Every time one made a move on her, my boys would look at me, waiting for me to snap. And so far, I hadn’t. But the man hitting on her now was testing my limits. I saw him grab her ass, and that was it—I snapped, throwing the cards down, showing my hand, and storming towards them.
Haylee had entertained them. She brushed them all off but this time, one of the bastards touched her. They touched what was mine. I couldn’t stop the growl as I saw him feel her up.
I knew she could handle herself, but my manhood wanted to throw him down and prove to her that I looked after my property. And I did just that.
He didn’t see it coming. He didn’t see my rage burst, but it had.
“Touch her again, and I’ll cut off ya fucking hand,” I growled, and it didn’t help that Haylee was wearing something that made my blue balls basically black. She had me needing a fix, and I knew I couldn’t last any longer without her. The guy took his hand off her and backed away quickly.
“Now,” I said the one word, and she knew what I wanted. She placed her glass down and walked off with a sway to her body as she headed to my bedroom.
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Trust was all I had. Trust in her that she would come around, trust in the club, trust in the brotherhood. I built my world on trust and I hadn’t realised that my few words were enough to undo all the ground Haylee and I had built. I had broken her trust and our unspoken rule. I was going to do something I never did.
I was going to apologize. But I was still doing it my style.
“Haylee, turn around,” I said firmly, not harshly, and I tried to keep the rudeness out of my voice. She did as she was told and slowly turned around, locking eyes with mine. I saw it building up in her eyes, the need. I wasn’t the only one needing sex by the looks of it.
Since we had been paired together—since I had claimed her—I was an addict when it came to sex with her. I needed her every night. Clearly, our break hadn’t just affected me.
She needed me, and I needed her.
I knew now how I was going to apologize . . . between her legs.
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Anger washed over her face as I approached her. She knew that I knew she needed me, but I wasn’t going to tease her. No. I was going to give her the sex she deserved. I was going to worship her. I never did sweet sex, I fucked raw. But in her case, I was going to mix it up.
My hands went to the strap of her dress. The same dress that all those men had been admiring in the bar, the way it clung to her cleavage, showing off her perfect breasts. I knew I wanted her, but I had to control this. If I didn’t, it would get out of control quickly with my need to be inside her driving me and not my brain. I switched modes. Please her kept running through my head as I spun her around and unzipped her dress.
So many men wanted to be in this position tonight. But it was me unzipping my wife’s dress, ready to fuck her.
“Do you want a safe word?” I whispered in her ear as I undressed her, then my hands ran up her curves and pushed her long red hair to the front. “Haylee, you want a word?” I blew across her ear. “That stops me from fucking you, teasing you, claiming you . . .. Do you want a word to stop it?”
She looked over her shoulder, her eyes locking with mine. “I don’t believe in playing it safe.”
That’s my girl. That’s my wife.
She turned around, stepping out of her dress, looking like sex in heels. Fuck those black heels, giving her height, and those perfect curves. Flawless—that’s what she was.
In hunger mode for my woman, I gripped the black lace that kept her covered from me and tore it in half.
“Lucian?” Her hand went to mine, which was on her core, her eyes had a question in them. Fuck, she didn’t want to have a serious conversation now, did she? Please, tell me she didn’t. My blue balls were fucking black.
“I want to taste you.”
That was why she stopped me? I wanted to say go for it, but tonight was about pleasing her. “Nah, sweetheart, I’ll be doing that to you.” I took a step closer to her, my six-foot frame overshadowing her. “You’re my wife and I fucked up. I’ll be fixing that, and there’s only one way I know how to do that.”
She smirked. “But drinking you is one of my favourite things to do.”
And just like, that I was dead stiff. “Turn around.” She had done that on fucking purpose.
She shook her head and ran her long nails down my chest. “You said tonight is about me. Well, I want you, raw and naked,” her mouth pressed against my ear, “pounding me, and then pulling out so I can suck you dry.”
“Haylee,” I gritted out, “stop it.”
God, she was every man’s fantasy. She knew exactly what to say. She knew my every need and desire. How the fuck did I get so lucky? Best of all, she was a devil in the bedroom, and a devil outside of it as well. She knew how to throw a punch, handle a gun, and she stood her fucking ground.
She sat on the bed and parted those delicious legs of hers, her fingers going to her core. Fuck me for ripping her panties.
As she slowly began to do small circles, I walked towards her. “My job.” My fingers went over hers.
“Skin, Lucian. I want to see your tattoos.”
I froze. Fuck. This wasn’t how I wanted her to find out.
“Lucian?” Her words lingered with concern because I had frozen.
I pulled back. “This wasn’t how I wanted you to find out,” I blew out before gripping the bottom of my shirt and ripping it off. I knew now there was no going back.
