UNCHAIN ME: SAVAGE BEAST MC 3

by Faiman, Hayley

  I stare at the closed door wondering what I’m supposed to do next.

  DRAGON

  Leaving her in my office, I let out an exhale as soon as the door slams behind me. Fuck. I’ve never wanted inside of a woman so badly in my entire goddamn life, not since I was a virgin and laying my first pipe.

  Walking over to the bar, I rap my knuckles against the top and wait for the prospect to appear. “Bottle,” I growl as soon as he shows up.

  Without a word, he slams the bottle of tequila down in front of me. Tugging the cork out of it, I lift the entire bottle to my lips and suck back a swig. There’s a presence beside me and I don’t even have to turn my head to know that it’s Wolfe.

  “You ain’t keeping her here,” he states.

  Nothing makes me want to do something more than someone telling me that I fucking can’t do it. Without even looking over at him, I take another pull from the tequila bottle, foregoing a chaser.

  “I’ll do whatever the fuck I want. I’m the goddamn president,” I bark.

  Wolfe snorts, the sound causes me to turn my neck and look over at him. His eyes narrow on me and a smug look appears on his face.

  “Unless you brand her, she’s gonna be a whore, right? You ain’t changing rules to suit your needs, are you, Pres,” he sneers.

  “Why? You want first go at her?” I ask, arching a brow.

  He shakes his head, his cocky as fuck grin growing wider as he leans forward. “Already spent the night with her, Dragon. Had my fill, a little gift from Santoro. Don’t want her little ass here, send her the fuck back where she came from.”

  Instead of punching him square in the jaw, I bring the tequila bottle up to my lips again, without breaking eye contact, I take another drink. He is the one to turn his head first. I grunt with the small victory. I’ll always be the alpha, no matter who I’m up against.

  “You want her again, fuckin’ go for it. I meant what I said. Any woman staying under this roof without a brand is a whore. That includes her,” I state, pushing off of the bar.

  “You’re fucking cold, Dragon,” he says.

  I shrug. He’s right, after all. I have to be cold. Rules are rules and if I break them for convenience, then they’ll all think that they can too. Wolfe walks away from me. I know he won’t fuck her, not with Esther in his bed. He’s so far gone for that woman, there is no way in fuck he’ll stick his dick anywhere else.

  “Brought her here for a reason, Dragon,” Jaguar’s voice says from behind me.

  Without turning toward him, I ask him why. “What’s the reason? Explain that shit to me,” I demand.

  He clears his throat as the office door opens and I watch her take a step into the dark hall. “Thought you’d like that in your bed. Thought that sweet appearance she has, the softness that is obviously lurking beneath her was something you could use. Whoring her out is cold. You know where she’s coming from.”

  His words make me feel like shit, but I don’t tell him that. “She should be used to it, then. I’ll fuck her some time I’m sure. See if she’s as sweet as the promise of her.”

  “You’re a cold bastard,” Jaguar growls.

  Turning my head over my shoulder, I look back at him. “You’re a pussy.” I watch as his face turns red, but I ignore him and stand to my feet before I continue. “You want Della as your own, take her. You don’t, then you’re gonna have to let her ass go. She’s a good lay, man. I get it. Might be a pussy for her too if I wanted to keep that snatch in my bed more frequently.”

  Jaguar stands quickly, pushing the stool he was sitting on to the ground. His eyes alight with a fire that I’ve never seen before.

  Fuck me, he’s in love with the whore.

  He better get a lockdown on that, because that fucking shit will eat a man up and spit him out before he’s realized what’s happened. All he has to do is ask Silver.

  Jag stomps away, obviously pissed off, but fuck if I care. I speak the truth and sometimes the truth fucking hurts. Della is good in bed, she likes sex and she has no problem taking what any one of us gives her. He doesn’t like that, that’s between them.

  “Who do I fuck first?” a voice asks from behind me.

  Turning around, I look down into the blue eyes of the woman who has me gripping this bottle of tequila in my grasp too damn tightly.

  I open my mouth to tell her to go back to my office when my own voice betrays me. “Me, Fragolina,” I rasp with a sway.

