UNCHAIN ME: SAVAGE BEAST MC 3

by Faiman, Hayley

  DRAGON

  With Bellarosa gripping my waist tightly, I guide the bike toward the clubhouse. The phone call that I received sent a chill down my spine.

  Bones from the Skulls called me with a lead, a tip, a bit of insurance. As the new president of his club, they’ve aligned themselves with us, but none of us fully trust them.

  He claims that Gavino Santoro knows that I have his property and not only is he forging a plan to come and get her, he might be bringing the Russian Bratva with him, since she was supposed to go to them.

  Fuck, I don’t fully trust any other human on this goddamn earth. Not a single fucking one. I didn’t even fully trust my father.

  Who turns their back on their entire goddamn family, never to speak to them again? Who allows someone like my uncle to take control because it’s not worth a fucking fight? Fuck that. I will fight, for whatever I need to, until the death.

  The prospect at the gate lifts his chin as the gate slowly slides open. Once there’s enough room for me to ride through, I rev my engine and shoot forward, not wishing to wait even a fucking minute. Sliding into my spot, I quickly turn off the bike and shove my kickstand down.

  Bellarosa scrambles off of the bike behind me. Taking my time, I angle off of the bike, turning to face her. She’s panting, her eyes wide and her hair fucking wrecked, but still goddamn beautiful.

  “Were you trying to kill me by scaring me to death?” she shouts hysterically.

  Reaching forward, I wrap my hand around the side of her throat, then around the back of her neck before I tug her toward me. Her feet move as I pull her toward me, but she’s completely off balance, falling against my chest.

  Squeezing my fingers around the back of her neck, I dip my chin and look down into her pretty blue eyes. She looks so fucking scared, so innocent. It shouldn’t turn me on as much as it does, but Christ, I want to fuck her right here in the gravel and dirt. I want to claim her, ruin that last shred of innocence behind her eyes, show her the monster that resides inside of me.

  “Drago,” she whispers as her tongue peeks out to wet her plump lips.

  Tilting my head to the side, I smirk. “You’re getting claimed tonight, Fragolina. Girls’ night is off,” I announce.

  Her eyes widen, then they narrow slightly. “What does that mean?” she asks.

  My smirk turns into a wide smile, dipping my chin, I brush my lips across hers. “It means nobody will take you from me. You’ll be marked by me, and even when they come here, they won’t want you anymore.”

  “They know where I am,” she exhales.

  “They know where you are.”

  Her body trembles in my arms, and it doesn’t make me want to be inside of her any less. In fact, her obvious fear is only making me harder. I know what awaits her and she should be fucking terrified. Her reaction is completely warranted.

  “Let me be free, please,” she begs, her voice soft and light.

  I grunt, shaking my head once. “Can’t do that, Bella. I’ve never owned a single thing in my life the way that I own you. I’m not letting you go,” I confess.

  “Drago,” she whimpers.

  Lowering my head, I slide my lips across her cheek until I reach her ear. “Fuck,” I growl against her ear. My free hand grabs ahold of her ass and I grip her tightly.

  “You ain’t goin’ anywhere, Fragolina. I’ll free you from that life, but you’ll be shackled to mine and fuck, you’re going to love it. Once you realize that being with me isn’t anything like the life you once had.”

  She lets out a small cry, just loud enough for me to hear her. “It’s the same life, just a different owner.”

  I hum. I’m sure she believes that. I have no doubt about it, but she’ll see. She will realize that being mine, being branded to me makes her a goddamn queen. No longer will she be a pawn, no longer will she be used for sex by strangers, just by me. I will use her too, I’ll use every goddamn piece of her.

  Chapter Fourteen

  BELLAROSA

  Drago drags me into the bar area without allowing me to respond to his declaration of complete ownership. Right now, no matter how great we are in bed, I’m wondering if I shouldn’t have just accepted my fate and gone off with the Russians. He’s starting to concern me.

