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He reaches me in a few swaggered steps
     and his body is instantly on mine. Leaning into my side, he sets his rough hand obscenely
     high on my thigh. His fingers are pretty fucking close to my panties and digging into
     my skin which makes my skin tingle and my blood heat. I know that look in his eyes.
     This is when he wants me. This is a small piece of the old Tank I miss so fucking
     much. I’ll take this Tank even if it is alcohol induced and only lasts for a short
     time. I’ll take him however I can get him anymore.
    “Need you baby,” he whispers roughly in my ear, biting down on my ear lobe hard.
    I give him a smile and tell him, “Let’s go.”
    ****
                  “Lean over that table, baby,” Tanks gruff deep voice says against my neck, right below
     my ear. That sexy as fuck scruff on his face is rubbing roughly on my neck, causing
     some pain. His chest and stomach are pressed into my naked back while my hips are
     pushed into the table and my ass is in the air. The soft material of his shirt rubbing
     on my back gives me goose bumps. I shiver involuntarily as he kisses the scar on my
     back, running his tongue over my skin.
    “Never understand why the fuck you love me baby.” He growls softly, sounding pained.
     I wish he wouldn’t say things like that. It breaks my heart.
    Running his hand through my hair, he wraps it around his hand and roughly pulls my
     head back onto his shoulder. His other hand is at the base of my neck, his thumb running
     back and forth lightly. “But you do n’ I thank fuck every day for that shit.”
    “Fuck Tank. Please. ” He moves his hand that’s not holding my hair to my hip, gripping it so tight I feel 
     his fingernails bite into my skin. He pounds harder into me as my legs shake and my
     body tightens. Kicking my feet further apart, he thrusts even deeper. He starts gliding
     his hand from my hip, up my stomach to my tits, grabbing a handful and painfully,
     he squeezes hard. The table legs scrape on the floor while I fight not to want this,
     but my body fights harder and it wins; it wants this and it gives into him. He’s so
     rough, and pounding into me so hard, I know he’ll leave bruises. He buries himself
     deep inside me with each fierce hit.
    “Give … it … up … for … me.” Pushing into me, I hear a sharp hiss leave his clenched
     jaw. Shit starts to go fuzzy on me. My eyes fight to roll back into my head and my
     legs want to give out on me.
    “Damn. Please. Fuck. … Fuck” Pulling on my hips, he reaches down to lift one leg higher, getting
     a better angle to go even deeper. I’m so fucking wet that it’s running down my thigh.
     His hard rough hand lands on my ass with a sting. Biting down on my lip, Tank bites
     my shoulder and I lose it. I let it all go. “Fuckin’ Christ baby.” Slamming into me,
     he’s relentless. “Tell me this pussy is mine, Lil.” he demands with another hard slap.
     “Say it baby!”
    “Fuck. It’s yours, it’s always fucking yours … fuck .”
    “That’s right baby. All fucking mine till the day I die.”
                                                                                        ****
    Lying in bed I can’t sleep. I know it’s got to be at least two in the morning, and
     Tank’s been gone for hours now. He fucked me, then he left. This is nothing new. It
     used to make me feel used and cheap, but after a few months of it, I’ve just grown
     numb to it like everything else in my life right now. I tried to call his phone, but
     of course, he turned it off. I called the club looking for him and Leo said he was
     around there somewhere. I didn’t want to talk to him, I just wanted to make sure he
     was okay. I hate this wedge he insists on driving between us. He’s always holding
     every unforeseen accident and lurking danger against me. He knows that he’s tearing
     us apart, but he