Chapter 24
Chapter Twenty-Four
SAS
Kaos was one well-trained whore. Her cunt and ass might be loose, but her throat made up for it. I pumped into her mouth to the beat of the music blasting over the speakers, riding out my ecstasy, and she swirled her tongue as she moaned. Vibrations she created ripped through the sensitive underside of my cock. No matter how far I jammed myself into Kaos’s throat, she always took me whole and never gagged.
Harder and faster, I forced my cock down her throat until she couldn’t breathe and tears painted black streaks down her cheeks. Yet her eyes still sparkled with lust as the huge bonfire reflected in their dull depths.
The bright pink lipstick also smeared across one of her cheeks. Definitely not a color I wanted wrapped around my dick, but she was talented enough at this particular job.
A good little cum slut, who would take every inch of my cock and then every ounce of my cum. And then Kaos would beg for more until her stomach bloated—protein rich dinner right there.
With my hands holding her head still, I jackhammered my hips into her mouth, reaching for that release so I could toss her to the rest of the prospects and relax. The orgasm I was chasing, though, seemed to run and hide. Each time that build started in my balls, something distracted me.
If I closed my eyes, the brown-eyed images made this blowjob seem all sorts of fucked up, so I had to watch what was going on at my groin.
Just as the ecstasy started to grow, the roar of a motorcycle cut through the party already in full swing.
“Goddamnit!” I swore and thrusted again.
Sweetbutts were all over the men, and some of the prospects were passing coke around like candy. My brothers were all here, so who the fuck was late to the party? A guy and his bitch, apparently. But then the girl pulled off her helmet, not pink this time, and her dark hair bounced around her shoulders.
“Fuck!”
Adelina had come.
My balls drew up at the sight of her.
And her uncle.
I hadn’t extended an invitation, yet they joined like they owned the place. Especially as she pulled out her cell phone, pointed it at me, and smirked.
“Fuck.” I ripped my cock out of the warm and wet hole and shoved it painfully back into my jeans.
Kaos fell to her hands, no longer balancing on me, and coughed. Spittle and cum drooled onto the sand.
“Ow! Sas, what’s going on?” she said, her voice hoarse.
I didn’t stop to listen to her whine as I marched toward Adelina. My mail-order bride’s eyes went wide, the same way they had when she asked if it would hurt.
My cock ached with how close I’d been to getting off, and the thought of slamming it down Adelina’s throat instead made it kick against my fly. Especially with how her perfectly red lips spread into a devious smile.
Rather than answering to my dick, I snarled at her, then leveled my voice and said, “Wipe that know-it-all smile off your pretty little face.”
“Pretty, huh?” She smirked.
The problem was, I couldn’t decide if I would slap it off or drag her down until her lips could do what they were intended to do. Candy-apply red on my dick?
Now that was my color.
Adelina flipped her hair over her shoulder. “I can’t wait to see my father tomorrow, Sas. I’m sure he’ll have a lot to say about this picture.”
What a brat. I lunged toward her, intent on grabbing the phone and smashing it to bits. But Graff and Rafe made a human blockade in front of her. Where the fuck had Graff come from? He was too sweet on her, and it made him weak.
“Show him then.” I shrugged. “It won’t change shit. You’ll get a different husband and me... well, I’ll be free.” Now I was finding a good reason to smile.
Maybe I should’ve finished in Kaos’s mouth.
“Anyone”—she pushed between Rafe and Graff’s shoulders—“and I do mean anyone, Sas, is better than you.”
I laughed because it was so adorable of her. So innocent and fucking na?ve.
“Some of them are.” I clapped Graff on the shoulder. “Most of them aren’t.”
The virgin Mafia princess thought that I was the worst thing she could get, and that shit was laughable. I had stopped myself the other night from ripping into her pussy and leaving her bleeding on the bed. I gave that safety to her.
A gift.
But maybe I had been wrong to.
Bitches like her needed to be taught a lesson.
With my other hand, I motioned to my brothers who were chasing coke whores and getting fucked by random cunts and mouths. A few of my brothers were strung out too, enjoying part of what we found in the warehouse.
Adelina seemed to have a cracked idea in her head that we were good men. A few of us, perhaps, but the good ones had their old ladies. The others—Graff included—were just getting their toes wet on what it meant to be in the MC.
“Sas,” said Graff, and I pushed him toward Adelina.
Graff tumbled straight into Rafe, who caught him. Adelina had to jump out of the way before being stampeded by them. She looked frazzled for a split second.