  Bringing the bottle to my lips again, I keep my gaze on hers as she slowly sinks to her knees. In the middle of the bar, my brothers around, watching and curious about this new piece, she reaches for my pants.

  My cock goes from semi-erect to hard as fucking nails as soon as her fingers unbutton the top button of my jeans. Lowering my eyes, I continue to watch her as she unzips my jeans and tugs them and my underwear down just enough to free my cock.

  Her small hand wraps around my length and slowly strokes me. I lick my lips, watching her, waiting for her strawberry lips to wrap around me, knowing that sinking down her throat is going to feel like goddamn heaven on earth.

  Bellarosa’s lips part and her tongue licks the head of my cock, then swirls the tip. She licks the entire underside of my cock before she swallows me whole.

  My eyes widen in surprise as my balls rest against her chin. Her nostrils flare as she breathes through them, her eyes on me and nowhere else. Fuck. I’ve never had a woman take me whole this way before. Sure, I forced Journee to, but not because she wanted it, because she pissed me off and it was a way to punish her.

  This is different.

  Bellarosa is different.

  Lifting my free hand, I tangle my fingers in the back of her hair and I slowly pull out of her throat until just the tip of my cock is against her plump lips. She opens her mouth wide, her tongue flat and I take that as an invitation to sink down her throat again.

  I fuck her mouth slowly, my eyes never leaving hers, my fingers tangled in her hair. The room could fucking disappear around us in a nuclear bomb and I wouldn’t even know it.

  Her blue eyes never leave mine, not when my thrusts begin to quicken. Not when tears well in her eyes and fall down her pretty bare cheeks.

  She doesn’t even break eye contact when I bury myself completely down her throat and come, my orgasm taking over my entire body as I jerk and my cock twitches. In fact, she stays exactly where she is until my balls are empty. Then, she sucks me a few more times, before she shifts off of my dick, then licks me completely clean.

  I hear someone whistle behind me and I know without a doubt that more than one man is thinking about the blow job that she’s going to give them. Something I’m not sure I can fucking allow, now that I’ve had her.

  Pulling my pants over my hips, I tuck my cock back into them before quickly zipping my zipper. Reaching down, I wrap my hand around Bellarosa’s wrist and tug her to her feet. Then, without thinking, I bend slightly and shove my shoulder in her belly before lifting her as I straighten to my full height.

  Ignoring the catcalls, I march out of the bar area and straight toward the bedroom that I keep here for myself.

  Chapter Six

  BELLAROSA

  I’m still trying to catch my breath when I’m thrown over Dragon’s shoulder and marched out of the room. There are dozens of eyes on me, I can feel them searing through my clothes, wishing to get to see a piece of me. It shouldn’t bother me, not in the slightest, but it does.

  My start at a new life has failed miserably.

  The noise fades away and then I hear a door slam as my body is being tossed through the air. I land on a bed, bouncing a couple of times as I attempt to gather my bearings and my breath.

  “Fuck, do you know what you just did out there?” Dragon’s angry voice demands.

  Lifting my eyes from my legs, I look up at him. His eyes are full of fire, they’re bright and angry as they look at me. I lick my lips, my gaze traveling down to the still open button of his pants.

  “I di
d exactly what you wanted. I whored for you,” I whisper.

  He snorts, and I lift my eyes to watch him shake his head a couple of times. He lifts his hand, running his fingers through his hair. “That’s not what you did and you fuckin’ know it, girl.”

  It’s partially what I did, but he’s right, it’s not all that I did. “I gave them a show,” I exhale.

  “Fuck yeah you did. Now, every single one of my brothers wants their dick sucked by you, and if I allowed it, they’d all be lining up outside my door to wait their turn,” he growls.

  I bite my bottom lip, attempting to look innocent as I widen my eyes and look up at him. He rolls his eyes, taking a step toward me. My breath hitches when he bends slightly, placing his fists in the mattress next to my hips.

  “Playing with fire around here will get you burnt, Fragolina. Watch yourself,” he warns.

  “I’m already charred, Drago. No need to warn me further. There isn’t much left of me.”