  The bar is completely cleared out in the center. There is a long table placed in the middle of the room, and shot glasses are full and lined up on the bar. There are dozens of men standing around and a few women. I recognize the woman from the other day, Esther, standing next to a gorgeous brunette.

  Drago doesn’t say a word as he guides me over to the table. I don’t speak. My fate is my fate, something that I decided when I left New York, something that I left up to the future, and without regard to the consequences of my actions.

  I feel Drago’s warmth behind me, his hand rests on my hips before his warm breath skims over my ear from behind me.

  “Strip down completely,” he announces.

  Closing my eyes, I turn my head slightly to look over my shoulder at him. His gray eyes are hard, stone cold as he watches me. “Drago,” I breathe.

  He shakes his head once. I wait for a moment, my eyes searching his, then I nod. Reaching for the button of my shorts, I quickly undress. A few seconds later I’m standing completely naked in the center of a room with dozens of eyes focused on me and me only.

  I hold my breath, waiting for what is to come. “On the table, Fragolina,” he purrs against the shell of my ear.

  A million thoughts are rolling through my head as I slowly climb onto the center of the table. Are they all going to take turns with me? Is he going to fuck me in front of them? What exactly is going to happen to me tonight, and why does it have to happen this very second?

  “On your stomach,” he softly orders. I don’t think anyone else can hear him, he’s speaking only to me, but I can feel all of their eyes watching me.

  I do as he asks, too afraid at what is to come. His warm firm hands wrap around my hips and I let out a squeak when he tugs them back slightly so that my ass is in the air and I’m on my knees.

  “Taz, Jag, strap her down,” he orders.

  It’s then that I attempt to move. I don’t get far. Drago’s fingers are too firm around my hips for me to go anywhere. Jaguar’s face is right in front of mine as he quickly straps my arms down. Then I feel my ankles and calves being strapped as well. To my horror, my chest is strapped to the table as well, leaving only my ass on display for the entire room.

  “Dragon, you sure this is what you want right now?” Jaguar asks, his eyes focused on mine.

  The room stays silent, Jaguar stands and I hear shuffling around. Then I hear what sounds like glasses hitting the bar top. I close my eyes, trying to keep my tears from falling, but they leak out anyway and slide down my nose until they eventually gather and fall onto the table beneath me.

  Jaguar appears again in front of me, he glances up and I watch him grimace, then his gaze shifts back to me.

  “This is going to hurt, but it’s only a one-time thing, then it’ll be done,” he says.

  I open my mouth to ask him what he’s talking about when a scream escapes my throat. It rips through my entire body as the pain sinks into me from the outside in.

  Right below my ass, my upper thigh feels like it’s being cut open and flayed. The smell of burning flesh doesn’t help with what I imagine is going on back there, either.

  Whatever was pressed against my leg is gone, but the pain remains. I hear men clap and holler, then the radio is turned up and a heavy bass or rock music fills the air around me.

  Inside I feel like I’m dying. I wish that I were dead, it would be better than the unbearable pain that I’m feeling right now. Something is rubbed over the painful spot and I let out a whimper. Then before I realize what’s happening, the restraints are released and strong arms slide beneath me, Drago’s arms.

  I think that he’s going to pick me up and carry me flat on my front, but he doesn’t. Instead, he shifts me so that m
y stomach is against his shoulder and my chest and arms are dangling down his back, my legs down his front. He has his arm wrapped around the backs of my knees and he walks swiftly away from the noise.

  Inhaling, I can smell the room before I even open my eyes and look around. We’re in his room at the clubhouse. I cringe thinking about sleeping on the dirty bedding again, but my body hurts so bad, my thigh burns in a way that it’s never hurt before, so I honestly can’t worry about dirty sheets.

  “I had Pinkie wash and change the bedding and clean up a bit the other day,” he announces as if he can read my mind, quickly shifting me onto the bed, face down.

  Turning my head to face him, he sits down next to me, his hip at my side. His hand lifts and I inhale a shaky breath as he shifts my hair off of my face and tucks it behind my ear. His eyes look almost sad as they roam my face.

