Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
ADELINA
As soon as the door to the warehouse had slammed shut behind Graff, I had changed the music to something tolerable. I had half expected him to storm back out, kick me off the controls, and flip back to the dangerously masculine playlist he’d been managing before I’d arrived. But he didn’t return. No matter how long I waited, and he didn’t appear.
It really couldn’t take this long for him to give my joke of a fiancé a piece of his mind. Speaking of yelling, I had expected at least a few groans or complaints when I changed the music, but nothing.
“Approved playlist, my ass,” I mumbled.
Even with the complete genre swap, it didn’t slow how everyone around fucked like rabbits. Maybe if I put on a baby’s lullaby, they would finally get the hint stop the orgy unfolding in front of me.
I rubbed my eyes, hoping the scene would change.
There wasn’t a snowball’s chance in hell I would ever be able to unsee this, and I wondered for a hot second what Papà would say if he could see me now. That brought a smirk to my lips, which promptly fell as one of the bunnies started screaming, “Oh, Pip. Yes, Pip.”
“Geez,” I murmured to the computer screen. “That one’s a porn star in the making.”
If this was the history channel or some animal show, I would totally think what was happening before my eyes was normal. But this was real life. These were humans.
At least, I thought they were, no matter how much they fucked like animals.
When I blinked, the channel wouldn’t change.
Several of the men had women bent over picnic tables and others had women riding their cocks while they threw their heads back against their Adirondack chairs.
This was like that stupid horse tribe in the Game of Thrones series on HBO. No matter how hard I had tried to look away then, I’d had my eyes glued to the TV like they were stuck on the porn flick happening now.
Sweat rolled off their bodies. Moans and mewls mingled in the air along with the scents of smoke, alcohol, and weed.
Nothing I could think of could tame the beasts, despite how shameless they acted.
While Sas and a few others had wandered off to find a room, the prospects—those without patches on their leather cuts—were stuck outside passing around the same group of bunnies. Maybe all the rooms in this brothel were full.
Soon, Kaos had returned from inside, naked from the waist up, and one of the guys pulled her into the orgy. How wonderful for her. One of the prospects yanked her onto his lap, and she groaned loudly as he clearly entered her. After a hot second, she started grinding herself on his lap and screeched like a banshee as he drove in and out of her.
Suddenly, she looked over at me as she kneaded her own breasts, shooting me a wink and a teasing smile.
Was she trying to flirt with me? Or just trying to show off how everyone wanted her?
Sas had apparently discarded her, but it didn’t seem to stop the prospect from fucking his sloppy seconds.
Where were he and Graff, anyway?
Kaos’s eyes never left mine, so maybe she was fucking with me. Boasting that she had gone off with Sas, who was, for all intents and purposes, mine. Had that been intentional?
She turned back to the guy, riding his cock like there was no tomorrow. Her screaming only got louder, and it spurred the rest of the bunnies into a screeching war about who could fake an orgasm better.
And yeah, they were fake. I may never have ridden a real cock, but I had toys, and I’d had plenty of orgasms. If they were real, the girls would lock up. Screams might happen, but they’d be longer and uncontrolled. Not this intentional whimpering or piercing ah-ah-ah while they bounced like rubber balls. The action around the fire looked and sounded like cackling hyenas.
None of the guys seemed to notice or care, however, and why would they? They thought they were doling out pleasure. And these bunnies were really setting women back twenty years while stroking the bikers’ egos as much as their cocks.
They gave these assholes too much cock-sure confidence. Why would they want all the men around them only thinking with their dicks?
Also, where were the condoms? Weren’t any of them afraid of disease? Didn’t matter. There wasn’t a cock here I would let within ten feet of my cunt.
Unfortunately, it didn’t seem to matter how repulsive the scene was, the V at the tops of my thighs felt damp. All the sex in the air was doing something to me, whether I wanted to admit it or not. The evidence had been there before Graff had gone inside and the orgy was only beginning.
I guessed this arousal was why people watched porn.
Like she could read my fucking mind, Kaos flipped her hair over her shoulder and looked back at me again. She had her hands braced on the prospect underneath her, riding him up and down and sideways, all while looking at me.
The prospect tapped her thigh, and Kaos climbed off him. I thought he might’ve spent himself, but his cock was still erect. Kaos bent toward him and then took his length in her mouth, opening her throat to swallow the whole damn thing.
I grimaced. Gag reflex, much?
Her eyes still bored into me, like she was undressing me, and my cheeks flushed.
My core clenched.
What the actual fuck?
It wasn’t really Kaos, but she had me under a spell. I had no desire to be with her, but I wanted to be her. No, that wasn’t it either. I wanted—what?
To do that to a man? To taste myself on a guy’s cock?
I jerked my head back— absolutely not . No way I’d allow this old boys club to pass me around like a flask at a funeral.