  Dragon flinches, though he tries to hide it and recovers quickly. His nose practically touches mine, then he tilts his head slightly and slides his nose alongside my own. I can’t control the goosebumps that break out over my skin from his light brush.

  His lips are so close to mine, but he doesn’t kiss me, instead he moves so that his mouth is next to my ear. My eyes flutter closed as my breathing turns into light pants. He hums, then finally speaks.

  “You want to be burned, Bellarosa? Fuck, baby, I’ll burn you so goddamn good,” he rasps, his breath washing over me, causing my spine to tingle.

  One of his hands slides around my neck, his fingers tangling in my hair. He tugs my head back, arching my neck and exposes me to him. His mouth moves down the column of my neck, licking and sucking on my skin until he reaches the swell of my breast.

  “Drago,” I hum.

  He grunts, his teeth nipping my breast. “I’m going to fuck you, baby,” he warns.

  I should tell him no. I should say a lot of things, but nothing comes out, because I want him to fuck me. I want more of his mouth on me. I want his thick cock inside of me.

  I want him to burn me.

  I don’t know what tomorrow will bring, if he’ll whore me to his club or send me back to Gavino, but I know that right now none of it matters. Nothing matters but his body against my own.

  The hand not in my hair tugs at the hem of my shirt as he lifts his head from my chest. Raising my arms, he releases my hair only long enough to pull my shirt from my torso. His fingers tug the cups of my bra down next. I let out a gasp when his mouth wraps around one of my nipples almost immediately.

  I’ve never had sex without a full report of likes and dislikes of the client before. I don’t know how to act with him, and the funny thing, he’s not giving me even a second to think about it, either.

  He’s in control of this, of us, and I close my eyes as one of my hands dives into his hair, holding his wicked mouth against my breast. His teeth gently bite my nipple, tugging on me. I arch my back, enjoying the sweet sensation of slight pain as he pulls.

  My fingers tighten in his thick black hair. One of his hands leaves my other breast and travels down my stomach until it’s between my legs. His fingers stroke over the center of my jeans causing me to whimper, wishing that the thick material wasn’t between us.

  “Fuck,” he hisses after releasing my nipple. “I can feel your wet pussy soaking through your jeans,” he points out.

  My face heats from his observation. He chuckles, dropping to his knees in front of me. Never has a man been on his knees, facing me. The only time I’ve known one to be on his knees is when I’m being fucked from behind.

  His fingers tug the button of my jeans, releasing it before he slowly draws the zipper down. “Drago,” I breathe.

  “Fuck,” he curses. “Always call me Drago, baby.”

  Once he has my jeans and panties down and tossed somewhere on the floor, he wraps his hands around the inside of my knees. He leans in, and his eyes, they stay completely focused on my own when he inhales my pussy.

  “You even smell expensive, Fragolina.”

  His tongue snakes out before I can ask him what that means, or get annoyed with what I think I know what the meaning is. He licks my entire slit, then his tongue swirls around my clit. He flicks me a few times, then draws my clit between his lips, sucking on me. He flicks me with his tongue while he sucks, his eyes looking nowhere but at my own.

  Gone are thoughts of anything else. The entire world melts away as he fucks me with his delicious tongue. Sliding my fingers through his hair, I hold on to him with both hands, grinding my pussy against his face.

  I’m so close, my breathing is ragged, my eyes fighting to stay open as the sensation of my impending orgasm climbs closer and closer toward the edge. I’m going to fall over and when I do, it’s going to be spectacular.

  He hums, his teeth scraping my clit at the same time two fingers enter me. He fucks my pussy with his fingers, his tongue focusing on my clit and that is when I tumble over the edge.

  “Drago,” I cry, uncaring of how loud I am.

  He growls, his tongue continuing to lap my slit as I slowly relax my tight muscles and release his hair from my firm grip. Slowly I fall backward until my back hits the mattress.

  Drago crawls up the bed, his hips between my thighs and I whimper as I feel his cock slide through my slick center, the head touching my sensitive clit.

  I don’t know when he lost his pants, I don’t care either. All I know is that my pulsing pussy needs him to fill it. I need it more than I’ve ever needed anything in my life. Beyond all of that, I simply just want it. I want him.

