“Umm, I really like not having a barrier between us,” she murmurs with a smile.
“Plan B?” I ask.
“I don’t believe in it.” Fuckin’ hell. Can she get any more perfect for me than she already is?
Chapter Sixteen
Tiny
Holy mother of all flying monkeys in the sky.
This guy knows just how to make everything better. Okay I’ll rephrase that. His dick makes everything better with blissful orgasms that relax me.
After the first one of the night, during our heart to heart, we stripped down completely. Pulling me with him, Chains drew a shower for us. He then proceeded to toy with my pussy and make me come twice before he took me against the shower wall.
Now laying in his arms, I feel lighter than I think I ever have, however, we still have a lot to talk about.
“Who’s Deanna?” I ask, my fingers trailing designs along his muscular chest.
Sighing, Chains sits up and leans against the headboard. “Deanna was my best friend growing up. As we got older, I thought she was the one for me. I couldn’t have been more wrong with that one.”
“Right after high school, Deanna married the man who killed my parents. I wanted to rip his throat out when I realized that’s who she was marrying. I’d started to make plans to rescue her from the life she was doomed for. However, she didn’t want to be rescued. Deanna was power hungry and decided being Delano’s queen she’d be able to do what she wanted.”
“Hell, the bitch, honestly thought she could have me as her side piece. That didn’t work out too well for her. After Delano found out her little plan thanks to one of her supposed friends, he killed the informant right in front of Deanna to prove to her she wasn’t to be with anyone but him. So she’d turned into not just a power hungry bitch, she became a psychopath killing people when she felt like it, stealing women and young girls off the streets to make them slaves in either one of her brothels or to be sold.”
“Wow, that’s just wow. I can’t even think of the words to describe what I think of that,” I say, sitting up to look at Chains.
“Nothing to say about it, Bitsy, the bitch is a fuckin’ lunatic. Reason, I didn’t want her to see you is because I don’t want her to do anything to you.”
My heart skips a beat at his statement. Well more along the lines of the torment that seems to be swirling in his gaze.
“Nothing is going to happen to me,” I murmur, lifting a hand to touch the scruff on his face.
“You don’t know that Sloane,” he mutters, closing his eyes for a brief moment. “My parents died at the hands of Deanna’s husband. She’s had years to learn from him. Fuck, in my opinion she’s sicker than he is. I’ve seen what she does and it’s not pretty.”
“I can know that, you know why?”
“Why?” Meeting my gaze, Chains, seems to be getting agitated.
“Because I trust you, Chains. I’m not going to do anything without you and it’s not like I leave the clubhouse except for that one time.”
“That’s going to change, baby, you should be going out, shopping, making friends and what not,” he argues.
“But I’m happy with the way things are now. If and when I’m ready to go out again, I know I can talk to you.” Smiling, I straddle his hips. “Besides I’m not going to let that bitch, or anyone else win. Let the woman find out about me. I’m betting when she hears about me being your ol’ lady she’ll make a move which will leave you open to take her down if you want. And if it helps any, I’ll pull the trigger.”
“Fuckin’ hell, Bitsy. Talkin’ about you being bait isn’t something I’m willing to do. But have to say the thought of you with a gun in your hand is hot as fuck. Do you even know how to use a gun?” Grinning, I nod my head.
“Yep, I do. In fact, your sister and Rachel made a point of dragging me out of my room and to the shooting range to teach me. Evidently, I’m an excellent shot,” I say confidently. What I don’t say is how I’d envisioned the bullseye as the faces of the men who hurt me. From my father to Jackal and the nameless people on the streets who’d tried.
“Damn, tomorrow we’re going to the range. I wanna see what you have,” Chains declares, his hands moving up my legs to grip my waist.
Without any barriers between us, Chains’ dick is pressed against my core.
“Darren,” I moan, as Chains guides my movements over his shaft.
“You like that Sloane, my dick sliding between your pussy lips, rubbing against your clit. Your fuckin’ soaking me already,” he rasps, right before he stops me. “Wait. I wanna do something baby.” Sliding me off of him, I start to protest when he gets out of the bed.
I follow him with my gaze as he walks over to the closet and opens the door slightly. “I’m not fuckin’ you again until you have this,” he says, turning back to me after closing the closet with something clutched in his hand.
My breath catches when I realize exactly what Chains is holding.
“Stand up, Sloane,” he commands.
Slowly, I crawl to the edge of the bed. My gaze stays locked with his, the entire time as my heart pounds against my chest.
“Darren,” I murmur when I’m standing directly in front of him.
“Bitsy, I claimed you as mine and I’m never letting you go,” he growls as he puts the cut on my naked body.
Glancing down, tears well in my eyes. By him putting this on me means everything to me. He didn’t just hand it to me. No, Chains, showed me the importance of this by sliding it onto my body the first time himself.
“I love you,” I whisper, reaching up on my tiptoes as I wrap my arms over his shoulders.
“Love you to, Sloane,” he rasps, tilting his head down to meet me in the middle. Kissing me lightly, Chains, lifts me up into his arms. His dick presses at my entrance when I wrap my legs around his waist. “Now, I’m gonna fuck you the rest of the night with you wearing my cut baby.”
“Hmmm, I like that idea,” I giggle and sink down on to him.
“Good,” he groans while laying me on the bed and rolling us until I’m on top of him. “Ride me, Sloane.”
Smiling down at him, I begin to do as he commands. I ride him nice and slow teasing him, wanting to prolong our pleasure.
Feeling lighter than I ever have, I don’t want it to end.
But you know what they say.
Nothing lasts forever.
Chapter Seventeen
Chains
“Bitsy, did you fill out the application for school yet?” I ask Tiny during breakfast as I stare at her. I can’t seem to take my gaze off of her. Seeing her in my property cut does something to me. Last night I fucked her every way possible while she wore it over her naked tits.
Fuck. I’d even had her pose for me in the middle of the bed this morning in nothing but her cut and panties so I could take a picture.
It’s now the background on my phone.
“I did,” she says, quietly glancing around the table. Seeing that my brothers were paying attention she lowers her head in embarrassment.