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want you, Grace,” Elliot grunted in my ear, sending a flicker of pleasure through me. “I’m yours.” As his strong hands yanked my jeans down, I gasped. Elliot ripped off my thong and tossed it aside, bending me over the motorcycle and caressing my hips until I was shaking with lust. I heard him fumbling with his pants and then the clink of his belt buckle dropping to the ground. “And now I’m going to make you mine,” Elliot grunted as he thrust into me. The sensation was delicious and I cried out as Elliot impaled me with his rock hard erection. The pleasure that had coiled in my belly slowly began to spread through my body and before I knew it, I was crying out and pushing my pelvis hard against Elliot’s strong body.
     
    “Grace,” Elliot grunted. He tangled his fingers in my hair and yanked my head back. “Grace, I need you,” he said again. I moaned loudly as his hips slammed against mine with more force than before. As his cock slid inside my soaking wet pussy, Elliot reached around my body and began rubbing his thumb against my clit. The sensation was incredible and I shrieked and wriggled my hips against him, desperate for more contract.
     
    “Elliot,” I moaned. “Elliot!”
     
    There was a sharp rap on the door and I woke up, confused by my dream. For a moment, I thought I was back there, in the woods with Elliot. In the woods with the man I loved. Then reality came crashing down around me—I wasn’t in the woods, I was in a tiny bedroom in the back of the Amazons’ clubhouse. I wasn’t Grace any longer, now I was Persephone.
     
    “What is it?” I sat up in bed and blinked. “What’s going on?”
     
    Vero strode into the room with an angry expression on her face. “Get dressed,” she said sharply. “You’re not going to like this.”
     
    Ten minutes later, I was standing by Lydia’s bedside. She was awake, and although less drunk than she had been earlier, she was still pretty out of it. There was blood on the sheets and she was sporting a bloody nose and a black eye.
     
    “What the hell happened?” I crouched down by Lydia’s side of the bed. “What was it?”
     
    “Some asshole assaulted her,” Vero said in a deadly calm voice. “She’s been hurt, and she needs to go to the hospital.”
     
    I sighed. I hated involving medical professionals in our work. We often had a lot of injuries to account for that we couldn’t necessarily explain—bullet wounds, for one. The MC had a doctor on call who performed a lot of favors for us, and I pulled out my phone to call her.
     
    Vero frowned. “What the fuck are you doing? We need to get her to a hospital, now.”
     
    I glared. “This is my MC,” I said in a calm voice. “And I make the decisions here. Have you forgotten that?”
     
    Lydia whimpered and rolled around in the bed.
     
    When the doctor answered, her voice was clogged with sleep and groggy. “Hello?”
     
    “It’s Persephone,” I said instantly. “We need you here at the clubhouse. There’s been an attack on one of my girls.”
     
    “She needs a hospital,” Vero cut in.
     
    “Shut up,” I snapped as I hung up the phone and slipped it back into my pocket. “I decide what she needs, and right now what she needs is for you to stop arguing with me.” Vero glared but she didn’t reply. “And I want to know exactly what happened.”
     
    Lydia opened her eyes and looked at me pathetically. She looked almost like a child; her blonde hair was spread out on the pillows and her eyes were wet with tears.
“I don’t know what happened,” she said softly. “I was just lying here and someone came in and hurt me.” She gasped as she rolled onto her side. 
     
    “Who was it?” I demanded sharply. “A man? A woman?”
     
    Lydia shook her head. “I don’t know,” she replied. “I couldn’t see. It was too dark.”
     
    Beside me, Vero was practically quaking with rage. “It was one of them Tiger’s Blood assholes,” she hissed in my ear.