Chapter Three.
Priest
The party at the clubhouse was in full flow when I arrived.
People glanced at me briefly before ignoring me.
I didn’t wear my cut, not for what I wanted to do tonight.
Warden would kick me out if I were caught wearing it.
Even so, I was giving off vibes that perhaps I should tone down, considering the looks I was getting.
Heading to the bar, I grabbed a beer. I didn’t see Sapphire present, which worked in my favour.
Blending in as a partier, I kept moving. I saw plenty of Royal Harlot cuts and several men wearing property ones. Interesting… then again, why not. Male clubs had sluts, so it was only fair for the females to have them too.
A screech captured my attention, and just as everyone else did, I turned in its direction.
“Trust Nun to pick the first fight,” a Royal Harlot said, pushing past me.
“Who’d the cunt touch?” her sister asked.
“Looks like Cass.”
“At least it ain’t Blue. The bitch will remain alive. Let’s watch Nun dish out her lesson.”
I watched as the individual called Nun shoved a woman onto her ass. She stood in front of a man who towered over her, but she didn’t seem bothered by that.
Damn, while most of the Royal Harlots I’d seen were attractive, this one blew me out of the water.
She had long brunette hair with a hint of red that fell to just past her tits, which were a nice handful.
Her face was rounded, with plump lips and a cute, petite nose.
Freckles scattered across it. Her dark brown eyes and prominent cheekbones added to her attractiveness.
She wasn’t classically beautiful like Sapphire, but she was stunning in a girl-next-door way. Any man would want Nun's attention.
She wore heels and knee-high stockings, leading to toned thighs topped with a short, pleated leather skirt.
A bustier finished it off with a string of pearls disappearing into her chest. She shouldn’t have pulled the look off, but she easily did.
A cruel smile played on her dark red lips, which only helped my cock stand up and pay attention.
“Who said you could touch him?” she snarled. The noise lowered dramatically.
“What?” the woman on the floor exclaimed, staggering to her feet.
“Am I blind, or does his cut say Property of Royal Harlot’s MC?” Nun demanded, looking around.
“Nope, it definitely does,” a sister called out. I checked her name. Lantern.
“Can you read?” Nun barked.
“What the fuck is your problem?” the victim—who didn’t yet know it—snapped.
“See, if it says Property of the Royal Harlots MC, then that means he belongs to us. Now I fuckin’ attend a lot of meetings, but I don’t remember voting you in!” Nun snarled.
“Everyone’s aware they sleep with any woman that demands it!”
I shook my head in despair. She’d just buried herself.
“Nun, look, she didn’t know, okay. We’ll leave,” a second female said, stepping forward.
Nun turned and looked at her. “You assume you know me well enough to talk to me like that? Who the fuck are you? Should I let this disrespect go? Clearly this bitch believes the club should roll over and allow disrespect. Obviously, anyone who touches our property should be given a pass.”
“No! No, she didn’t mean that. She didn’t understand the rules,” the friend kept babbling.
“It says Property of Royal Harlots! What’s to fuckin’ misunderstand?” Nun yelled.
“You really kicking off over a whore? That’s all he is, right? Sleeps with you for money?”
Oh, that did it! I saw the murderous expression cross Nun’s face, and I smirked.
Nun didn’t bitch-slap; her fist shot out, and she punched her straight in the nose.
Without hesitation, Nun began dishing out a beating that made most of the crowd wince.
When she stepped back, Nun was barely breathing heavily.
“Let this be a lesson. If someone works for us, if they wear a property cut, they belong to us. They are ours to protect. The men here wear property cuts, and they aren’t for common use, like some of you think.
They’re not around for you to touch up and proposition; they’re to be treated with respect.
You can’t do that, then we’ll beat the shit out of you until you learn.
Nobody messes with what belongs to the Harlots,” Nun warned.
“Cass, throw the trash out,” the Veep, Sparrow, ordered. “Anyone else got a problem? No? Then turn the fuckin’ music up; it’s a party.”
Cass picked up the woman and carried her out. Her friend followed behind, looking terrified. She had to pass by Nun, who stood staring daggers at her. She ducked her head and rushed out, and Nun smiled.
Jesus, my cock was hard enough to pound nails. I dared not move, because it would be so obvious. I immediately thought of Brielle, God forgive me, and my dick deflated.
“Why does watching Nun beat the crap out of someone make me wet?” a woman asked. I glanced at her name patch. Dagger—an enforcer.
“Because you’re a dirty bitch,” a sister called Maid said.
“True,” Dagger agreed. “I’m going to find Piston; I need to rub one out.”
