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turned tricks, ran drugs, and even put a knife to a rival leader’s throat.
    Victory caressed the tops of Devon’s shoulders, smoothing her palms over his soft leather jacket. “Why did you bring me here?”
    “Why do you think I brought you to my club, to my room, Victory?” His eyes searched hers, and a level of seriousness swept across the room. He bracketed his muscular arm around her waist and slammed her body against his. “Do you think this was just a sudden notion or do you think it’s possible I’ve long since considered doing the unthinkable?”
    His lips caressed her collarbone and neck. She arched in his arms as he ravaged her upper chest, never dropping his head lower, never going beyond the line into the inappropriate, yet she was dying to push him across the barriers, tear down any imagined walls.
    “What…what’s the unthinkable?” she asked, stammering.
    A nasally laugh resounded. “Don’t pretend you don’t know. Hell, half my club knew and yours too—”
    “The Devil’s Angels club isn’t my club.”
    “Your tale now,” he said, squaring his shoulders and placing some distance between them.
    She watched him and wanted to press for details. What did his club know? What did he think the Angels knew? While she waited to see if he offered a better explanation, he looked as if he had braced himself for revealing confessions, too.
    Devon cleared his throat. “I wanted to knock on that clubhouse door, tell Gaylord I’d barter for love, trade one woman for another; all he had to do was say the word.”
    “He would’ve said a few choice ones,” she said, catching his meaning.
    “I imagine he still will,” Devon said, moving into her again and rubbing the side of his face against hers. He nuzzled her like he found pure pleasure just by being in her company. “Because I have the same goals I had nearly two years ago.”
    “Which are?”
    “Impatient, aren’t cha?” he asked.
    “Maybe,” she admitted, grinning. “If you weren’t in a hurry, I don’t think you would’ve brought me to your bedroom.”
    “You think too much,” he told her, stealing another kiss.
    This time they kissed with their eyes wide open, and it was all she could do to keep her hands to herself. Sweet damn, Devon sure was a handsome rogue of a man, the epitome of a bad boy gone ultra-wild. And as his lips whispered across hers, she knew without a second guess, without one unnecessary question. Devon Kardashian was the only guy capable of saving her.
    He was the only one who could, and potentially would, protect her from a past she’d never been able to successfully outrun. He could make her pain go away, right along with all her current troubles.
    The question was—would he? Or would he cause her more grief than she’d ever be able to stand?

 
     
     
    Chapter Three
     
    “When a man takes a woman behind closed doors, he typically wants to do more than look at her, Victory,” Devon said, a breath away from locking his mouth over hers again.
    About that time, a loud knock resounded. It was as if fifty pounds of steel crashed against the wood.
    “It can wait!” Devon bellowed.
    “Not this time,” a voice called out.
    Another round of knocks left Devon cursing under his breath. He gently pushed Victory to the wayside. “I’ll be right back.”
    Before he made a clean escape, Victory locked her hands around his wrist and yanked him back. Ready to play the game and knowing good and well what it would take to win, she nipped at his lips. “When a woman is invited to a man’s bedroom and agrees to go, she doesn’t always understand when there are interruptions.” Then, as if the devil made her do it, she dropped her hand to the bulge between his legs and stroked his cock.
    “Ah baby,” he crooned. He threw his head back and moaned, rising to the occasion without wasting a valuable second.
    She dug her nails into his zipper, trying to cop a real feel. “Like that?”
    “Mmm, baby. Yes,” he