Page 3 of Wounded Wing

Clearly it hasn’t helped.

Having heard enough, my hand snaps out faster than she can blink, grasping her neck in a possessive hold. It’s clear to me that she needs a reminder of who the hell I am and where her fucking place is.

Baring my teeth like a rabid animal, my words lash against my tongue, “Think again, Mae. You’ll do whatever the fuck I want you to. I.Own.You.”

Her lips part suggestively as her pale face turns a humorous shade of scarlet while her nostrils flare, showing off just how pissed she is at me. A sick sense of satisfaction fills me at the sight of her moral dilemma. Perfect little tears gather in the corners of her eyes as I slide my tongue between her parted lips. There’s a sea of groans from thecrowd as they stare hungrily at the display, getting off from a small taste of what it’s like to be tied to a Lennon.

I’m lost in tasting my wife’s embarrassment when her exaggerated moan is my only warning before her teeth sink into my tongue. Thick, hot, liquid fills both of our mouths, a sickening metallic scent overwhelms my senses.

This bitch.

A grunt of discomfort sounds from my chest as I attempt to separate our mouths. Taking that as a sign of weakness, she doubles down on her efforts, holding my tongue captive between her teeth. Despite the alarming pain, my cock pulses with each beat of my heart. This stunt just cost her. One more wrong move and I cannot be held liable for what I do to her.

She unlocks her teeth from my tongue, satisfied with the results. Her hands tremble as she shoves my chest as hard as she can. She manages to remain standing in her sexy as sin, black platform heels, sending me stumbling backwards. “Behave, Atticus. Or next time it'll be your pierced cock I bite down on,” she snarks.

It seems my pretty butterfly can’t decide if she wants to maim me or mount me. My tongue continues to throb in sync with my hard-on as her chest heaves at the same rapid tempo. Her nipples are now hard peaks for everyone around us to see. The flush from her face bleeds down her neck to her chest, the blotchy skin creating a captivating pattern.

Sensing my perusal, she lifts her gorgeously tear-stained eyes to mine while licking her crimson-stained lips. Her pupils dilate briefly, revealing that my butterfly enjoys this more than she lets on.

As quickly as it started, our fight ends in a stalemate. I’m left smirking as I watch her turn back into the gathered crowd, moving her hips with an extra sway causing the midnight thong to disappear between her freshly bruised cheeks.

It almost tempts me enough to dare chase after her.

Almost.

Chapter two

I rock my hipsfrom side to side as I attempt to merge into the dispersing crowd. Too many of these assholes just got more than what they paid for with Atticus’ display. As much as I loathe the prick, I admit he knows how to put on a good show. Unfortunately, more often than not, it’s at my expense.

Thumping, cliché, club bass vibrates through me as I venture further into the crowd. Bodies begin grinding on each other as the stench of sweat and sex permeates around the dance floor. It’s obvious these degenerates get off on what Atticus does. The cruelerhe is, the hastier men and women in this club find themselves giving in to their darkest desires.

At least I’m not the only one.

I know I shouldn’t want him to lay a finger on me, but my body craves his touch in any way that I can get it. As much as I hate him, I try not to think about it too much. I can’t afford to think that I’m not a willing participant, otherwise it would send me spiraling down the drain.

Again.

At least his dick is something worth keeping around. He has a piercing, for fuck’s sake. What can I say? I’m a sucker for pretty, shiny things.

The DJ dims the stage lights as he spins a new, sensual track, giving the other dancers a moment to slip backstage seemingly unnoticed. I, like them, have no plans to stick around after the clusterfuck Atticus started. Once blood is spilled, it never stops. Word around the club is the third floor tends to become ravenous with their desire and those clients have zero qualms about paying the asking price.

What is the asking price for a life?

I shake my head, forcing the intrusive thoughts to leave my mind. Third floor clients range from rich trust-fund kids, to members of N'awlins’ dark underbelly; Mafia, Bratva, Cartel, down to the bottom of the barrel politicians. I don’t need to know how much any of them pay to know that it’s wrong. My morality may be skewed to some degree, but I’m not that far gone.

Yet.

Shuddering, I make my way up the metal spiral stage stairs, taking notice of both familiar faces and new ones. Old habits die hard, as do habits that you have bled for. Everything I do at this point is just a reflex, not a single thought behind it. I guess I’m more desensitized than I thought.

As I lean against the railing, sudden movement catches my eye in the gyrating crowd below. I watch as three middle-aged, prominent state officials lead each other from the center of the dance floor. I’m typically not a voyeur but,“It never hurts to have a reason to pocket a politician,”Atticus’ stern voice recites in my head. One of his earliest lessons during my corruption.

I begin to understand the appeal of voyeurism as the men eye each other hungrily, wearing unbuttoned white dress shirts with their ties lazily draped over their necks.

The heated tension between the unlikely trio finally breaks as their hands claw at each other suggestively.Their shirts fall to the floor, easily forgotten, as well as their worries of being seen. Two of the three drop to their knees as the third pulls down his dark pants, revealing one of the longest cocks I’ve ever seen. The kneeling duo moves in tandem, flicking their tongues against the man's engorged tip before one widens his mouth, taking in as much of the impressive length as he can while the other peppers his lips over the remaining exposed shaft.

I guess politicians are cocksuckers after all.

Turning my lips in a cheeky smile, I waggle my fingers in a sassy wave as the man standing catches me staring at his impressive length. He taps the other men to gather their attention, forcing them topause. The men on their knees look up towards my direction, both sporting salacious smiles. All three wink flirtatiously before continuing their steamy display.

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