“These girls are whores,” I muttered to myself, looking down at the music queue again and picking out songs to play next. “I’ll never be one of them. I’m not a slut. Not a bunny. Definitely not an old lady.”
I didn’t belong to the MC. Never would. I was better than someone who would open their pussy lips for whatever cock stood at attention.
Focusing on the music, I added a song to the top of the queue before scrolling through the rest of the playlist. I blanched. Graff had three hours-worth of tunes. That had to be just a precaution. No way the orgy was going to continue for three more hours before the men just expended themselves and passed the fuck out.
Kaos screamed again, and I snapped my head up. How, with a dick in her mouth?
But she was on another cock. Men were just lining up for her, their cocks at the ready. Some stroked themselves by the fire as they waited.
Gang-bang, anyone?
Leaving the music to play, I kicked myself away from the speakers. I needed to find Rafe.
As I walked through the warehouse in my skirt and thin, damp panties, my thighs chaffed. Out front, I looked for Rafe’s bike in line with the others, but it was gone.
He was gone.
The realization made me want to barf. Why didn’t he tell me where he was going? Or better yet, why didn’t he bring me along?
I clenched my fists and stomped my foot. Stranded at the warehouse with bikers and whores. Fucking wonderful. How was I supposed to get away now?
Did Rafe see it all and decide this wasn’t for him? What was happening here in this biker club was not what la Famiglia had signed up for.
I needed a better escape plan. My cell phone was still in that bedroom. If my father’s men wouldn’t come and get me to save me from this shitshow, I could call a limo and put some distance between me and this sex club.
Heading back inside, I ran headfirst into a hard chest and stumbled, half dazed.
“How did you get out?” came a gruff voice at the same time strong hands latched onto my upper arms.
I stilled, my breath caught in my chest, then lifted my face to look up.
Way up.
Sas scowled down, towering over me with his impossible height. Honestly, it should’ve been illegal to be so fucking tall. It must’ve been awkward to have to crouch through every single door he met.
I frowned up at him. “You saw me outside. Or were you too engrossed in that skanky piece of ass to notice your future wife?”
He snarled and his hands tightened on my arms. “That didn’t answer my question. How the fuck did you get out of your room?”
I wasn’t answering. The last thing I wanted was him boarding up the small window.
Instead, I shoved my chin up another inch. “How was your fight? Looks like you got a few shiners there.” I reached up to touch the bruise on his cheek.
Before my hand met his skin, he released my upper arm and caught me by the wrist, preventing my touch. “Your uncle is a better fighter than he lets on.”
“I wouldn’t know.”
“Wouldn’t you?”
“No,” I said. “I know better than to get into fights with him.”
Something sparked to life in Sas’s eye. “What do you get into with him?”
“Nothing,” I said, trying to wrench my hand away.
His grip made the bones in my wrist grind. “Bullshit.”
“You infernal ass,” I said, refusing to show that he was actually hurting me. I hoped there wouldn’t be bruises later. “I barely saw my uncle after he turned eighteen and joined the Marines. Barely talked to him. But now we’re both stuck in this mess. Congratulations to us.”
I wouldn’t reveal to Sas that Rafe had come back from his time in the desert a different man than when he’d left. Sometimes shadows crossed his eyes, and he often paused in the middle of conversations, something torturing him from the inside out. Sas didn’t need to know that Papà had assigned him to Catalina and me as a bodyguard, or that I suspected Rafe needed more kindness in his life than he would ever let on.
Sas scrutinized me under his heavy brow bone. A muscle jumped in his chiseled jaw, and his eyes bored into me. An interesting caramel color, so warm I could almost smell the sugar.
Gulping, I put that thought away. My future husband really was a neanderthal, and I couldn’t entertain any kind of thought that might make him seem real. Or human. Or—No! I couldn’t go there.
With a flip of his wrists, he let me out of the vice grips that were his hands. It was almost as though he threw me away from him, and a pressure settled down in my chest. At least he didn’t drag me back to my locked bedroom. I sidestepped him but stopped short when I saw Graff lingering a few steps away, his ass on the table behind a couch in the small seating area and a sketchbook and pencil in his hand.
Had he been here the whole time, and I just hadn’t noticed?
Graff flicked his eyes up to meet mine then cast them downward, a pink tinge to his cheeks. He wouldn’t even look at me now. Why?
“I thought you were coming back for the music,” I said to Graff, trying to ignore how badly I had wanted him to return. Not to mention how alone I had felt out there.
Sas twisted around to face Graff too. “You knew she was out of her room?”
I whipped my head around to glare at him. “You fucking knew it too!”
Sas studiously ignored me.
Graff shrugged and turned the page on a sketch pad. “I left her to tend the music.”
