Chapter 18
Chapter Eighteen
SAS
Rafe was letting in the heat, and the clubhouse took forever to cool down. So I kicked him out of the way as I stepped inside. The door slammed shut behind me, and I finally saw what made Rafe pull up short.
Adelina, half-naked.
And it wasn’t even the half I wanted to see. I was sure she had good tits, and I knew that curve of her ass already.
“Graff,” I called out, and the others popped up their heads.
When they saw it was me, they backed away from Adelina sheepishly. I hadn’t fucked her yet or given her a property patch to mark her as my own, but the guys knew. She was mine, even if she wasn’t my old lady.
Yet.
Graff waited. His eyes flicked up to me as he held the tip of his tattoo gun half an inch above Adelina’s skin. “Yeah, Sas?”
“While you’re at it, don’t forget to write ‘Sas’ on her ass.”
The clubhouse burst out in rowdy laughter.
Adelina craned her neck to glare back at me. “You’re not branding me like a cow.”
“You’re right. I’m not.” I pointed at Graff. “He is. All I want is for the guys to know you’re mine when they take turns with you.”
More roars went up among the prospect, guys clapping each other on the shoulders. They were already imagining how she would screech and cry out, like a good little bunny. She had a bolder streak that fascinated me. I could tell from how her body responded to me last night that she had strong sexual desires, but my curiosity about her was starting to run far deeper than with any bunny I’d ever fucked.
“Any woman can be a good little whore, even a princess like you,” I said just to taunt her.
She glowered at me. Her chocolate brown telling me to fuck right off, even if she didn’t say the words.
Graff didn’t move his tattoo gun as Adelina stiffened. I waited for her snarky comeback, but she didn’t make one.
I scowled at her in the most patronizing way possible. “C’mon, princess, it’s more fun when you play along.”
I wanted a rise of her, but she stubbornly turned her head so I couldn’t see the irate passion smoldering in those dark eyes.
“What about you, Uncle Rafe?” I turned to the newest member of the MC.
“I don’t need a tattoo right now. Maybe later,” he said, walking away. His hands balled and released as he went, as though he really needed to hit something.
He was no fun, either.
“Rafe?” Adelina peeked over her shoulder, and he stopped before heading downstairs toward the gym.
“What, princess?” I asked, stepping toward her. “You want your uncle to see you naked. Why don’t you show everyone else your new tattoo?”
Adelina narrowed her gaze on me, and Rafe had stiffened. I didn’t know what part of this whole deal set him off, but something sure as shit had.
“What are you giving her, Graff?” I towered over the tattoo, Adelina, and Graff. “Come here, Rafe. Get a look.” I snapped my fingers, beckoning him over, and I waited for Rafe to say no. To walk away.
But he turned on his heel and stalked toward us, standing next to me as he looked down to study the new tattoo. He squinted, trying to see what it was, but it was Graff. It was probably like the flowers outside. “Property of Sas” would’ve been a better tattoo in big block letters on her pristine skin. Maybe smaller versions on each limb too that could identify her in case the cartel got to her and hacked her up, leaving pieces of her sprawled from LA to Las Vegas.
“Should I continue?” asked Graff.
“Don’t let me stop you,” I said, even though the question wasn’t directed at me.
Adelina’s doe eyes, full of spite and rage, still glared up at me.
“What, princess? Did you want me to stop you? Protect you from making rash decisions?”
She let out a long sigh and rested her chin on her hands. “With as little attention as you’ve paid me, I didn’t assume you would care. About me or the tat.”
Words a bunny would never say. Fascinating.
“Oh, I do have an opinion about your next tattoo.” I slid a finger down her skin, and she stiffened as my hand lingered above her waistband. I laughed. “I’m sure the guys have an opinion about your tattoos too. How about you, Rafe?”
“No opinion,” he murmured, looking away.
Despite his efforts, she drew his gaze back to her. Fucking hell, she drew everyone’s gaze. Mine included.
I barked a laugh, seeing now how to best make the man squirm. “Bullshit. Every guy here has an opinion about her. Right, guys?”
A roar went up around the common room.
I held up my hands until they quieted down. “Okay, okay. Now get the fuck out.”
Rafe started to leave along with the others, but I barked after him, “Not you.”
Graff’s eyes flashed up to meet my gaze.
“Or you,” I said.
I placed my finger at the tip of the princess’s ass crack, and she tensed, her spine rubbing against my finger. I could go a little deeper.
Adelina turned away from her uncle, her ire directed at me. I blew her a kiss.
Come on, princess , I thought. Show me your teeth. I want to play.
