UNCHAIN ME: SAVAGE BEAST MC 3

by Faiman, Hayley

  My eyes narrow on his, but he only smirks at my silent defiance. Dipping his chin closer, his lips brush mine. “You’re going to look so fucking sexy. Branded and fat with my baby inside of you, Fragolina. You’re going to look well and truly owned like no other woman on the fucking planet.”

  “Branded?” I ask, the word sticking out in a way that I can’t ignore.

  His lips turn up into a wide smile, even his eyes smile. “You’ll see,” he chuckles.

  Standing in the kitchen, I watch as he turns around and begins to cook on the stove. I don’t bother asking him if he needs any help, I wouldn’t know how to help. I’ve never cooked before, never needed to. I have a feeling that this is a skill I’ll be needing to learn soon.

  Eventually I make my way over to the small kitchen table and sink down into one of the chairs at the same time Kora bounds into the room. Drago looks at her, she looks at him, then turns to me and climbs into the chair across from me.

  “I’m Kora,” she introduces.

  “I’m Bellarosa.”

  She tilts her head to the side, her gray eyes searching me just like her father’s. She smiles, it comes easy to her and I wonder if I was the same as a child. Probably not.

  “You’re going to live here with us now?” she asks.

  “She is,” Drago interrupts.

  “I don’t have a momma anymore. She ain’t right,” she says, sadly shaking her head.

  My eyes lift to Drago, but he has his back turned toward us. Biting the corner of my lip, I lift my hand and extend it across the table, palm up. Kora looks at my palm, then lifts her pretty gray eyes to mine as she slips her hand in my own.

  “I don’t have a mama, either,” I confess. “She too wasn’t right. Maybe we can be friends?”

  She tilts her head to the side as if contemplating my words, then her easy smile appears. “Yes. I think that I would like that.”

  My own smile quickly appears and I squeeze my fingers around her tiny hand. We sit like that for a few moments until Drago announces that dinner is ready.

  DRAGON

  Bellarosa is standoffish and distant one moment, then completely invested and interested in the next. I watch her as she tells Kora goodnight for the evening.

  Kora demanded that Bellarosa read her a book and tuck her in. I allowed it, watching them from a distance, enjoying the way that Bellarosa spoke soft and kindly to Kora, something she only gets from Margot and a handful of women at the clubhouse.

  Once Bellarosa is finished telling her goodnight, I make my way into the bedroom and do the same. I tuck Kora in tightly, then press my lips to her forehead.

  “’Night Daddy, I love you,” Kora sighs as her eyes close.

  She’s exhausted, I don’t blame her. I’m fucking beat as well, but for totally different reasons. “’Night, baby girl,” I murmur against her forehead.

  “I like her,” she yawns, speaking of Bellarosa.

  “I do too,” I admit softly.

  Straightening my back, I stand tall and turn away from her, walking out of the bedroom and closing the door behind me. Bella is standing with her back against the wall. Her eyes focus on me, watching and waiting for what is next.

  “I promised you something,” I murmur.

  Her eyes widen and she stares at me. “You did?”

  Humming, I take another step closer, lowering my face so that I can touch my lips to hers. Fuck. My cock hardens just being this close to her, inhaling her scent. I want to fuck her against this wall.

  “I did. I promised to fuck you nice and hard if you were a good girl at the doctor,” I murmur against her lips.

  Her entire body shivers, her breath comes out in a panting exhale and she pushes forward slightly to press her lips against my own. I growl, wrapping my hands around her waist, picking her up and pressing her back against the wall at the same time her legs wrap around my waist.

  “I hate you. I hate your control over me. I hate that you want to bind me to you the way that you do. I hate that you won’t give me the freedom that I crave,” she states. Her lips brush mine, her arms wrapping around my shoulders as she presses her tits against my chest. “I hate myself because I still want you despite all of those things.”

  Turning her around, I march us toward my room. Kora is already asleep. She’s a kid that runs hard all day and as soon as her head hits the pillow she is out until six in the morning the next day. Unless she’s sick or something, nothing will wake her up tonight, not even the sound of Bella’s screams as she comes on my cock.