“No wonder the tunes turned sappy,” said Sas, almost laughing. “Bet our little girl here likes Hallmark movies and all that shit too.” He reached his hand out as though he would run the back of it down my face, but paused.
I raised one brow, daring him. “You two know nothing about music.”
“Should we be listening to opera? Classical?” asked Sas, still smirking and now stalking closer like a lion playing with a lamb. His hand shifted, ghosting just in front of my face like he could feel the shape without touch.
“While I’m surprised you can name those two music genres, no,” I said. “But not that screechy and growly shit outside either.”
“Graff, do you hear what she’s calling your music?” asked Sas.
“It’s not my music,” said Graff.
“Your music taste,” clarified Sas.
“Seems to me you all have the same musical taste,” I said. “And it is shit.”
Sas narrowed his gaze on me. “Are you trying to piss me off?”
Oh yes. Absolutely. Why not? It might spice things up, Because I’m getting bored.
“You’re angry about music?” I planted my hands on my hips. “No wonder my uncle kicked your ass in a fight if you’re so?—”
Sas grabbed me by the upper arm again, his other hand at my throat. I jerked away just before he latched his long fingers around my neck. Our height difference turned into my advantage... and my downfall. When I slipped through his fingers, he grabbed my hair, yanking it backward to turn my face upward. I let out a hiss and then kicked him in the shins, unable to reach his crotch.
“Let me go,” I hissed as he tightened his hand in my hair.
“Isn’t this what you wanted?” His smirk erased the anger lines between his brows now that he had overpowered me, but something dark and deadly lurked in his gaze. “Why else would you keep running your mouth?”
“Maybe I like to hear myself talk. Like you.”
“I don’t. But...” He took his hand off my arm and dragged his thumb across my lips.
Sas’s gaze, with one eye near swollen shut, lingered there as though he saw something new, different, and enthralling.
I tried to bite him, but the action only distracted his musing and spurred him on. He spun me around and threw me against the wall, holding me with my cheek pressed against the smooth surface. “Such pretty lips you have there. Too bad you don’t put them to better use.”
A thrum of something wild and wicked kicked to life inside, the heat spreading down my body. No, Adelina , I told myself. I wouldn’t be caught up in this dangerous mess. Perhaps I should be docile, like I’ve pretended so many times with my father to deflect his ire.
Sas purred. “Just the thought of them painted candy-apple red and parted?—”
“Like teeth?” I jerked and wriggled in his grip.
He growled, baring his own teeth.
“Better to eat you with.” I really should be trying to figure out how not to provoke this man, because he could easily hurt me worse than I could likely imagine.
He pushed me harder against the wall, tightening his grip on my hair. It hurt, but I refused to give him the satisfaction of voicing that pain. Plus, my taunting him was doing something unexpected. Breaking a shell inside me and showing me what could be.
“Nice offer, princess,” he said, then leaned closer, his breath right next to my ear and hot on my skin. “You can start with wrapping them—your lips, that is—around my cock.”
“Sas, don’t,” warned Graff, now standing three feet away, his tatted arms crossed over his broad chest. He moved closer, like he was trying to wedge himself between us.
He was just about the perfect size. Still massive in bulk, but the median in height between the two of us. But where had his sketchbook gone?
“Back the fuck off,” Sas snapped at Graff. “Unless you want to share her too.”
Share me...? I peeked at Graff from the corner of my eye.
“Too?” I finished my thoughts aloud.
Was Kaos the reason Graff hadn’t come back to the music? Sas and Graff had been sharing her. No wonder she’d been flaunting herself like that.
Graff flashed his gaze between Sas and me, but he didn’t meet my eyes. “You two have to work your shit out. You’re the two getting married. And neither of you should be playing these fucking games.”
“What fun would that be,” started Sas, twisting his fingers tighter, “when she was just telling me what she could do with her lips and teeth?”
There was a lot I could do with my lips, but my problem at the moment was that my lower lips quivered. My body apparently wanted me to act stupid.
So many college boys had gently tried to get me in bed, but none of them had made my body respond like this. Not one of them had gotten inside my head this way. No one had ever commanded a reaction from my body like the danger I sensed rolling off Sas right now.
And Graff.
Having him here, watching. Just feet away from us.
Why was that so fucking hot? I rubbed my thighs together, trying to squelch how my body thrummed. It wanted things way off limits.
“Come on, baby. Show Graff what those lips can do.” Then Sas pulled my head farther back, bent his head down, and kissed me.
The intrusion left me unable to breathe with his tongue prying its way between my lips and teeth. I would’ve expected him to taste like old beer, but he tasted rich, smoky, slightly sweet, and earthy. The kiss, however, wasn’t filled with desire. No, it was a command. It demanded my response.
My brain reeled for several seconds, and then I met his angry kiss with my teeth, biting down on his tongue. And then his lip, tasting blood mingled with a taste I would always associate with him. Then... something musky.