  My tears won’t stop falling, they just continue in streams down my cheeks and onto the pillow, soaking it completely as he watches me.

  “You are so strong, Bellarosa,” he rasps.

  “What did you do to me?” I try to demand but it comes out weak and pathetic sounding.

  He hums, his eyes brightening a bit before he speaks. “Branded you, baby. Fuck, it’s so pretty too.”

  “You what?” I breathe.

  His lips twitch. “In my club, we brand. You’re mine and they can’t fucking have you. Now you’re marked. A beautiful D is now forever burned into your thigh.”

  My eyes close, the realization of what’s just happened slams into me. I’m branded, like cattle, like an animal. I can’t even be angry about it either, it’s done. Just like the way I’ve felt about my life from the time I turned sixteen, what’s done is done.

  “I’m going to patch you up so you don’t get infected,” he announces, his voice softer than I’m used to.

  Keeping my eyes closed, I attempt to relax with my cheek on the pillow. My tears dry as he finishes cleaning and bandaging my thigh. Then, I feel my legs being shifted apart.

  I let out a noise of protest, just as I feel Drago’s shoulder between my legs, opening them even wider. His fingers wrap around my hips as he gently tugs me backward. Without warning, I feel his tongue touch my pussy.

  Drago eats me, his mouth takes and gives as if he is starving for me. Every swipe of his tongue, nip of his teeth or suck of his lips feels ten times better than it ever has before.

  Before long, I’ve forgotten about the pain in my thigh and I rear back, my pussy meeting his face as I search for the orgasm that is dangling on the edge, waiting to spill over and consume me.

  When it overcomes me, when my release rushes through me, I don’t scream. Instead my entire body stiffens and I let out a long moan, along with a sigh of sweet relief. Drago continues to lick and suck my pussy and clit until my entire body relaxes and I fall forward onto the mattress, a giant heap of satisfied flesh and bones.

  He climbs up my body, the length of his front only touching the unmarred part of my back and leg. His fingers travel down my spine, down the crack of my ass to my wet pussy and then back up. Turning my head, I rest my other cheek on the pillow so that I can look at him.

  “Do you think they won’t kill me because you’ve marked me?” I ask.

  His fingers stop their lazy movements right at my asshole. I tense, but he doesn’t penetrate me. His eyes take me in, searching my own. He sucks his bottom lip in and sinks his teeth into the plump flesh.

  “Oh, I know that they still could,” he says. My eyes widen and I open my mouth to speak but he shakes his head once and I close my mouth. “They’ll have to get through me and my entire club. With that mark on your leg, you are now protected by the entire Savage Beast MC.”

  “Drago,” I rasp.

  He begins to rub small circles against my asshole, so gentle and soft that it’s a barely-there touch and my eyelids flutter closed at the delicious sensation.

  He hums and I force my eyes open for him. His gray gaze is no longer angry or guarded. Instead, he’s showing me him, the man beneath the brick fortress that he hides behind.

  “They can’t have you, Bellarosa. I don’t know what we have or why. All I know is that you were brought to me to protect. You were brought to me to own, and I’ll do that any and every way that I can. I will kill for you, to keep you right here with me. I’ve never had anyone like you before and I have no intention of giving you up.”

  DRAGON

  Bellarosa’s eyes no longer look at me with pure betrayal. I’m sure that she was confused by the branding. It wasn’t what I’d intended on doing tonight.

  Since declaring her mine, I knew that this moment would happen, but I thought that we had a little while, some more time. I thought that I would be able to explain it to her fully.

  Time is a motherfucker. You never know what is going to happen from one moment to the next. I live my life on the edge, ready to shift and change at any given moment. Hopefully, Bellarosa can adapt. Not that she has a fucking choice anymore.

  “Why didn’t you tell me you were going to do that?” she asks, her voice just a whisper.

  I continue to play with her ass, enjoying the way she shifts every so often, lifting herself for me. Slowly, I begin to penetrate her entrance. She lets out a labored sigh, her eyes looking glazed over and her lips pouting as she watches me.

