Page 71 of Property of Legend

His eyes flash.The wild thing’s wide awake, now.

“You claimed me once, didn’t you?”Pressing, my eyes gleamed.“Said I was yours.”

“I meant it,” he growls.“Still do.”

“Really?Could’ve fooled me.”I raise my brow.

His brows furrow.

What I’m doing doesn’t make a lick of sense.Here I’m fighting a man I miss more than anything.Acting out like a child, but I can’t stop myself.

In for a penny in for a pound.

“That was claiming me?That soft little moment on silk in the dark?Sugar, you treated me like glass.I’m not fragile.I’m strong like that bourbon you drink like water.Sturdy.Sharp.I burn down the throat and have had men better than you begging for more.”

His chest rises fast now, hands twitching at his sides.I’m getting under his skin.

“You wanna know the truth, Legend?”I lean in close enough that our mouths almost touch.He’s still seated after all.“I like whips.Chains.To be tied up.Owned.And if you ain’t willing to show me a real good time… There are a dozen bikers in this room with a length of rope and nothing better to do.Hell, I have plenty of ridin’ crops.”

The growl he lets out is pure hellfire.

He bolts up and grabs the rope off the bar.It all happens so fast, I can only figure, Darla fetched it for him.She’s smiling at me like she knows what’s coming, and I ain’t gonna like it.

“You wanna be treated like just another club bunny?Like one of the whores?”He seethes.

Before I can answer, before I can blink, my hands are behind my back, wrists bound tight in a practiced knot that tells me he’s done this more than once.

The clubhouse gets loud as we’re basically wrestling, now.What the hell have I done?Picked a fight with a man who don’t lose.

“Hey now,” Bullet yells from across the room.“That’s one way to stake your claim, Prez.”

“She asked for it,” Legend says, eyes locked on mine.“Didn’t you, Princess?”

“Maybe,” I breathe, trembling in the best way.My arms are bound behind me, sure, but I’m not hurt.Not really.

What I am is seriously turned on.

“So, what now, Prez?”One of his brothers shouts.

He jerks my arms just enough to make me stumble against him.My breasts flatten against his abs, since he’s twice my size.

“Now, I make her pay.Nobody disrespects the Prez.Nobody fucks with the Kings.”

The clubhouse repeats him, chanting the phrase.

“What do you plan to do to me?”

“Debry, got that ridin’ crop, still?”he calls out, dragging me over to the pool table.

He lifts me like I weigh nothing and bends me forward over the edge.“I’ll show you why I treated you like glass.I didn’t want to break you.”

I’m still smarting off.“I ride wild horses bareback.Think I can’t handle the likes of you?”

My face presses into the felt as Legend reaches around to undo my jeans.

“This too much for you, Horse Princess?”he asks loudly, like he’s not talkin’ to me, but the club.

I think about biting my tongue but fuck it.“Who hasn’t seen an ass before?I don’t care if the whole club sees mine.”

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