Maid laughed and waved Dagger off. “Have fun.”
I moved away and ducked down a corridor.
Nobody was down here, and sticking to the shadows, I searched for cameras.
Just because I didn’t see a camera didn’t mean there wasn’t one, so I stayed cautious as I checked doors.
In my attire, I blended in with the other men present.
Jeans and a dark tee. They were plain, like ninety per cent of the guys’ attending, clothing. I’d be hard to pick out.
To my frustration, all the doors were locked, and I didn’t want to press my luck.
“What are you doing?” a woman demanded from behind me.
I pasted on a winning, drunken smile and strolled back to her. “I need to piss. Thought the toilets would be down here.”
Fume, whose patch said prospect, shook her head. There was suspicion in her eyes, though. “Toilets are over there. Go to the left of the bar.”
“Thanks, you’re cute,” I replied.
Fume knocked away my hand as it lifted to her face. “Yeah, you ain’t my type. Fuck off.”
I nodded and wandered back into the rec room. I let an hour pass; Fume would be watching me. When she finally diverted her attention, I headed towards the door, which I assumed led to their bunk. The problem with the clubhouse was the atrium, and the apartments coming off that.
If Brielle were up there, it would be difficult to reach her. However, the shadows up there would give me some cover. As if someone had read my mind, the lights dimmed. Perfect.
A second Royal Harlot called out to a woman, distracting everyone, and I tried the door that led to their private quarters.
It was locked, which didn’t stop me. I picked it within seconds and slipped through.
Then I headed upstairs to check for Brielle.
Seeker mentioned she could be found here. Which meant Brielle could be in hiding.
“Big mistake,” Nun remarked from behind me.
I paused. Shit, had she seen me pick the lock?
“Start talking,” Nun ordered. I turned around, and my heart skipped a beat. Fuck me, up close she was even more beautiful.
“I was looking for you,” I replied and stepped into her space. Nun didn’t flinch as I cupped her face and kissed her. I felt Nun’s surprise, and then the bitch returned the kiss. Christ, my balls tightened, and my cock became hard. Kissing didn’t usually cause me to react like that.
I crowded Nun against the wall as she ran her hands over my ass and hooked her leg up. I grabbed her thigh and moaned into her mouth.
Nun kissed as passionately as she fought, and I wanted to sink into her heat. She broke the kiss by dragging my head back and staring into my eyes. With a smirk, Nun latched onto my throat and gave me a hickey. She paused and tapped my lips.
“Nice try, asshole. Head down those stairs and leave. Thanks for the kiss,” she ordered.
Her attitude made me smile, and I caught her lips in a soft kiss before I obeyed. What would she be like as a mistress? Nun was fuckin’ magnificent. I was definitely picking up domme vibes from her. But she was too tempting, and I had a mission.
Nun
Blue approached, a hint of jealousy in his eyes. “Who was that?” he demanded.
“Someone I caught lurking. There’s always one nosy bastard,” I replied.
“He kissed you,” Blue snapped.
“Yes, and…?” I stared, surprised by Blue’s reaction.
“You are my mistress. Nobody else’s,” Blue said, caging me against the wall. My pussy fluttered at the possessiveness in his eyes.
“Get in my room and assume the position,” I ordered.
Triumph flared in Blue’s face, and he walked away quickly. I glanced down at the rec room, searching for the stranger, but didn’t see him. Turning around, I headed to my apartment, where Blue waited. He’d pay for that little display of dominance.
I lay in bed, exhausted, as Blue was next to me. Somewhere along the way it had become our thing to sleep together. I was unsure what that meant.
“I want more,” he said, and I stiffened.
“What?”
“Nun, I want a relationship with you,” Blue replied.
His words stole away my breath. My mind whirled, and my first thought was triumph chased by sadness. Blue deserved more than my sorry ass. He was supposed to leave here eventually, find a nice girl, settle down, get married, and have kids. Blue deserved the white picket fence.
“I’m bad for you,” I murmured.
Blue tightened his arms around me. “I call bullshit.”
“Blue, I care too much to drag you down with me.”
“Nun, you know me better than anyone does. I might be your sexual sub, but I’m not your life submissive. You can’t tell me how to think,” Blue retorted.
That was true. “Blue, I’m emotionally and mentally scarred. You deserve someone who sees rainbows and unicorns. I see monsters and demons. If I didn’t care, I’d take you up on this and to hell with the hurt and pain you’d suffer. I won’t do that to you, Blue.”
“Nun, I have a choice in this,” he argued.
“No, you don’t. Maybe it’s time to end what we have.”