Good, I wanted her scared.
“Ask your father for Graff,” I said and strolled away.
Hopefully, Adelina would just pop her cherry on Graff’s cock and be done with it. Then she could be clingy and shit with him instead of me. He could have her for his whore, and I could have my own. Thinking of Kaos.. .
“Where the fuck is Kaos?” I shouted to the party.
I squinted into the darkened night, looking at where I had left her on her hands and knees, or where I thought I left her. The coke was starting to mess with my head.
Furiously, I blinked as the flames rose from the bonfire, heat spitting across my skin. Then someone called out. I turned, thinking Finally, Kaos . Instead, some other goddamn bastards had infiltrated our fucking bonfire.
The Rojas brothers parked their janky tricked-out car by the line of motorcycles, blasting heavy bass from their speakers. My brothers tapped the whores out, and they all basically ran from the oncoming trouble.
A chill had settled over the bonfire as the Rojas brothers climbed out of their car. I wanted a fight or a fuck, anything to get a little relief from all the shit I’d been dealing with. But the Rojas brothers probably weren’t here to fight. And I couldn’t deal with the dick-measuring contest when business needed to be attended to.
I stalked toward them, wondering what other fucktards were going to crash my party tonight. “The fuck you doing here?”
Cazador spread his hands as he sauntered forward. “Didn’t think to invite us? I’m... disappointed.”
He scanned the party as his brothers trailed at his heel.
All three of them swept the area with their eyes, somehow narrowing on the sweetbutts who’d gathered behind the row of bikers. They had created a wall, ready to take on an army. The Rojas brothers didn’t stand a chance. Any backup they might’ve had was far out of the canyon.
We could kill them here and bury their bodies. I was starting to like the idea when...
“Hey, chica,” said Cazador, casting his sick gaze between Graff and Rafe.
Adelina.
The two other Rojas brothers turned toward her like hyenas. Matching dangerous lights glinted in their eyes.
I cut into their line of sight. “I said, what are you doing here? We didn’t invite your asses. You ain’t wanted.”
“This isn’t private property,” said Cazador, holding out his hands like he was daring me for a fight.
“It is.” I stomped toward him, and he balled his hands into fists. I didn’t throw a punch. “But I’m not about to bother with authorities.” I palmed my gun. “Our meeting’s not until tomorrow. You’ll get your shit then.”
“I assume you have it all if you’re throwing such a party,” said Cazador, “with such pretty girls.” He winked at Adelina.
Why the fuck was he paying attention to her?
I glanced over my shoulder. She was the prettiest thing here with tits, so that had to be it. But where the fuck did the murderous rage building inside me come from. I’d just been ready to throw her away, now I needed.. .
What?
To fucking protect her?
Nah. That was Rafe’s job.
Facing Cazador, I crossed my arms over my chest, gun still in hand. “Leave.”
I wouldn’t ask again.
“Don’t you think it’s premature to be partying?” asked Cazador, his voice too amused for my liking. “You could’ve always paid us off tonight to get us off your back.”
I barked a laugh. “I’m not concerned about you.”
The brothers chuckled, and Cazador pursed his lips and nodded slowly. “You put on a good show, but I know you better than you think, Tate.”
Great, he fucking knew my name. I didn’t blink. It appeared he knew more about me than I would like.
“Perhaps I should say hello to your future missus.” Cazador waved and craned his neck to look over my shoulder. “Adelina Parisi. How’s your father?”
I aimed my gun, and his two brothers stepped closer, drawing their weapons too. I could feel the ground tremble from my brothers moving closer behind my back.
“Rafe,” Adelina whispered, “give me a gun.”
Jerking my head to the side, I hissed at her, “Shut the fuck up. Graff, move her away.”
This could be a bloodbath, and if we risked her life, we’d have to face both the cartel and Don Parisi.
Cazador smirked at me. “She’s pretty.”
It was wrong to call her pretty. Adelina Parisi was gorgeous. Graff had talked about her face enough for me to know how symmetrical it was—whatever that meant. But even I couldn’t miss—no matter how I tried—how gorgeous she was.
Her features were dainty and pure, like white silk or a fine China. And her sassy, know-it-all attitude made her spicy.
Sexy as fuck.
“What’s her cunt taste like?” Cazador licked his lips.
I stiffened, taking a step forward, still aiming my gun and in the sights of the other Rojas brothers’ muzzles too. I didn’t give a shit though as I said, “Erase that idea from your pea brain, Caz.”