“I don’t think I should have an opinion,” said Rafe.
I rolled my eyes. “Apparently being a royal pain in my ass is a Parisi family trait.”
Rafe crossed his thick arms over his chest, and Adelina snorted.
“Fine, then you, Graff.” I faced my MC brother. “Tell me your opinion of my future bride.”
“She has her own opinions.” He lifted one brow but kept working. “And her own desires.”
“Neither of you are any fun.” I threw my hands up and paced, getting bored. “If the little princess has her own opinions, let’s ask her. Which one of the guys should we start you out on?” I returned and slid my finger down her crack in front of her uncle, watching and waiting for him to snap.
Adelina didn’t blink. “You’re going to pass me around regardless of what I say. What a piece of shit husband you’ll make.”
“Never set my sights on being a husband.” I shrugged nonchalantly, refusing to admit to the tight coil in my gut. “So why not share what’s mine?”
“Adelina,” Graff said quietly, “do you want that?”
Graff’s cheeks turned pink. It made him look like a teenage boy instead of his thirty-plus years. But sharing ran in the man’s blood, deeper than the casual fucks around our fires. He’d told me before that he’d never have a one-on-one relationship. That he wanted a woman who needed more. Someone who could own more than just his heart.
Was he seeing that in her?
Adelina scoffed at him. “Do I want to be used like a toilet seat? Fuck no.”
Graff returned his attention to his work. “That’s... not what I meant.”
This ought to be good. I plucked my finger from between her ass cheeks and leaned against the sofa, crossing my arms for the show. The only thing that might be better would be if I had a bucket of popcorn.
“Go on, Graff. Tell her what you did mean.”
“I’m curious if you’re open to polyamory.” The words came out as a near murmur.
I leaned an ear toward him. “I’m sorry. Come again.”
“You know what I said, asshole.”
I did, but it didn’t stop me from wanting to see him, or Adelina, writhe like a worm on a hook. Or Rafe, who was now staring longingly at the basement door.
“Maybe you should say it again for the little princess.” I watched for Adelina’s reaction, and her eyes were wide and curiously searching Graff’s face.
Our tattoo artist averted his eyes from hers and found me. “Maybe you should take your ass downstairs, Sas, and let Rafe beat the shit out of you again.”
“Honestly, you really know how to bring down the mood.”
His face turned to stone. “You already did that, Sas.”
Graff’s tattoos made him look tough, but we all had tattoos. The prospects had to hand themselves over to the needle before getting patched in. They needed to be marked like every bunny and old lady.
“I’m only getting the party started. Bring me a beer!” I called out to the now empty room, hoping Duchess would appear like she usually did.
No such luck.
Adelina murmured something to Graff that I couldn’t hear.
“What’s that, princess?” I asked.
Looking up at me, she made her voice bigger. “When are you getting your next tattoo? Your ink seems a bit... light.”
I drew my eyebrows together. “I don’t need another tattoo.”
“Don’t trust Graff? Or don’t like needles?” she asked.
Fuck, this woman could see into my soul, but I peeled back my cut and exposed my shoulder. It was tatted down to my elbow and across the top of my chest. “All prospects get their marks. I’m no exception. Go big or go home.”
Her hungry eyes roamed over the heavy black lines forming a tribal pattern over my chest and upper arm. Then she quirked one brow in a perfect arch, clearly unimpressed. “That’s it?”
“Every prospect has to face their strongest fears”—I hated being real like this, but she was squeezing it out of me like the last drops of juice from a dried out lemon—“and I never liked needles. One too many vaccines as a kid, you know. But Wilde made me face mine. Rafe, you never had to face yours. Maybe it’s time to start.”
He stared ahead, back in full Marine mode like nothing would phase him. Challenge fucking accepted.
Grabbing Adelina’s hair, I wrapped the strands around my fingers and forced her head back. Her skin was pulled taut across her neck. Her blue veins were exposed under her tanned skin.
Rafe sneered at me like I knew he would. His niece was his weakness, and I fully planned to exploit that. I laughed. And laughed some more.
He wore his heart on his sleeve. What a terrible spy.
“See, it’s things like that—family, love, whatever—that makes people weak,” I said as much to remind myself as to scold Rafe. “It’ll ruin you. Make you sad. You can say I think with my cock—fuck, many people say so—but I’m not risking myself for a piece of ass. There’s always another around the corner. Family, besides this brotherhood, is bullshit.”
“Am I not your brother?” asked Rafe.
Did he want to take a turn at his niece?
I hissed at him, “You’re Massimo’s bitch. A loyal little lapdog that should be put on a leash. If you were really my brother, I would share my future wife with you. Is that what you want, Rafe?” I tilted Adelina back a little further, and surprisingly, she bent.
