19. Chapter 19
Myth
The boys were all having the time of their lives. It was good to see, especially with all the shit we normally dealt with on a daily basis being Royal Bastards.
Rox was with Missy and a couple of the club girls who I knew would be good for her to be friends with. Even I knew some of the girls were bitches, but it wasn’t for the Prez to deal with. That was always the clubhouse den mother, and that was Rox now.
One of them steps out of bounds though, one of them hurts my ol’ lady, and I didn’t care what gender they were, they’d be dealing with me.
“What’s up?” I asked Menace who had joined me by the BBQ. I could see his serious face, and I knew immediately it meant some shit was needing to be handled.
“Supplier on the phone,” he said. “Said it’s urgent.”
Fuck.
I nodded, and headed inside to my office to take the call. The part I hated about being prez was dealing with the fucking suppliers. Greedy bastards, the lot of them. Heading down the hallway, I entered my office and sat down. The call was on hold. I picked up the mobile phone and took it off hold.
“Boris,” I greeted the fucker. It was always fucking Boris. “Speak.”
As he relayed his demands to me, I couldn’t help but think about my ol’ lady, integrating with the club outside. We’d spent the better part of an hour in our bedroom earlier before the party got started, but I was still hard for her. I think I’d always be.
“What I’m hearing, Boris, is you want more fucking money.”
“Your trade route changed. We need more payment for the added security.”
“What security?” I barked into the phone. “You deliver the product. We accept delivery. There’s no additional security needed.”
“You say the product was tampered with…”
“Yes, and that was after you delivered it. You received your payment, so what exactly is it you want reassurance of now, Boris?”
He was quiet.
I didn’t like that.
“Ten thousand extra.”
“No dice.”
I hung up the phone, a new found wave of anger coursing through me. Fucking greedy little shit. The phone rang again. Boris’ name appeared. I let it ring out.
Two minutes later, a text came through.
Original agreement. I lose any men, I’ll be coming for payment.
I just lost a solid fifteen minutes of my family day with those I loved because of this greedy motherfucker.
I sat in my chair, willing the annoyance away.
The door to my office opened and I turned to see Belle coming in.
She was wearing a tight Royal Bastards tank top that did very little to hide her assets and the shortest mini shorts I’d ever seen.
“What is it?”
“Oh, Prez, I figured you needed som—”
“Let me stop you there,” I said, holding my hand up as I got up. “You know I’m not going to indulge in you. You know I’m back with my ol’ lady. Why would you think anything?”
“Come on, Prez, you know I'm up for anything.”
“And you think Rox isn’t?” I replied. “Let me tell you something, Belle, my woman has been the only woman I have ever wanted in my bed. She’s the only one I thought of when you girls sucked my cock.
You wanted me hard? I thought of her. Don’t get it twisted, sweetheart. You aren’t woman enough for me.”
I made a move to leave before this got out of hand, but she stepped in front of me, undoing the buttons of her shorts.
“She’s not going to know, Prez. She’s busy outside with the girls. I can have you coming in minutes.”
“Didn’t Missy ring your bell recently for stepping out of bounds?” I countered. “She hit you too hard to understand when someone says no?”
She was about to undo her pants fully when I grabbed her by the shoulders to stop her. “Get out now. Go fuck one of the brothers.”
“I don’t want them.”
“And I don’t want you.”
I shoved her back toward the door, and out before locking it behind her. Leaning against the door, I tried to get my anger under control. Fuck…what was it with that woman?
Rox
Myth had been gone for ten minutes. I knew it didn’t mean anything, but still, I wanted to check he was okay. He used to let the club details get him down so badly. I wanted him to know I was here for him.
For all of it.
Like I always should have been.
When I rounded the bar, I stopped short when I saw who was coming out of his office. Belle was fixing her shorts, rebuttoning them and straightening her tiny ass tank top that could double as a bra.
My breath left me quickly, flashes of walking in on Myth and Stacey rocking me, making my heart beat faster.
Belle looked up, her eyes meeting mine and a little smirk making its way onto her face. She looked smug, and my first instinct wasn’t to turn and run like it had been with Stacey.
Only this time, the feeling I had running through my veins was pure, unadulterated rage.
Belle shrugged her shoulders and moved past me, her shoulder nudging mine and sending my rage into molten fury. Missy had told me about the altercation she’d had with her at Myth’s behest after she’d tried to interrupt us the night of the wake. She told me about the bat she had behind the bar.
I grabbed it, not really knowing what I was going to do with it, especially since the families were here, but I couldn’t think straight.
Holding the bat to my side, I followed the bitch to the area where the club girls were hanging with the single brothers who had no family here. Missy saw me first, followed by Fang and Menace, who both were corralling the families away from sight. They knew how it was at a clubhouse.
It didn’t phase them.
Once Belle saw the bat at my side and the look on my face, her smug grin dropped and she started to back up, her hands raised in defence.
No one tried to stop me.
The club girls watched on in horror, Missy had a grin on her face as she urged me on. She’d been telling me that I needed to make my mark on the club, being the Prez’s ol’ lady and all, and suddenly, as if in blinding clarity, I was feeling it.
