, and I don't care who hears it.
Kade: Come on my cock. Right now.
I come so hard the edges of the room go white, and he's right behind me with his teeth on my shoulder.
Kade: Mine.
I hate how good that word feels in my chest.
After, my legs shake so bad I can't walk, so he carries me to the bed and stands there looking at me.
I sit up, get a hand in his hair, and I kiss him first.
Kade: You started that.
He flips me onto my stomach and pulls my hips up, and his hand knots in my ponytail.
Kade: Whose is this?
Dara: Yours.
Kade: Say it right.
Dara: It's yours, Kade.
He pulls my hair harder and fucks me like he's proving a point to the whole building.
Kade: Tomorrow you say it in front of the club. Then we go see a judge.
Kade: This is my pussy. Nobody else gets it. Say it back.
Dara: It's your pussy.
I come again with my face in his sheet and his name in my mouth.
Dara: And after the judge?
Kade: After that you've got a lot of nights left to pay it off.
Cal's asleep down the hall, and the door's still locked, and my body is still humming for him.