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I watched the confusion in her eyes from my reaction. Her eyes ran over my chest till she spotted it—right in the centre of my chest, underneath my brotherhood tattoo. It wasn’t squeezed in either, there was enough room for it, the perfect spot for it. But as she looked at it, I wondered what the fuck she was thinking.
She licked her bottom lip, and then I saw her eyes cover with pure desire and need.
She took a dominant step towards me, her hand going to my belt.
“Remember tonight is still about you,” I said as I watched her undo my belt.
“No.” She shook her head and looked up, those long eyelashes and those eyes. I inhaled sharply. “It stopped being about me as soon as I saw that.” Her eyes darted to the tattoo, then back to me. “This changes everything.” Her lips formed a tight line, and then she locked her eyes back with mine. “But we’ll deal with that in the morning.”
It was the first time she had given an order or command. She had made a decision, and she felt comfortable enough to say it in front of me.
Her long nails ran down my skin as she lowered to her knees. Gently scratching my outer thigh as she went down. She licked the tip of me, and the deliciousness of her warm mouth followed. I was lost in the feeling of her mouth taking me—she nearly made me forget that tonight was about her.
I dipped down, grabbing her by the arms, and lifted her up, placing her on the bed.
My hands gripped the lace around her waist and ripped it, throwing it to the ground. Going back to her, lying there with heels and a black lace low-cup bra.
Fuck, we needed to go back to that lingerie shop. I knew I had made a good decision when I created an account there. Taking her heels off, I dropped them to the floor.
Seeing her laying there, on my bed, ready for me—willing to do anything I was up for—sent a thrill of delight through me.
I flicked her with my tongue and she arched her back, her hands getting lost in my hair.
A small moan escaped her mouth as I began to find my pace and rhythm. I was never one to give but for my wife, I would.
Slipping one finger into her, I continued to lick and suck her, and she continued to make those sexy moans, causing me to get stiffer. I needed to be inside, but I didn’t want to rush her. I wanted her to get the best orgasm of her life from me, and it would be
one of many.
I slipped another finger inside her as she continued to moan.
Then with the tip of my finger, I circled her, watching her arch her back and her grip on my shoulders tightened.
“Lucian, what are you waiting for?” she moaned out, wanting me, needing me—and that was exactly what I wanted. I wanted her to crave me. So tightly wound up, she needed me to relieve her, and no one else could do it.
I was going to get her depend on me like I was illegal drug—one that could give you an overdose.
I wanted to be her poison.
Placing myself at her core, I waited for her to come undone. I watched in awe at the beautiful sight of her coming undone.
I thrust in her, causing her gasp.
“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll be gentle till you’re ready.” I kissed her cheek. I was planning to take my time with her, slow and gentle—two things a man like me didn’t normally do.
But with her, I was going to.
I moved at a rhythm that wouldn’t be considered slow or fast, just the perfect rhythm. And then she arched her back, and I knew she was ready for more.
“Do you want it deep, baby?” I nipped her neck. I was going to take care of her body tonight. I was going to make sure she didn’t need or want for anything.
She nodded her head, and I kissed her deliciously red lips. God, she tasted amazing. I started to work into her, the pace not being my control anymore as her body moved with mine.
Then she unwrapped her legs from around my back, and with force, she pushed me on my back, taking over top. Her breasts fell to my face. Fuck, it was glorious to watch her ride me. I couldn’t stop the deep thrusts I did into her.
Then just as I was about to finish, she climbed off. I was immediately furious, I needed to finish inside her. Then the warmth of her mouth took over, and I knew what she was fucking doing, making it impossible for me to hold back.
Before I could stop myself, and with that talent she had with her tongue, I exploded in her in mouth. She didn’t gag; no, Haylee being Haylee swallowed and then looked up at me, running her tongue over her bottom lip.
“I accept your apology.” She smiled at me.
“Fuck me, I think I need to fuck up more often.” I smirked down at her, then put a hand out for her to come lay with me. Her head fell on my chest and her long hair ran down her back.
Her fingers were dancing around my fresh ink like she knew she couldn’t touch it. Fuck. Of course, she knew that. She was covered in tattoos.
“Lucian?”
“Mm?” I had my eyes closed with her curled into my side, and my eyelids grew heavy.
I felt a kiss on my cheek but didn’t hear anything.
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I rubbed my eyes, and my hand reached out for Haylee, but she wasn’t there. I scanned the room but couldn’t spot her. Rolling out of bed, I put on a pair of pants and stumbled to the bathroom. Opening the door, I saw Haylee getting dressed.
“Morning.” I wrapped my arm around her waist, looking at her in the mirror. “You alright?” I took in the fact that it looked like she hadn’t slept, and her eyes were locked with her own. She nodded her head but didn’t say anything.
I opened my mouth to ask her what was wrong, which wasn’t something I would normally do. But she pushed my arm off her and brushed past me.
I turned, leaning against the door frame, watching her.