  My lips drag along the column of her neck, my teeth nipping her soft skin with each step that I take. Once we’re inside of my bedroom, I close the door behind me, quickly shifting the lock into place before I make my way toward the bed.

  “I know you hate me,” I murmur as I lay her down on the bed.

  Reaching for her shorts, I tug them down, then off. Wrapping my fingers around the insides of her thighs, I sink to my knees in front of her. Taking in her pink cunt, I inhale her scent. Fucking expensive, sweet, and goddamn perfect. Her pink pussy stares back at me, the wetness obvious.

  “Drago,” she moans.

  Lifting my gaze, I expect to see her laying back, but she isn’t. She’s sitting up, her head tipped and her gaze on me. Slowly, I move forward, flattening my tongue and sliding it through her entire center. My grip around the back of her knees tightens and I spread her farther for me, tugging her ass to the edge of the bed.

  Bellarosa lifts one hand, sliding her fingers through my hair and grips the strands tightly. Her eyes widen as she lifts her hips to meet my tongue’s strokes. With her eyes on me, mine on hers, I eat her like it’s the last meal I’ll ever have. Maybe it is too, maybe this is going to be the last pussy I ever taste—it’s so fucking addictive that I don’t think I even mind.

  Flicking her clit, I watch as her chest starts rising and falling faster, harder. Her hips move more as well, her eyes rolling in the back of her head, then she lets out a long hum as her head falls between her shoulders.

  I don’t stop. I continue to eat her with a ferocity that I’ve never possessed before.

  “Drago,” she cries right before her taste floods my tongue.

  Fuck.

  She’s coming and judging by the shake of her thighs, it’s fucking hard too. I don’t pull away from her immediately, instead I continue to lap at her center until I feel her entire body relax beneath my fingers.

  Slowly backing away, I release my grip on her legs and stand. Shrugging my cut off, I turn and toss it onto the bench in the corner of the room. Reaching behind me, I grab a fistful of my shirt and drag it over my head. Shoving my pants and underwear down, I toe off my boots until I’m completely naked in front of her.

  “Take your shirt off,” I demand, my voice rougher than I expect.

  She opens her eyes, then I watch as she slowly pulls her shirt over her small body, exposing herself to me. Next, she quickly divests herself of her bra. I bite down on my bottom lip, sucking at the sight of her body naked for me. My own personal goddamn playground. Mine. All mine.

  “How do you want your reward fuck?” I ask with a twitch to my lips.

  Bellarosa opens her eyes a bit wider, her brow arching and a small smile tipping on her lips. She’s not always bold. She’s shy when she needs to be, bold when it’s expected of her. She is the definition of the perfect bedmate.

  She rises to her knees, her eyes never leaving mine. She turns around, her perfect ass on display and I groan when she bends all the way down, her head turns and her eyes watch me from over her shoulder.

  “Fuck me hard, Drago,” she purrs.

  Wrapping my hand around my cock, I squeeze, stroking myself a few times as I step up behind her. Grabbing a handful of her ass, I slowly slide my palm up the center of her back, applying pressure there to urge her chest down. She complies.

  With her cheek and chest on the bed, her ass in the air, and her pretty pink wet pussy on display, I curse at the sight of her.r />
  Aligning my cock with her entrance, I wrap my hand around the back of her upper thigh. This is where I’ll brand her. I want my brand peeking out of her shorts or any skirt that she wears, something that is an illusion, but I can touch anytime that I fucking want to. Yes, this is where I’ll sear her skin with hot metal and mark her as mine for the whole fucking world.

  Thrusting inside of her with one move, I let out a groan when she sheathes me. Moving my hand, I wrap it around her hip, holding her tight and still as I fuck her.

  Closing my eyes, I take her hard.

  I don’t give her even a moment to breathe, I slam my hips against hers, enjoying the way her cunt flutters around me and she gasps with each pump of my hips. Slipping one of my hands around her waist, I find her clit.

  Bellarosa gasps as I begin to rub circles against the sweet nub, then she moans when I alternate between circles and light slaps.

  “More,” she moans.

