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stood on my tippy toes to whisper in his ear. “Your little game is going to cost you, Caleb. I hope your bank account is bigger than your dick.”
“I’m the only woman who gets to model for you, Callahan,”
He knocked my hand away when I reached for the garment before getting down on a knee in front of me. My mouth went dry as he instructed me to step into the thong, trailing his fingers up the outer part of my legs as he pulled the fabric up over my hips.
“You’re so fucking wet for me, wife. Say my name louder so they know I’m bringing your pussy pleasure.”
AM I INTO THIS? SHIT, I THINK I AM
“If you flirt with my husband again, I’ll rip out your tongue,”
“And if you don’t push off their advances, I’ll cut off your balls.”
I respectfully—but firmly—disagreed with anyone who felt being on your knees in front of a man was a position of weakness. I’d argue that someone with that opinion had never had a dick in their mouth before, because on my knees was when I was my most powerful.
“I want you to run.” I moaned as his teeth latched on to my flesh. “I’m too worked up. First the dressing room, and now this. I need an outlet. Since you didn’t let me kill him, I’m going to give you a five-second head start, and then I’m going to come after you, Scar,” he said against my neck, his hands digging into my hips as his cock hardened against my ass.
“I owe you nothing. Not my name. Not my attention. And sure as fuck not my politeness,” I bit out. Men like him preyed on women who’d been told “don’t be a bitch.” That term had been used to shrink women for so long that some still believed the lie. Be a bitch. Eat the ones who want to prey on you.
“When did you get married?” he asked, amusement in his tone as he trailed his eyes down my body, lingering on the black lace bodysuit I wore. “And can it be annulled? Because it’s hard to find a bloodthirsty woman like you.”
“Choo, choo,”
“Except around schools,” I said, uncaring about what the three men thought about it. “That includes the high schools,” Kenji added.
“Too bad we’ve got places to be. So put the helmet on and plaster that pussy to the back of my ass cheeks.”
Remaining anonymous and lurking in the shadows had a lot of advantages. But I was well known when I stepped into certain circles. Or cages. That was how Ryan and I had met—in the illegal fight circuit. I was working a job out in Arizona, and my mark was supposed to be at a fight night held by Los Muertos. The only way in was to enter the bracket.
The bitch still jokes that I owe her half my winnings. She didn’t realize it was all set up in an account for her for when she was finally ready to get out from under that fucker Mario.
“Damn, woman. I don’t think I ever want to ride that bike without you.”
“How about next time I drive, and you can plaster your dick against my ass cheeks?”
“I’d love to do things with my dick and your ass.”
“Stick close to me, okay? This is a rough crowd you’re going to be around.” His eyes dipped to my sports bra, and he groaned. “And for the love of all things sinful, if anyone asks if you belong to someone, you fucking do. Got it? You belong to me, and I’ll carve their eyes out for looking.”
“Oh, babe, he wants the best for his wife. Who do you think sent you with me tonight? Caleb is very in favor of you being taken care of,”
“Even if being taken care of means letting you have a dick for every hole to make sure you’re feeling full.”
“I have my own fucking money, asshole. I don’t need him spending money on me.”
“And new, Kenji the Reaper Jirocho.”
“I want you to make me feel, Kenji.”
The rush of violence was something no drug could recreate, and I had a feeling violence with Kenji was about to become my favorite high.
“Mine. You’re mine, Scar.”
“Oh, I’m going to lick something.”
He didn’t give me a chance to answer as he slammed his lips on mine, diving his tongue inside. Claiming me in front of the crowd of people. His hands kneaded my ass as he flipped us around so his back was to the cage. Our kisses were as brutal as our fight, tongues lashing out as we nipped and bit. I was so lost in lust that I barely felt the two taps he gave my ass. I didn’t even fucking care that he’d thrown the fight. Nothing mattered other than this man.
I’LL SINK TO MY KNEES FOR HER LIKE A GOOD BOY
“No, I’m thinking about sinking to my knees and lapping up that cunt like a good fucking boy,”
GRAY SWEATPANTS AND DICKPRINTS ARE TO WOMEN WHAT TITS ARE TO MEN
“Fucking go, Kenji. I can’t shoot if I’m facing the other way,” I said, firing off two more rounds down the dark alley. His chest rumbled with laughter as the tires squealed, the back end of the bike fishtailing as it tried to gain purchase on the pavement.
Gray sweatpants and dickprints were to women what tits were to men.
“Oh, husband. Having a cock in my mouth puts me in a position of power.” Her eyes drifted toward Kenji and Niko, who both had their dicks fisted in their hands. “You should try it sometime. There are enough cocks to go around.”
“You fucking brat,” I said, shaking my head. Before I knew what was happening, she slammed into me, knocking me on my ass as her hand grasped my jaw. She pried my mouth open and spit my release into my mouth, then shoved her tongue inside. “Like the way you taste?” she asked against my lips.
If I hadn’t already made her my wife, I’d be getting on my knees and proposing right that fucking moment. It was time to execute our plans, because I wasn’t going to lose this woman to her fucking uncle or our fathers.
“I’m a dumbass, Scar. I’ve always held on to the belief that I couldn’t love a woman because women can’t handle this life. That I would lose someone again because of that.”
“You’ve always been fierce and capable, and it fucked me up that the only woman who could soothe my fears shares the same last name with a man I hate. But I don’t give a fuck what your last name is. You’re fucking mine, and I’m yours if you’ll have me,”
“On all fours, wife. I want to eat this pussy from behind.”
“Fuck me hard enough that it’s your name I yell out. I have a few to choose from.”
Her vigilante justice started long before we met, but her reputation in Tucson as La Brujita de Los Muertos began the night she and I killed that asshole. She gained a nickname on the streets, and I garnered a reputation for not being fucked with. No one bothered my section of this alley. And there sure as hell were no more attacks unless I was holding the blade.
“Dile hola a diablo para mi.” “Say hello to the Devil for me,”
“Come on, follow me. And ignore my pest problem. I keep trying to exterminate them, but they continue to come back like roaches. Or psycho criminals.”
He could be an agent or some shit. If he was, though, he’d be undercover because Ryan wouldn’t have shit to do with him.
The man was fucking hung even when not hard.
“Hell no. We’re going to gut my family.” He pointed the finger at Niko. “His too.”
Arriba, abajo, al centro y pa’ dentro,”
“Hey,” Caleb placed a hand on his shoulder, “she’s going to be fine. She’s fucking Cain. She lives for this shit.”
GET YOUR TISSUES OUT, OR NOT. MAYBE YOU DON’T CRY EITHER.