Was the room this clean yesterday?
“Massie is coming.” She looked back at me. “I’m going to let you two spend the day together.”
I frowned. What was wrong with her? Before I could ask, she gave me a firm look that told me not to bring it up. Whatever was wrong, she wasn’t ready to have that conversation. Instead, I let her leave.
HAYLEE
I had sent Massie up to Lucian when she got here, and my attention was on the wall of laws. I didn’t know them all, but I knew which one Lucian had started the chain reaction.
I had seen it once when I was cleaning—it was on the back wall, craved in with a knife.
There was a chain of three rules.
One that set the next off, and what did Lucian do? He skipped the first two and went straight to the last rule—the outcome.
I couldn’t let it stand. We had to fix what had been done.
He followed these laws and codes with his life, and I couldn’t have him being thrown out of the club because he went straight to the outcome.
I looked at the codes and knew what I had to do next.
LUCIAN
I wasn’t much of a father, but I knew how to make a sandwich, which was what I was doing when Dash walked in.
“See ya finally fucked up badly enough for her to leave, huh?”
My eyes shot to him. “Do I need to remind you about swearing in front of Massie?”
His eyes flashed with fear because his nose hadn’t really healed since I broke it the last time.
“Haylee left,” he said sharply and with smugness. It hadn’t gone past me that Dash had a thing for her. “Took off about an hour ago.”
I ignored him. Haylee wouldn’t leave, I knew that. She was strong, nothing could scare her off. Just as I thought that, my phone buzzed and I pulled out the phone, seeing an unfamiliar number. I cursed in front of Massie when I saw the attachment.
All along I had thought Haylee hadn’t known about those codes, but clearly, nothing goes past her. She wouldn’t really put herself in that position, would she? Just to prove to me that I had the final choice.
I gritted my teeth. I couldn’t do jack shit while I had Massie, but when the day ended, I would be heading to Haylee. I would tell her she didn’t have to do this. I was the international president, I enforced the codes and laws—the same ones she obviously thought I had broken.
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“You sure about this, Hails? This is your husband?” Brooklyn looked extremely nervous, especially for someone who was doing nothing more than her job. She looked down at her fake nails and then back at me. “I don’t want to end up dead for this, Haylee.”
So that was her angle and concern. “Brooklyn, I am hiring you and your girls to fuck the brains out of my husband, that is it. I won’t kill you if you do it,” I paused on purpose, “but I might kill you if you don’t.”
“You are so twisted,” she muttered and walked to the bed which had the other hoes on it, ready to please my husband.
It was simple—Lucian got the tattoo before going through with the ceremony. The ceremony being that he sleeps with three women—past, present, and future. One woman represents the past relationships he has had. The other represents the present relationship he still has with other women, closing them once he finishes with her, and then finally, one woman who seals the deal on all the future women he will miss out on.
Then, if he still wants to, he can go ahead and get the tattoo that mixes my family crest with his, symbolizing that his life and mine is now bounded by loyalty, trust, and commitment.
Seeing that tattoo of my family crest with his, I knew that he had done it to prove to me that he wasn’t backing out of our relationship.
Like the tattoo underneath our crest, it was only in death that our paths would separate. I found it only fair that he got the night with the women that represented the past, present, and future.
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I threw water over my face, struggling to wake up. It wasn’t often that I thought of them, but today was one those rare days where my parents were on my mind. As much as I wanted to drown myself in liquor to forget I had parents, I couldn’t. Harley and I had never been apart on this day, and I knew if I was feeling it, then so would he.
Because today marked the day when we killed our father and mother in cold blood.
“Haylee!” Mum hollered down the hall. “Haylee, you brat, come here!” She gripped me by the neck, throwing me ag
ainst the wall. There wasn’t much of me due to the whole no eating issue I had. Which, honestly, was thanks to them not having food in the house because my parents only spent money on drugs. They rarely ate, and if they did, it wasn’t around me because they didn’t like to share.
They would often pimp me out at the age of fourteen so they could get their drugs, but this time I refused to do it.
I ran. I made it to my bedroom before the man took over from my mother in hitting me.
“I’m going to kill you,” I hissed after spitting out a mouthful of blood. “Mark my words . . . you’ll die by my hand.”
Just as I said it, two gunshots went off, followed by another and then another.
I was cowering in the corner waiting for the pain, but it as a hand went to the back of my head, I looked up.
“Harley?” I spoke through the pain of the beating that my mother and her dealer had just unleashed on my body. I watched as Harley placed the gun down.
“Come on, little one, time to get you a real home.”
“You killed them,” I said bluntly and swallowed sharply. “I wanted to do that.”
“Trust me, Haylee, taking their lives was a job I was born to do.” And then as Harley spoke, I saw movement coming towards us. I didn’t think twice, just picked up his gun, aimed, and fired, resulting in my father slumping to the ground.
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