  “Didn’t have time to explain the process. They’re coming. They’ll be here tomorrow and as much as I want to tell them that you’re mine and pregnant, I can’t fool them into believing that.”

  She smiles, her lips turning up as she chuckles. “No, I think they wouldn’t believe it was yours. I haven’t even been gone two weeks,” she says.

  “Claimings are important in our world. Maybe not in yours, but in mine, in this club’s, they mean more than a legal binding marriage. This mark on your leg means my entire club would die to protect you, for no other reason than you are now one of them.”

  Her lips part as her hips lift. Sliding my free hand between her hips and the sheets, I begin to play with her clit.

  “Drago,” she moans.

  “I’m going to fuck you with my mark on your body. I’m going to fill you with my cum, then you’re going to walk out of this room with your head held high. You are a fucking queen now, Bellarosa,” I declare.

  “Queen of the damned,” she breathes heavily as her hips move, searching for release.

  I chuckle. “Queen of the fucking Savage Beasts, of goddamn animals.”

  She closes her eyes and I move my hands from between her ass and legs before I drag her closer to me. Reaching for my pants, I quickly unbuckle my belt then unbutton my jeans before shoving them as far down as I can.

  My cock releases and I groan when I feel her warm wet pussy slide along its length. With her leg hitched over my hip, I guide myself into her waiting body and hiss as I fill her completely.

  Sliding my hand up her back, I pull her even closer against my chest. Her soft tits press against my skin and I groan feeling her hard nipples against my body. My hand continues sliding up her back until I tangle it in the back of her hair.

  Holding her face close to mine, I move inside of her. I feel every fucking inch of her sweet body—now my sweet body.

  “Do you feel that?” I ask, my mouth so close to hers that our lips touch.

  Inhaling her panting breaths, I wait for her to speak. “It feels like so much more than anything I’ve ever felt in my life,” she admits.

  I hum, my nose sliding along hers. “That’s because it is, baby. This is your man claiming you.”

  Without another word, I press my mouth against hers and I fuck her. It isn’t brutal, in fact, it’s more tender than I’ve ever fucked another woman in my life. Keeping my fingers gripping her hair, I swallow her breaths as I fill her cunt with my cock over and over.

  She takes me, just as she always does, her body tightening around me as she climbs closer toward her second release of the night. I want to roll her over, fuck her from behind and look at
my brand on her skin, but I don’t, not yet anyway.

  Bellarosa needs to heal.

  I need to truly come to terms with what I’ve just done.

  This is either the stupidest move I’ve ever made or the smartest. There will never be a middle ground with what I’ve just done. I’ve branded a woman. I’ve made a whore mine. I’ve stolen from the Zanetti famiglia.

  I’ve possibly started a goddamn war.

  Chapter Fifteen

  BELLAROSA

  I’m unable to move. My leg burns, it hurts so badly that I’m not sure how I’m going to do as Drago’s asked, stand tall, dress and walk out of this room and into the bar with his club. All I want to do is sleep this pain away. If I thought that I’d felt pain before, I haven’t. This is true mind-numbing pain.

  There’s a knock on the door and I watch as Drago slips from the bed, completely naked, and makes his way over to the door. I expect him to put some pants on before opening, but he doesn’t. He just wraps his large hand around the knob and yanks the door open, completely naked.

  “Here, it’s stretchy and short, hopefully it won’t hurt too bad,” a woman’s voice says.

  I don’t know the women around here well enough to know who it was that Drago was blocking at the doorway with his large body, but whoever she was, she saw all of him and something ugly twists in my stomach at the thought.

  Jealousy.

  I remember the feeling from just a day ago. My stomach twists at him even talking to another woman. I hate that I feel this way, I shouldn’t, but I do and it’s because I want him to be as much mine as I am his.

  Drago closes the door then turns toward me. He doesn’t move though. Instead, he tilts his head to the side, his eyes roaming over my face like they always do—reading more than they should, like they always do.