“No…no…you can’t!”
“Watch me,” I grunted as I lifted the bat up over my shoulder and swung at her. The end of the bat hit her fake as shit nails, sending two of the acrylics flying. Belle let out a screech of pain, clutching her now bleeding fingers to her chest. “You’ve been warned. You know he’s off limits.”
“He’s the Prez!” she cried out.
I slammed the bat down on her foot, and sent her to her ass on the hard ground. “And I’m his ol’ lady, his wife, the only woman who he will ever fuck again.”
“Okay!” she cried out, tears streaming down her face. I was about to turn to leave, issuing a warning to the others, when I heard her little whiney voice again. “He wants me, I’ll be there though. What Prez wants, he gets. Wife or no wife.”
“Oh, you dumb whore,” I heard Fang say. I looked up to see Myth heading our way, his eyes wide with concern.
I didn’t wait for him, I spun on my heel and marched back over to the cunt now trying to back away from me.
Lifting the bat once more, I landed the first blow on her stomach, then her knees, and when she rolled onto her stomach, I hit her back.
Blow after blow, I landed on her until she could barely make a sound.
“Baby,” I heard Myth’s voice from behind me. His hand moved to the bat. I let him take it from me, and turned to look up at him. “Nothing happened. I pushed her out of the office, I promise you.”
“Oh I know,” I told him. “You wouldn’t be stupid enough to fuck up what we have again. But the bitch had no respect for me.”
Myth’s smile was enough to shift my rage for a moment. “Fuck I love it when you take control. Do you know how hot it was to watch you fuck up a bitch for me?”
“Oh, it’s about to get better. We’re not done, Adrian.” I turned to Missy. “Get her to the shed.”
Missy nodded, and grabbed Fang and Menace to help her carry the bitch toward the shed back down away from the clubhouse.
“How do you know about the shed?” Myth asked me, his arm moved to grab me by the waist and pull me into him.
“Missy explained some things,” I told him. “Now, the bitches know not to fuck with what’s mine.”
His smile was electric, and it sent shockwaves down to my pussy. He always did, but right now, as he looked at me like I was his queen, yeah I was seconds away from not being able to walk.
“Now, come with me. I’m not done with that whore.”
“You’re going to beat her up more?” he asked as I took his hand and dragged him toward the shed.
“No, baby, I’m going to show her exactly what she wants, but will never have.”
Once we got to the shed, Missy and the boys had vacated it, leaving a battered and bleeding Belle on a chair, her hands tied behind her back, tears streaking down her face.
“Fuck, I love seeing how brutal you can be,” Myth said, moving my hair off my shoulder and kissing my neck. “You make me so goddamn hard.”
“Good,” I said, spinning in his arms. “Now, you’re going to do your husbandly duty and eat your wife out while the whore behind you watches.”
Myth smirked, before I felt him tug at my skirt, yanking it up and testing how wet I was. His eyebrows went up when he felt just how ready I was for him.
I didn’t have time to speak before I felt him lift me up, manoeuvring me to his shoulders, my pussy right in front of his face.
A finger slid my panties to the side and his tongue was on me.
He moved me to the wall, the tin shed burning into my back from the summer heat.
I moved my hands to his head, holding him there.
My eyes were on Belle as she looked up, her eyes red and watery, and her breathing coming in short and sharp bursts, but she didn’t look away as Myth ate me out against the shed wall.
Pleasure shot through me as he found my clit with his teeth, lighting scraping them over my sensitive bud before he sucked it into his mouth.
Fuck.
I groaned, my hips moving over his face, needing him to slip into my core and fuck me while his tongue tortured my clit. It was almost like he knew, because the next moment I felt his fingers slide into me.
Oh fuck.
My orgasm came swiftly once he hooked his fingertips and rubbed over my G spot.
Stars erupted in my vision as I cried out, loudly, as I came on my husband’s face.
He didn’t stop, he rode out my orgasm until I felt like jelly, before I felt him pick up the pace, pushing a third finger into me, his tongue working my clit all over again.
Fuck me.
I came harder this time, blacking out for a moment, before I felt him pull me down into his arms and position me.
It felt like I was in a daze, as he positioned me, bent over a table, facing Belle.
My vision was blurry, but when I felt him kick my ankles out, I knew what he was doing.
My panties were pulled back to the side, and his cock notched at my entrance.
I was watching Belle when he slammed all in the way into me in one brutal thrust. Crying out, I clutched onto the table, keeping my eyes on the bitch as he fucked me hard.
Belle didn’t look away, fresh tears making their way down over her cheeks, as she whimpered.
She was clenching, turned on by watching us.
Ha! She had no idea how good his cock was.
I loved feeling him brutally fuck me. I’d be bruised from the insides later, and I welcomed it.
I yanked my shirt off, holding myself up to show her the tattoo on my stomach.
Property of Myth.
His.
Only his.
And he was mine.
Now, at least the bitches outside knew what happened to cunts who tried to play with fire.