  Sweat drips down my forehead, down my chest and back as I continue the grueling pace. “Yes,” she hisses as her head flies back, then I feel it.

  Her cunt clamps down around me, attempting to hold me inside of her. Biting my lip, I don’t stop fucking her, my fingers continuing to work her clit throughout her orgasm until my own takes over.

  As soon as my back begins to tingle and my balls draw up, I plant myself deep inside of her, and I come, filling her with my release and hopefully my baby. She will always be mine, never able to leave. I’m a bastard for it, but this whore is forever fucking mine.

  Chapter Thirteen

  BELLAROSA

  Biting my bottom lip, I wipe my sweaty palms on my jean shorts. Staring at myself in the mirror, I wonder why I’m doing this, and also, why Drago is allowing me to do this. Something doesn’t seem right. He’s made it abundantly clear that I’m not to be out of his sight, yet he’s practically forcing me to go somewhere with three other women.

  I hear a throat clear and I spin around to see him standing at the entrance of the bedroom. His gray eyes are focused on me, his dark beard hiding his facial expression, as always. Sometimes I can read him, but not too often. Right now, I can’t.

  “Presley, Maria, and Esther will be nice, and they’ll help you adjust to the life,” he announces.

  I almost snort, unsure of how this life is much different from my old one. Minus the expensive negligées and shoes, this seems to be the exact same. I’m a prisoner.

  “When will you tell Gavino that I’m here?” I chance asking.

  I know that he will eventually tell him. He won’t have much of a choice in the matter. If Gavino finds out before Drago offers the information, then it could mean death. It will definitely mean whatever deal that they have with one another is gone and dead.

  His gray eyes flash with something completely unreadable. My breath hitches at the sight, fear slicing throughout my entire body. This is the dangerous man, the man that the rest of the world sees. He’s here in front of me and I understand it, now.

  “Why? Want to go back to him?” he growls.

  Tilting my head to the side, I watch him for a moment, then unstick my feet from the floor and close the distance between us. Once I’m directly in front of him, I don’t touch him or reach out for him, instead I tip my head back and look into his angry gray gaze.

  Lifting my hands, I lightly place my palms on his chest. “Why would I go back to a man who was just going to hand me to the Russians, as if I hadn’t worked faithfully for the past three years for his family, as if one of his famiglia men hadn’t abused me?” I ask.

  Drago doesn’t move. He stays rock solid, his body stiff and unyielding. Sliding my hands up his chest, I wrap them around the back of his neck, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my fingers. He dips his head a bit, though his gray eyes are still alight with tangible anger.

  “I’ll tell him you’re here when you’re wearing my brand and have my baby inside of you.”

  “Why?”

  He smirks, but it isn’t a kind smile, it looks almost sadistic. My body jerks. His hands wrap around my hips to hold me close to him, trapping me. He lowers his head slightly, his nose sliding against my own. Then I feel his whiskers against my face and I let out a sigh at the sensation, remembering the way they felt between my legs.

  “Because I’m keeping you for myself, Bellarosa. You’re mine, you can’t leave, you can’t do anything but be completely fucking devoted to me. I hold your life in the palm of my hand,” he rasps.

  Stiffening in his arms, he lets out a low chuckle before his lips brush against my own. I don’t fight him, there’s no sense. His words aren’t meant to be cruel, they are matter of fact, even if I hate them. Even if I want nothing to do with him, with them, with any of it, I am as he claims. I am his.

  “You ready to go? You’ll have protection the entire time. I know you’ll be a good girl.”

  He looks down at me, anticipating my response. I nod, keeping my gaze focused on his own. Without another word, he takes a step back, turns around and begins to walk out of the room.

  “Margot is here, I’d like you to meet her before we go for the night.”

  “You’re going somewhere?” I ask.

  He stops abruptly and I run into his back, stumbling backward a couple of steps in an attempt to gain my footing and not fall flat on my ass. He turns his head, looking over his shoulder at me, that angry gray gaze finding mine again. It seems as though I anger him quickly.

  “You’ll be brought to me at the clubhouse after you’re finished.”

  “Okay,” I gulp.

