Princess

by Sapphire Knight

  Cinderella’s gaze is trained on my naked torso while her friend is busy looking at Nightmare like she wants to eat him alive. I don’t think she even really notices Ruger in front of her. She should, though, because Nightmare would easily break her.

  Taking quick strides, I round the car to the driver side before Ruger notices that Cinderella’s a twenty when her friend’s barely a nine. He even thinks of touching her; I’ll wire his mouth shut after I break it. Brother or not, I feel almost feral when it comes to her. I have no fucking clue why, but I’m damn sure going to find out.

  She licks her lips, and my pants grow tighter at the sight of her tongue. She doesn’t look like last night. She looks even better now—hair windblown, crystal blue eyes sparkling, wearing a little bikini top with short-shorts and flip-flops.

  The savage inside me pounds his chest once I get a chance to take her in. I want to pull her out the car window, throw her over my shoulder and carry her straight to my room. I know that’s not logical thinking, but fuck if I can’t stop imagining it.

  Her arms are scraped up a little on the backs; most likely from Shady fuck pushing her against the brick. She’ll never have to deal with him again; I made sure of it.

  I can hear her friend babbling on to Ruger about them being on their way to go swimming. I don’t pay much attention, though, just gaze at Cinderella, cataloging each possible detail of her to memory. She’s like an enigma that I can’t figure out. What’s so fucking special about her?

  “Hi.” She breaks the silence, and I’m forced to think of something to say. I have no idea what, so I just nod.

  She chews on her bottom lip for a few seconds before swallowing and trying again. “So...umm, thanks for last night.” She meets my stare, and I nod again like an idiot.

  I hear Ruger ask if he can go swimming with them and her friend happily agreeing, inviting Nightmare along as well. Of course, Night doesn’t say anything. He eventually looks over at the chick in the passenger seat, his nostrils flaring when she smiles at him.

  She says please to him directly, and I think we’re all surprised when he huffs, throws his wrench to the ground and strides to his hotel room, slamming the door in his wake. I don’t know what the fuck that was about, but I’m leaving it alone.

  Cinderella looks up at me again. “Would you like to come with us?”

  Would I ever, but I won’t. I know that if I see her in a bikini, I’m gonna fuck her whether she wants it or not, and I can’t have her hating me before I even know why she calls to me so damn strongly.

  “No.”

  She taps her fingers on her steering wheel, her gaze leaving mine to stare straight ahead like she’s frustrated.

  Ruger gets in the backseat, and I learn her friend’s name is Bethany when she shouts it as soon as the back door closes.

  “Let’s go woman; I want a good tan before we go out tonight.”

  Cinderella shifts the car in drive. “Me too.”

  “Wait!” Spills from my mouth and her irises jump back over to me.

  Her shoes.

  I walk-jog to my room, grabbing the black heels off my table and bring them out to her.

  “Oh my god, thank you!” She smiles, and my mouth goes dry. She takes the shoes, handing them over to Bethany, who’s wearing a pleased grin.

  Leaning over, I look through the window that’s behind her seat, straight at Ruger. He glances at me, puzzled, and then rolls the window down. “’Sup?”

  “Eyes off Cinderella,” I quietly order, but it comes out more like an angry growl.

  Ruger’s eyebrows practically hit his hairline; he glances toward the driver’s seat, and it hits him what I’m saying. “Got ya, brother.”

  Nodding, I walk behind the car back to my room. On my way, I hear her repeat ‘Cinderella?’ dreamily and Ruger says, “Yep, that’d be you darlin’.”

  I waited around for hours, checking out the window whenever I’d hear a vehicle and every damn time I’d huff when it wasn’t them returning. Finally, I gave up, took a shower, put some clean clothes on and walked across the street to the bar.

  Taking a seat next to Saint and Sinner, I’m pleased when a beer’s set down in front of me almost immediately. I’m surprised they’re here and not corrupting some woman with both of their cocks.

  “Angel,” I nod toward Sinner. He’s not so bad, but he’s always around to egg Saint on. He’s the type to plant a seed in someone’s head, then sit back and watch them self-destruct on their own. You won’t catch him fighting much, but he sure loves to fuck with people’s minds.

  “Devil,” I fist-bump Saint, and they both chuckle at me giving them shit.

  They know those names are more fitting, though. Chicks eat up Saint’s ‘sweet boy’ charade he plays to get in their pants. However, I see him away from the women. Trust me when I say the only type of angel he’d ever be is a fallen one, and nowhere close to a Saint.

  I’m about half way through my beer when Ruger finally waltzes through the door. I wait with bated breath for Bethany and Cinderella to enter behind him, but they never do.

  Ruger plops down in the seat across from me, looking tanner than he did earlier. He may have gone for Bethany, but I still want to pop his legs off and beat him with them for the simple fact that he got to hang out with Cinderella today and I didn’t. I sat at the hotel pouting like a giant pansy ass.

  “Where’re the chicks?” I ask immediately. He better not have fucked it up with them.

  Saint and Sinner’s gazes both land on me as soon as the words leave my mouth.