  DRAGON

  Lining up my cock with her center, I groan when I feel her wetness, she’s so goddamn ready I want to cry. Slowly, I guide myself inside of her wet heat. Dipping my chin, I catch her gaze with my own. Her blue eyes look up at me, her lips parted in awe.

  Wrapping one of my hands around her hip, I grip her shoulder with the other as I sink completely inside of her. I grit my teeth together, closing my eyes when I’m buried to the hilt inside of her warm cunt.

  “Drago,” she breathes.

  Her soft voice does something to me, it breaks a bit of the rock wall away from my chest. Fuck. Fucking fuck. Without a word, I keep my grasp firm on her hip and shoulder. I don’t look away from her, I hold her blue gaze and I fuck her.

  There is nothing soft and sweet about the strength of my hips slamming into her, the way her body jerks or her small tits bounce with each thrust. Bellarosa widens her legs, allowing me more room, more leverage.

  I let out a groan as I grip her a little tighter. She’ll be wearing my bruises later and I honestly don’t give a good goddamn, I hope everyone sees them.

  “Put your shins against my chest,” I demand as sweat breaks out against my forehead and chest.

  Bellarosa does exactly as asked, with zero question. The shift of her body causes me to sink just a little deeper into her. I bite back my groan, sinking my teeth in my bottom lip and tasting the copper tang of blood when I do.

  “More,” she whispers.

  I grunt, shaking my head. “Gonna hurt you.”

  Her hands slide up my chest, through the hair there, her fingers gripping my shoulders as she lifts her hips. “Please, Drago. Hurt me,” she murmurs.

  “Fuck,” I hiss.

  I pull completely out of her, wrapping my hands around her waist and flipping her over onto her stomach. Moving my own body, I stand by the edge of the bed as I reach forward, gripping her hips. Tugging her backward, I pull her against my dick, entering her in one swift move.

  Bellarosa’s arms are straight in front of her, grasping the sheets, her back arches as she gives me more of her cunt and ass, purring like a fucking beautiful pussycat. My fingers dig into the flesh at her hips and I push her forward then pull her back, flexing my hips to meet the stroke.

  “Yes,” she hisses.

  She keeps her body loose, pliable, she’s so fucking good
at being fucked. I can’t even close my eyes to enjoy the moment, I’m too busy focusing on the way my cock slams inside of her over and over again.

  I glisten with her wetness, her cunt flutters with each thrust, attempting to keep me planted deep. Fuck that. I’m going to pound into her for as long as humanly goddamn possible.

  “I’m coming. Oh God, I’m coming,” she cries sounding surprised as her pussy clamps down around me, her release washing over her a second time.

  I don’t stay inside, I don’t slow down, I continue to fuck her through her cries that turn to screams. Reaching around her hip, my fingers find her clit and I begin to stroke her. Her screams turn to loud sobs as I firmly rub circles against her clit.

  “Too, much,” she exhales.

  “Not enough,” I growl, not stopping, in fact, it only makes me want to do it harder, faster—more.

  She whimpers, her body starts to shake and then her head flies back, along with her mass of dark hair and she cries out, again. Sliding my hand up her back, I shift it around her neck and I tug her up so that her back is against my chest. I continue to strum her clit as I thrust up inside of her.

  Turning my head, I press my lips against the side of her neck, my body sweaty and my back tingling as my balls draw up and threaten to empty inside of her.

  “I can’t. I can’t. I can’t,” she chants, her lips touching my ear, her breath washing over my skin.

  I grunt, my fingers working harder and faster, then I pinch her and she gasps as if she can’t fucking breathe. Her cunt clamps down around me again as she comes a third time.

  It feels too good, so fucking amazing that I lose my shit right there, I thrust inside of her one more time and roar against her neck as I empty my balls deep inside of her sweet pussy.

  Her body trembles as I hold her to my chest. Slowly, I release her, slipping from inside of her and wishing immediately that I could bury my dick back in its newfound home. She falls onto the bed in a heap of boneless muscle, sweat, and dark brown hair.