  Without another word, he turns his head and I follow closely behind him toward the living area. Kora is sitting on the floor, her coloring books splayed out in front of her with a box of crayons. As soon as she senses our approach, she lifts her head. Her eyes skirt past her father and over to me, then her lips turn up into a big smile.

  Kora and I are still very new, but we spent most of the day together, coloring and playing board games. I feel so close to her already, as if she were like one of my little sisters.

  Closing my eyes for a brief moment, I try to shake the thoughts of my sisters from my head. I don’t know where they are, if they’re safe, or their fates. I wonder offhandedly if I could ask Dragon to look into their whereabouts, but I quickly shake myself free of the thoughts. I don’t need to bring any attention to them if I can possibly help it.

  “Are you going to color with me?” Kora asks.

  Crouching down in front of her, I flash her a small smile. “I can’t tonight. How about tomorrow?”

  She looks sad for a moment, then gives me a smile of her own. Hers is unguarded, full of bright sunshine and happiness. Though there is some sadness working behind her eyes, it isn’t overwhelming at all. Kora is, in general, a happy child.

  “Okay. Tomorrow we’re going to color,” she pauses, lifting her gaze to over my shoulder and tipping her head back to presumably look up at her father. “Tomorrow Bellarosa is going to color with me, Daddy.”

  His deep voice lets out a soft chuckle. “Okay, baby girl,” he murmurs. There is a pause, a quiet in the room before he speaks again. “Margot, I’d like you to meet Bellarosa.”

  Turning my head, I look over at the woman who is sitting on the loveseat in the room. She’s probably around Dragon’s age, at least twenty years older than me, and her eyes focus on mine, narrowing slightly.

  Slowly, I stand to my feet, flashing her a smile. “Hello, I’ve heard so many nice things about you,” I offer, extending my arm and hand to shake hers.

  Margot doesn’t move. Her body is frozen in her seat. Her eyes flick down to my hand, then lift to my face. She shakes her head once, lifting her arm and finally grasping my hand in her own. She gives me a wry smile as she tilts her head to the side.

  “It’s nice to meet you,” she forces. “Though, I don’t know anything about you because I’ve not heard of your existence before this moment.”

  My shoulders jerk and my back stiffens
from her words. She releases my hand, my arm falling to my side. Biting the corner of my lip, I’m not sure what to say. I know how to deal with jealous whores, but this, this is different.

  “Bellarosa is going to be living here from now on,” Drago explains as his hand slides around my waist.

  I watch the woman’s gaze flick down to where his hand is resting and her mouth tightens. She clears her throat, wiping the look from her face before she looks back over at Drago. She smiles sweetly and slowly stands to her feet, puffing her ample chest out a bit.

  My eyes skirt over her body and I frown slightly. She’s not dressed for a night of babysitting. She’s wearing dark washed skin-tight jeans and a loose top that is extremely lowcut. Her hair is styled in loose curls and she has on a full face of makeup.

  She takes a step toward us, her pink painted lips pouting slightly to attract attention to them. “Is she going to be taking over babysitting?” she asks softly, her shock obviously fading away and something else replaces it, something ugly.

  “She’s my woman,” he announces, squeezing my waist.

  I watch as Margot’s eyes narrow, then her lips tremble as she attempts to widen them into a fake bright smile. “How exciting,” she cries.

  Drago’s phone rings and he excuses himself, releasing me as he walks away with his phone pressed against his ear.

  “You won’t last,” Margot hisses. My body jerks as my eyes widen. I stay quiet, not wishing to cause any issues. She is ready to pounce, but I won’t give her the satisfaction. “None of them ever do and you can’t give him what a real woman can.”

  I almost laugh in her face. She obviously doesn’t know who or what I am. Instead of causing issues, I dip my chin, allowing her to feel the victor. I will not give her the satisfaction of responding, yet. Drago has specific plans for me, ones that will solidify me as his and they assuredly do not include this woman.

  Before I can respond to her at all, Drago appears in the living room. His eyes flash as they meet mine. “Time table has been moved. You’re going with me to the clubhouse, right fucking now,” he announces, his eyes focused on me and me alone.