  “They went to go change; they’ll be here.”

  “You found some new bitches for us, Ruger?” Saint pipes up.

  “Naw, just me and Vike. They were in here last night playing pool.”

  Sinner’s eyebrows shoot up as he does a low whistle. “Damn, it’s like that, huh? I would’ve chatted them up last night to get some pussy, but I got the impression they were skittish.”

  “What happened at the lake?” I interrupt, my jealousy nagging at me, wanting to know every single detail.

  “Not much. Cinderella painted her toenails when we first got there. Then she floated around the lake on a small air mattress and on the way back asked if your name was really Viking.”

  Saint leans forward. “No fucking way. Her name’s Cinderella? The blonde one? I bet she’s a goddamn fairy tale in bed,” he finishes, eyeing Sinner.

  Letting loose a deep growl, I slam my fist down on the table, hard enough to make the drinks bounce and everyone jump to catch them. I swear if he speaks about fucking her again I’m going to lose my shit. I’m not nearly buzzed enough to deal with bullshit comments about the woman I recently killed for.

  “Damn, Vike, my bad.” He holds his hands up in surrender. He’s seen me get pissed, and no way in hell would Sinner be able to save his ass from my wrath.

  Grunting in response, I turn back to Ruger. “You get some ass from her friend?”

  I only ask because it was written all over her at the motel that she wanted Nightmare, not another brother.

  “No, she’s a fucking cock tease, bro. We hooked up a little, but she wouldn’t let me get my dick wet, wouldn’t even give me head. We had a few shots of tequila, but I’m hoping tonight she’ll get blitzed and let me hit it.”

  Saint laughs and fist bumps Ruger, clearly approving of his less than stellar tactics to get laid. Can’t say shit about it, though; we’ve all done it at some point.

  Downing another beer, the night gets a little later before the girls finally show up. I’m fairly surprised to see her back so soon after the shit that went down. Most women would be locked inside their houses right now, too shaken up to leave. Is she just stubborn or could she feel safe coming back? Is it because she knows Ruger’s here and that I will also be? Nightmare and Spidey-boy have joined us as well, leaving Exterminator to sit with Scot up at the bar flirting with the bartender he’s got a hard-on for.

  Cinderella walks her fine ass through the do
or wearing a fitted black leather miniskirt that barely comes to the bottom of her ass cheeks, paired with a red corset top and the shoes I gave her earlier. There aren’t words strong enough to do her justice. Bitch makes my heart beat faster; that’s the biggest compliment any woman could ever receive from me.

  Surprisingly, Bethany holds her own. She fits perfectly alongside Cinderella, wearing daisy dukes, dusty cowboy boots, and a cut-up shirt coming to the bottom of her tits.

  I swear to God, everyone at the table probably came in their pants a little at the sight of them. They’re not just hotter than sin; they look like a biker’s fucking wet dream, dressed like some badass bitches that belong on the back of our bikes.

  “If you two don’t want those chicks, I’ll sacrifice myself to take one for the team,” Spider offers and a few brothers chuckle.

  Nightmare and I both mumble “shut-up,” at the same time.

  I catch it, but with the music on in the background, I don’t think the brothers realize it was both of us who said it.

  Cinderella came over to say hello when she first got here, but I ignored her. Up close her tits were nicely displayed, taunting me with each breath she took as they moved slightly. I couldn’t peel my eyes away from them. I’m sure if I had, my brothers would have been glued to her chest as well. My dick was so damn hard under the table; I couldn’t think, let alone speak. She needs to cover the hell up if she’s expecting some sort of a conversation to come out of me.

  It’s been sweet fucking torture to watch her each time, bending over the pool table to line up her shot. After each ball either one of them sinks in a pocket, the other takes a shot of liquor. I’ve been paying attention because I’m not letting them drive home if they’re both plastered. Right now Cinderella’s on her fourth and Bethany’s on her sixth.

  She glances at me briefly, walking around the pool table until she stops directly in front of our table. Spreading her feet apart, she bends over, her muscular legs on full display as she adjusts her pool stick until she has it where she wants it. She inhales a deep breath then pushes her ass out more while she takes her shot. With that motion, her skirt lifts the few inches I need it to so I can catch a glimpse of her bare pussy lips.

  My fist hits the table top again, loudly, causing her to jump up. She spins around, her hand on her chest and eyes wide. My nostrils flare as I breathe heavily, wanting to rip the skirt completely off her.

  “Are you okay?” She asks breathily and Saint groans beside me, no doubt witnessing what I was just privy too. I could go for punching him right about now.

  “Pull your skirt down,” I demand, glaring at her for making me lose control so easily.

  “Fine,” she huffs back. Wiggling slightly, she shimmies the tiny piece of material hugging her hips down. It moves all of an inch at the most, and I grit my teeth from her titties jiggling.

  She faces Bethany, her long platinum hair falling to the top of her ass. “I need you and a smoke.”