She was more flexible than I guessed. Was she a dancer? A gymnast? I wanted to bend her more to see how far she could go before she broke.
“What about Graff?” asked Adelina.
“Hmm?” I questioned, brushing my thumb through her soft, silky hair.
“He’s your brother. Will you share me with him?” asked Adelina.
I laughed. “Yeah, princess. I would.”
“How so?” she asked, voice husky.
I stilled for a split second. Was she flirting with me? With us? Maybe she really was a bunny in princess skin. Perhaps she could be princess of the bunnies, ruling over them. Maybe they could then get their hair this silky and their skin just as soft. Good little whores for fucking.
Delicate.
Pretty little dolls for me to bend and break.
“Graff likes asses,” I said, “but I want to be the first to fuck your ass.” I bet she had never been touched there. I leaned down and whispered loudly in her ear, “There’s so many ways we could fuck you. Graff could have your tits, and I could use your mouth. I’ll bet those lips would look so pretty in red and wrapped around my cock.”
Something glinted in her eye. Fear? Anticipation? Want?
I licked my lips. “We could have you wherever. Whenever. And however we want.”
My cock twitched. It hadn’t done that around Adelina since I had her up against the wall, holding her hair very much like this. I noticed then how soft it was. How small she was. I had always towered over people, but this was different.
I wanted to grab her and pull her up until she couldn’t touch the ground. To throw her body around just to watch her bend. Salty tears could turn those dark lashes spiky, and she could beg for reprieve, but I would relish every last sob and plea.
I would soak up the feel of her nails scoring my skin until she drew blood. And then she would scream out my name or Graff’s or...
“You’re all finished, Adelina,” said Graff.
Releasing my hold from her hair, I dragged my gaze away from Adelina and said to Graff, “I thought you were just getting started.”
“No, we were close to done.” Graff stripped off his rubber gloves.
The dark lines wrapped into a flower—one of those fucking poisonous things we had out on the front of the clubhouse—on her red-tinged skin. It spread from her waist along her ribcage. I touched her skin around the stem, and Graff growled. But Adelina didn’t flinch. Didn’t even show an ounce of pain. Interesting.
Graff pulled out some goop and smeared it over his work then spread the clear, Saran Wrap–like bandage over the thing.
“Your father is going to have a heart attack,” said Rafe. “Worse, your mother...”
“She’ll scream. Cry. Pray for my soul,” listed Adelina, standing and slipping on her sweatshirt. “And I don’t really give a shit.”
I tried to catch a flash of her breasts, but she moved too quickly. Good thing I had a solid imagination. Or... I could always just rip it off her body and pull off her pants and shove my cock deep and hard into her—one thrust—just to hear her cry out. Damn, her screams would be music to my ears.
Maybe they would also shut down whatever it was about her that kept my attention like this. Fuck her. Get it over with. Move the fuck on.
“This will keep the area clean, and it’ll fill up with some plasma, but that’s nothing to worry about. We’ll change that bandage in two days,” said Graff.
Adelina reached for him, grabbed his chin between her thumb and forefinger, and smacked a kiss on his lips. “Thanks.” She then pulled away, a small smile lighting her face.
My cock hardened, and I curled my hands into fists, holding them down at my sides. Adelina did want him. They looked at each other like this was fucking Disney princess movie. But she was my fiancé, and there would be no happy endings for her. None of us who lived this life got any kind of sappy happily ever after.
“Go fuck him, princess,” I snarled at Adelina, motioning to Graff. “Let every one of my brothers take their turns.”
I stalked past her as Graff called out, “Veep!” He should’ve stopped yelling after me and taken his chance to fuck her.
Adelina must not have liked the thought because she followed me. Her tiny legs rushed to keep up. I already moved quickly, so she had to take three steps to my one. When I rounded a corner, I caught her disgruntled face. Her anger was so adorable. Now that she wasn’t under Graff, she was willing to fight.
Come and get me, princess , I thought, walking into my bedroom off the back hall. I caught the door with my hand, and turned the knob, thinking what a joy it would be to slam it in her face. But she caught me off guard and rammed her elbows into my back.
Fuck being tall when it threw me off balance. I had a higher center of gravity, and she was built like a miniature tank. I tripped into my room, just barely catching myself before I landed on my knees. Spinning around, I bared my teeth to tell her off, but she was closing the door behind her. Stupid little girl, locking herself inside the cage with a beast.
She wanted to play a game, and I was going all the fuck in.
I grabbed her and threw her against the wall.