He laughed. “Come now, Tate. No reason to be high-strung. I’m sure she could take two of us. A princess like her needs to be pampered.”
Yeah, Adelina could take Graff and me at the same time. We would stretch her. Make her cry. Make her come. Make her curse us and make her pray to us like we were her gods.
But I’d be rotting in the fucking ground before Caz and either the phantom or Acero had a go at her. I would never share my pussy—especially my premium pussy—with these cartel motherfuckers.
“Chica!” Cazador took a step to the side, inching toward Adelina, and Graff and Rafe moved in front of her like her personal bodyguards. “Oh, come on! Don’t play like that. We only want a little fun.”
“You’ll get the payment tomorrow,” I growled. “Get the fuck out of my party and tell el Tigre.”
Cazador stopped calling to her, but when he looked at me, his smile had only grown. “Careful, Tate. I’m starting to think you like Adelina.”
I rolled my eyes. “What I don’t fucking like is you ruining my high or blocking me from getting my cock sucked.”
He lifted his hands to the sides. “I respect that, man. Anything for a blow job. Let’s go, hermanos.”
The three of them started back to their car as I ground my teeth. Pain shot up my jaw. I didn’t release my bite or move until dirt kicked up from their tires. They headed out the way they came in, but I doubted they would be gone for long. And when they returned, it wouldn’t just be for the money, but for Adelina.
Fucking cartels.
Bitches.
All these bastards up my fucking ass.
“Adelina!” I stomped toward her. “Come here!”
Rafe put an arm out to stop her, but she ducked away from him. She didn’t realize how deep she was now. Not just with me but with the cartel.
I should blister her ass for the trouble she was causing.
She sauntered up to me, opening her mouth, but I latched a hand on to her wrist and pulled her toward the motorcycles.
“Hey, let go!” She tried to pry off my fingers, but I tightened my grip.
“You’re riding back with me,” I said.
“The fuck I am!” She dug her heels into the canyon soil, only kicking up dust.
I threw her forward, and she tripped, nearly sprawling out on the dirt.
“Sas, don’t!” Graff called out.
Rafe darted around me to help her up.
The party was over, and my brothers needed to get the sweetbutts out of here, clean up, and get the fuck back to the clubhouse. I didn’t have to call out an order based on how they moved.
“Sas!” Graff ran up to me and snagged the gun from my hand. “Calm the fuck down.”
“You want her in your bitch seat instead?” I towered over him.
Graff would be the one to fuck Adelina, but I doubted he’d knock any kind of sense into her. No, this was looking like it would be my job.
“Get back to the clubhouse now,” I ordered him.
I grabbed Adelina as she fought me. It was cute because her short arms couldn’t reach. If I wasn’t trying to save her ass, maybe I would’ve laughed, but the flailing had to stop. I bent, dragging her arm around my neck and throwing her over my shoulder.
“Put me down!” She swung, knocking her arms and legs into me. Her little fists beat against my back.
The pain was almost nonexistent.
“Let me go!” She stiffened into a board on my shoulder, so I smacked her solidly against the ass.
“You... you insolent ass!” she said, her voice low and full of venom.
Chuckling, I slammed her pretty tush down on my bike. “Big words, princess.”
“Insolent is not a big word, you oaf.” She slid off, her body coiled to run.
But I still had my hand on her arm, and I ripped her back. She yelped. I couldn’t give two shits if her shoulder came out of its socket. I needed to get her virgin pussy out of here and she wasn’t helping.
I planted my hands in the curve between her ribs and hips and lifted her so easily back onto my bitch seat. “Sit the fuck down and shut up before I gag you.”
She gulped in air but didn’t slide back off.
“You wouldn’t.”
“Test me, princess.” Reaching around her, I grabbed bungee cords from my saddlebags and tightened them around her waist and hands.
Adelina’s fingers turned pale, and her eyes widened. And...she didn’t say anything else. Instead, she nibbled on her bottom lip.
“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me. This turns you on?”
“Sas,” she said in a small gasp bleeding with want.
I didn’t answer, but my cock twitched. Only, I told myself, because I had blue balls right now since I hadn’t gotten to blow my load. Absolutely not because I wanted to bury it deep in her tight pussy.
Swinging my leg over the seat, I sank down. Adelina pressed her body against mine, but she was strapped to the seat. She wouldn’t fall—she just purposefully got closer to me until her hot breath tickled the crook of my neck.
Her head fit perfectly there.
Too perfectly. I took off.