Chapter 17 No Questions, No Limits
Valentina’s POV
“Why do you think the club suddenly cares about our past?” I ask, eyes fixed on my sister as the SUV rumbles to a stop in front of the clubhouse.
Gia doesn’t answer right away. She stares out the dusty window, jaw tense. “You think Papa’s being careful?” Her voice is soft, threaded with worry. “He’s supposed to stay hidden, but I text him once and he jumps in to help, no hesitation.”
I can’t help but smile at that. “He’d do it from anywhere, Gia. Hiding or not. Papa’s got connections. Hell, he probably knows half the people in this state who’d take a bullet for him. Sometimes I wonder if it’s even him doing the dirty work or just someone repaying a debt.”
She snorts, but her eyes soften. “It’s him. The key hanging over those bastards’ heads? That’s pure Papa-always leaving a message.”
Laughter bubbles up in me. “You’re right, that was classic.”
Gia glances at me, uncertainty flickering across her face. “Still don’t know why they want to know our story. Guess we’re about to find out. I’ll drop the cases in our rooms, then meet you in church.” She rolls her eyes. “Even though women aren’t supposed to set foot in there.”
“Club rules?” I ask, eyebrows raised.
“Yeah, but I guess today they want us bad enough to break their own codes.”
I slip out of the SUV, nerves buzzing under my skin. Killian is already parking his bike, and as soon as he swings off, I run into his arms, legs locking around his waist. I lean in, lips brushing his ear, voice low enough just for him. “Baby, I need you. I want to taste you. Right now.”
He groans, his hands gripping my thighs hard. “Fuck, babe. Whisper that again and I’ll drag you somewhere dark, meeting or no meeting. You have no idea what you do to me.”
I laugh, grinding into him, feeling the shiver I cause. He kisses me-hungry, biting, a promise and a threat all at once-before setting me down, smacking my ass so I yelp.
We follow the others inside. Killian claims a chair at the table and pulls me onto his lap, crowding me in close, his fingers tracing circles on my inner thigh beneath the table. I rest my head on his shoulder, eyes fluttering closed at the warmth of his touch.
Raptor grumbles from across the table, “Hey, none of that shit at church.”
I grin without opening my eyes. “Jealous, Raptor?”
“Fuck yes. Especially after what you did to me out there.”
Killian’s tone is easy, but there’s steel beneath it. “You sniffing around my girl, Raptor?”
Raptor just laughs. “Wouldn’t dare, brother. But after what you and Gia did, my head’s still spinning. I need church over so I can find someone willing to work out my…problem.”
Killian hums, squeezing my thigh. Slate chimes in, voice low and dangerous. “Maybe keep your fantasies off my old lady, unless you want to lose teeth.”
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Gia sweeps into the room, unbothered by the tension, perches on Slate’s lap, and presses a kiss to his lips. “Don’t mind Raptor. He’d get turned on by a stiff wind. And let’s be honest, what Vale and I pulled off today? I’d be jealous too.”
The whole table laughs, even Raptor joining in, sheepish and grinning.
Killian leans in, his breath hot on my skin. “Baby, is there something you’re not telling me about you and Raptor?”
I lift my head, frowning. “What? No-why?”
He’s playful, but I hear the possessiveness. “You’ve been extra flirty today.”
I scoff. “I’m not flirting. Trust me, if I wanted Raptor, I’d just take him.” I wink, and he laughs, but his fingers keep tracing fire on my skin.
“But we’ll talk later,” he says, his tone promising. I shiver and settle in against him.
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Blaise clears his throat, attention snapping the room to order. “Ladies, I’ve got a proposition. We’ve got a problem that needs a special touch. The Ravagers MC are filth-kidnapping and trafficking girls, some barely teenagers. Us and two other clubs want their top three taken out. The whole crew would be better, but there’s forty of them, and we can’t make it look like a club job. We need this to look like an accident, or a random hit. Can you do it?
I glance at Gia, and both of us are already grinning. My blood surges with anticipation.
“Blaise, you don’t have to hire us. You’re family. Just give us what you know-photos, names, habits. We’ll handle the recon.” I hold his gaze. “How soon?”
“As soon as you can,” Blaise replies, his voice clipped and serious.
“You need to know our plan?” I ask, testing.
He shakes his head. “No. Plausible deniability. If anyone comes sniffing, we know nothing.”
“Perfect.” I turn to Slate and Killian, letting my words hang between us. “You two can’t interfere, no matter what you see us do or say. And before you go all caveman, I promise-no one’s sleeping with
anyone.”