Kaos.
Bitch.
All the sweet and sour tastes flowed into my mouth, overwhelming me.
Sas peeled back, raising his hand. “You slut!”
“I think you mean baby. Or princess,” I snarled, bracing myself to receive the blow.
Fear was pulsing through my veins on a heavy heartbeat, but I wouldn’t pull away because it was awakening the inner me. If he wanted a fight, I’d give him another one. Maybe I could give him a second shiner to match my uncle’s.
Rafe would be proud.
Shaking his head, Graff laughed humorlessly with his attention glued on me. “That’s one way of talking it out, I guess.”
Sas and I both cut our eyes sideways to where Graff settled back with his ass on the sofa table and picked up the sketchbook. A small smile lifted one side of his mouth while his hand dashed over the paper.
His eyes travelled between Sas and me and the paper. Was he really drawing this scene?
Though Sas scowled at Graff too, my future husband didn’t release my hair. I tried to seize the opportunity to wiggle free, but he yanked me forward, wrapping his hand around my neck. My chin sat in the curve between his thumb and forefinger. He released my hair, and with the single hand beneath my chin, he lifted me until my toes barely brushed the floor.
Sas came back into my face, his lip curling as a growl rumbled in his chest.
Then, my head hit the plaster, pain shooting through my skull. If Sas noticed, he didn’t show it, but then there was a scrape and clink.
Metal against metal.
So loud. So close.
A gun chamber sliding into place.
“The fuck you think you’re doing?” spat a familiar voice, and I grimaced. I hadn’t wanted my uncle to see me in this situation. Or get involved.
Rafe stood on the other side of Sas, closer to the door, with his gun planted where Sas’s jaw met his earlobe. His finger brushed the side of the trigger guard. Sas only needed to make one wrong move, and Rafe would pull the trigger. I had no doubt in my mind about that. In less than a second, my future husband would be a puddle of flesh, blood, and gray matter.
“Let her go,” demanded Rafe, sounding more like a military commander than a motley biker with too much testosterone.
Slowly, Sas trained his stoney gaze on Rafe, like he was aware of the danger but wouldn’t go down without a fight. Did this man have no fear, or was he just supremely stupid? After having his ass beaten once today, he apparently wanted a second chance.
“Enough!” Graff, moving so quickly he seemed to appear between Sas and Rafe, placed a hand on either of their chests.
Both of them breathed heavily. We all did. The four of us were locked closely together in a tangle of limbs. Their hot breaths tickled my skin, and a thrill ran through me. I swore whatever this was bringing to life inside me was terribly, terribly wrong.
Because my panties were drenched.
I hadn’t been aroused like this in a long time, not since that college frat party. I had been searching for the bathroom when I stumbled in on three guys doing one cheerleader. Dang. I’d forgotten about that little eye-opening experience.
“Let Adelina go,” ordered Rafe to Sas.
“She’s my wife,” snapped Sas. “I can do what I want with her.”
“Not. Yet,” said Rafe, and I watched his thumb slide another millimeter toward the trigger.
“Not like that,” added Graff in a whispered tone. I thought I was the only one who heard him.
“Take your gun off me,” ordered Sas.
“Let. Her. Go.” The depths of Rafe’s dark eyes had blackened. His pupils also quivered as though they searched for other assailants while trying to take out the target at the end of his barrel.
“Both of you stop it now,” said Graff, sliding between me and the others.
My weight dropped back into my high heels, and I gasped.
Graff’s muscular back pressed against my front, and Sas had to twist to still hold my hair. It took one long moment of tense silence, my heartbeat beating like a drum line in my ears. I couldn’t breathe. Sas finally let go of my hair, and Rafe lowered his gun to his side.
“Adelina, go back to your bedroom,” commanded Rafe.
I began, “But?—”
“Now,” said Sas, not even looking at me.
“Come on,” said Graff, wrapping an arm around my waist and urging me toward the door near the long table.
I stumbled out of the fray and breathed in fresh air. Away from the three of them, I could finally draw in a good lungful of air and see through the hormonal haze. No bodies pressed against me. No more of their mingled scents fluttered into my nose.
And I missed it.
I needed to get farther away and clear my head before those dangerous thoughts threatened to suck me back into the hot-headed dick-measuring contest. Graff let me go at the door into the wing of rooms, and I walked in measured steps back to where Sas had stashed me before. Even though I wanted to run, I forced my legs to move slowly.
If I looked back, I might rejoin them, throwing myself into a situation I couldn’t find my way out of. Letting them devour every piece of me.
My bedroom was locked on the outside, and after I managed to get it open, I threw myself inside and slammed the door. But when I blinked, memories of what just happened flowed back through me.
More than I wanted to be free, and more than I needed my old life back, I wanted that . I couldn’t name the craving, but whatever had been in the air back there, it could be addictive.