Page 9 of All's Fair in Love & Chaos
“What are you gonna do with her?”
“Don’t talk about me like I’m not right fucking here!”
My hand connects with her ass again, her shorts having risen up even higher. I track my men’s eyes as they roam over her hips and exposed ass, a responding deep, warning growl working its way up my chest. Both of them put their hands up, taking large steps back just as the door swings open, and I’m face-to-face with Malice, my sergeant at arms.
He’s shirtless, like always, wearing just a pair of low-slung denim jeans, the bones of his pelvis protruding, the only thing on his torso the thick vest of his leather cut and a whimsical horror fest of patchwork tattoos Rogue has given him over the years. His eyes widen, his signature wild look when he gets excited, taking over his features.
“Ooo! What do we have here?” He claps in excitement, bending over and tilting his head to look at my vixen’s face while she screams out her frustration.
“She’s not a friendly, Mal.”
“A plaything then? You can put her in the dungeon!”
“What the fuck? You have a fucking dungeon here?” she yells, trying her damndest to lift herself up off my shoulder.
“Not in the way you’re thinking, honey. If I dropped you off down there, you’d be praying to your god it was a different kind of one.”
“Hey, that’s not very nice, Prez. I treat my guests with respect.”
“The screams say otherwise, Malice,” I deadpan while Rolo snorts.
“Oh. Well, that’s part of the fun. I like it when they scream.”
“Of course you do, buddy,” Noose chuckles.
“Meet me and Sin in church, Mal. I’m gonna get our new houseguest settled. Hey, actually, can I borrow a pair of cuffs?”
“Metal, leather, or fluffy?” I look at Malice and blink slowly, knowing better than to ask if he’s serious.
“Surprise me.”
“You got it, Prez!” he replies as he heads to his room with a salute.
I stomp through the entryway of the clubhouse—our home—with eyes on me and no fucking clue what they’re all probably thinking right now. I end up in front of my own door, sighing, knowing there’s nowhere else in this place I would consider putting her. I open the door and kick it closed behind us. I don’t let anyone into this space. Never had a woman in here before and never had planned on it. When I fuck, it’s on neutral ground and not in the only place that’s private and solely mine.
“Put me the fuck down!”
“As you wish.” Removing her from my shoulder, I drop the violent little thing on her stomach in the center of my bed, her body bouncing, face planting not so gracefully with no arms to catch her fall. Her plump little ass is practically hanging out of her cutoff shorts now, and I so badly want to bite into the meaty flesh of the globes.
She quickly rights herself, scrambling backward, swinging her legs off the bed in an attempt to stand. I’m quicker, pushing her back down onto the bed just as there’s a knock at my door.
“Don’t move,” I demand. She rolls her fucking eyes at me as if she’s annoyed, and I can’t believe the audacity and lack of fear in this one. I’ve never met a single woman in all my life like her.Which is why I’m instantly obsessed with her.
I back away slowly, not taking my eyes off her as she blows a gust of breath upward to move her bangs from her eyesight. Her piercing brown eyes are looking at me with all the disdain in the world, bottled up and focused solely on me. At least she’s feeling something for me. I can work with that.
I open the door to find Malice bouncing from foot to foot and looking around the hallway like he’s never been in this part of the clubhouse before. He may be a bit . . . unhinged . . . but he would die before he let anything happen to any of us. He’s extremely smart, organized, and holds his position within the club with high esteem.
“You got ’em?”
“Yep! I was torn between the three, but I think she’ll like the metal best. They’ve got a secret on the inside,” he whispers thelast part, cupping his hand over his mouth and leaning forward as he deposits a pair of metal cuffs into my hand.
“Thanks, Mal. I’ll be down in a few. Just gotta get her secured.”
“You got it, Prez.”
I kick the door shut, swinging the cuffs in my hand as I walk toward the woman sitting on my bed, braced for a fight. Jesus, I can’t get over what a knockout she is. I’ve never seen hair as dark as hers before, a gorgeous, silky black that shines in the shitty fluorescent lights of my bedroom. Her body is tight in all the right places, fit and athletic, like she spends hours making sure she stays in shape.
Our eyes don’t leave each other’s as I prowl her, her spine straight and confident like a fucking warrior queen braced for battle. Fuck, if that isn’t sexy to me. I don’t want a woman who will cower in the face of a predator.