Slate bristles, but Gia calms him with a hand on his chest. “Relax, baby. If we get close, it’s strategy. Nothing more. You know how we work.”
Killian’s grip on my thigh tightens, voice low. “You already have something in mind.”
I shake my head, slow and deliberate. “Not yet. Just instincts. We’ll figure it out as we go.”
He wants to press, but Blaise cuts in. “I don’t want to know. Handle it your way.
Killian’s jaw is tight, but he nods, his acceptance sealed by the heat of his hand against my skin.
Blaise raps his gavel against the table. “Church is closed.” The words barely leave his lips before Slate surges to his feet, hauling Giuliana up and out in one seamless motion. She throws me a wide-eyed glance over her shoulder, and I just lift a shoulder in a silent shrug. There are some things even sisters don’t need to say out loud.
Raptor starts for the door, hungry for what comes next, but Killian calls after him, voice low and edged
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with command. “Don’t disappear just yet, Raptor. I need a word.”
I watch confusion flicker across Raptor’s face, but he nods and slips from the room.
Now it’s only me and Killian in the empty meeting hall, the silence settling between us like velvet. He’s no longer gripping me, his hands relaxed and warm, fingers gliding idly over the bare skin of my thighs.
He doesn’t look at me, but I can feel the weight of his words before they even come. “Angel, there’s something I want to ask.”
His voice is soft, uncertain. I slide from my chair and straddle his lap, cupping his jaw in my palms. He holds my hips, fingers splayed possessively over my ass.
“What is it?” I murmur.
He meets my eyes, searching. “Do you find Raptor attractive?”
The question startles me. My thoughts tumble, tripping over themselves. Is this jealousy, or something else burning beneath the surface?
“He’s good-looking,” I say carefully.
He presses, tone low and demanding. “Do you want to fuck him?”
A prickle of heat rises along my spine. “Killian, what the hell is this about? You know you’re the only
one I want.”
“That’s not an answer.” His stare pins me. “If you weren’t mine, would you want to fuck Raptor?”
I can feel frustration rising in me, an edge to my voice. “Maybe, if I was single. Is that what you want to hear?”
I try to pull away, but he anchors me tighter, grinding his hips up into me. I gasp, feeling the hard proof of his desire pressing against me.
“Killian, what’s going on with you?”
His hands are everywhere, his voice thick with hunger. “What if I told you I want to watch him eat your pretty pussy, then take you from behind while you suck my cock? Would you let me share you, Angel?”
His words crash over me, hot and unfiltered, and I tremble. The idea-dark, wild, dangerous-sends a jolt straight through my core. I’m wet already, pulse racing.
“You want to share me?” I whisper, breathless.
“Would you let me?” he murmurs, gaze locked on mine.
I hesitate, fear and arousal tangled up inside me. What does this mean for us? Does he want me less? Panic flickers through me.
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He notices the shift instantly, hands cupping my face. “Hey, look at me. This isn’t about giving you up. I love you. I’ll never let you go. This is about trust-and about wanting to see you fall apart for me, for both of us. It’s a fantasy, Angel. Nothing more.”
His words ground me, and I swallow, relief and hunger mixing in my chest. “It’s your fantasy?” My voice is soft, almost reverent.
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“Fuck, yes.” His eyes darken. “Watching you lose control is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I want to see it again, and again-just this time, with my brother watching too. Let us worship you.”
My resistance shatters. “Okay,” I breathe, barely more than a whisper.
He crashes his mouth to mine, all teeth and tongue, devouring me. I melt against him, grinding shamelessly in his lap, desire knotting hot and sweet in my belly.
“Come on, Angel. Let’s get you ready.” He stands in one fluid motion, lifting me with him. My arms and legs wrap around him instinctively as he carries me through the hall, into our room.
He sets me down on the edge of the bed, his voice firm. “Take off your clothes.” Then he disappears into the closet, returning moments later with a black silk blindfold in his hands.
“Lie back, get comfortable, and put this on.” His voice is velvet and steel. “I’m going to fetch Raptor. No matter how long we’re gone, you do not move. You wait, like the good girl you are. Understand?”
“Yes,” I whisper, anticipation curling inside me.
“Good girl.” He presses a kiss to my lips, lingering. “I’ll be back with my brother soon.”
I exhale, shaky, nerves and excitement tangled inside me. Still, I obey. I strip, climb into the center of the bed, and tie the blindfold over my eyes. The darkness makes everything sharper-every breath, every heartbeat, every sound in the house. I wait, quivering, ready for whatever comes next.