  Bethany gets a wicked grin on her face and downs a shot before eagerly following Cinderella through the bar. Either she’s happy about having a smoke or they’re up to something. Whatever it is, those girls are fucking trouble. People think bikers are bad, but that bitch is the type to make a brother lose it over her, and that’s gonna end up being me if I don’t keep my distance.

  Slamming the double shot of whiskey I had resting in front of me, I’m stuck listening to my brothers talk about how they all hope that the chicks have friends that look as good as they do.

  “You going out there?” Nightmare asks quietly, so the others don’t hear him over their conversation.

  “Nope.”

  “Why the fuck not?”

  Shrugging, I take a gulp of my beer.

  “You know with the cunt shot she just sent you, she wants to fuck. If you don’t jump on it, any other man in this shit hole would be happy to, Saint included.” My eyes fly toward the other brother busy carrying on, drinking and having a good time, paying Nightmare and myself no attention. Nightmare raps his knuckles on the table. “Somehow I don’t think you’d let anyone touch her, though.”

  “What do you know about it?”

  He copies me, shrugging and sits back in his seat, taking a long pull from his bottle.

  Goddamn it. Fine. I hate the fact that he’s right. I would go fucking apeshit on someone if they touched her. She has me so wound up; I’m liable to flip out on anyone at this point.

  “I’mma smoke,” I declare suddenly, so everyone at the table hears me.

  Night and Spider nod, while Saint, Sinner, and Ruger keep on reminiscing over our last trip to Florida. They turned into some regular beach boys, going surfing and shit. We gave them all types of hell for it, but they ended up loving it regardless of our opinions.

  Trekking through the bar, I take a deep breath once I arrive at the door leading me outside where Cinderella is. I have no idea what the fuck to say to her or them both if they’re standing there smoking and attempt to talk to me. I ought to make her put on my shirt while we’re out back. It’s the least she could do so I don’t end up killing someone else for her tonight. At this rate, it’ll end up being one of my fucking brothers.

  I head outside, making sure the door closes behind me and that no one’s followed me. I hope she was at least cautious enough to do that much as well. Standing beside it, I lean my tired body against the brick wall and dig a cigarette out of my front pocket, then my zippo.

  It takes a few tries to get my smoke lit in the breeze, but it works eventually, allowing me a couple of drags before I hear the first soft moan. My eyes fly to the left of me where the building protrudes out in an ‘L’ shape.

  In the full moon’s bright glow mixed with the porch light, I can clearly make out Cinderella propped up against the building. They have the short leather skirt pushed up to her waist exposing her nakedness that I caught a glimpse of back at the pool table.

  The real shocker is that Bethany’s on her knees right in front of her, with her shorts pushed down to the ground. She has one hand between her legs, pumping away while her face is between Cinderella’s thighs, licking furiously at her cunt.

  Groaning, my hand immediately goes to my dick, squeezing it through my pants, attempting to ease some of the huge ache it’s suddenly feeling from not getting the attention it wants. This is the last thing I was ever expecting when I got up from my seat. Cinderella’s eyes meet mine as she moans again and I squeeze my cock harder. Fuck, I want in her so badly. This is no doubt the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.

  Bethany starts sucking on Cinderella’s pussy as her hand moves faster under her shorts; she squirms for a second before pushing her away. Bethany stays directly in front of her, using both of her hands to chase her orgasm.

  Cinderella locks her gaze with mine again and inserts two of her fingers as deep as they’ll go; my palm rubs my cock over my jeans, consumed by the sight in front of me.

  Bethany calls out in bliss, finding her release as she watches Cinderella pleasure herself.

  She pumps her fingers in and out, each time grinding her palm against her clit and moaning all while watching me. Cinderella’s eyes suddenly fly closed, a loud moan escaping her as she rides the waves of her orgasm. The vulnerable look of surrender as she gives in and accepts the pleasure overcoming her body is fucking breathtaking.

  She finishes and Bethany climbs to her feet, both of them wearing pleased smiles. Pulling my hand away from my dick, I take a drag off my forgotten cigarette as they fix their clothes, approaching me.

  Bethany beams a bright smile as she passes by, heading back inside.

  I’m panting like I just ran a fucking marathon when Cinderella gets to me. I’m expecting her to do the same as Bethany, but she pauses. Her blue irises take in my flushed face as her tongue glides over her lips, making my heart rate spike even higher from the simple gesture, and then she does something I’ll never forget for the rest of my fucking life.

  The bitch reaches her
hand up, taking her two fingers she just came all over and brushed them against my mouth, leaving her wetness behind on my lips. It’s more than I can handle; her scent on my mouth is my fucking undoing.

  She flashes a sexy smile and disappears through the door. She’s gone before I even realize it and I’m not sure if I’m in shock that she just did that or because she left me like this after such a brazen invitation. At least for her sake I hope that’s what it was, or she’s going to be highly pissed when I call her on it.

  Licking my lips breaks me, and I go storming through the door, on a mission to have her. She thinks she can do that without any repercussions? I don’t fucking think so. That bitch is so fucking mine; she doesn’t know it yet, but she will real quick.

  Once I make it through the hallway and into the bar, she’s yet again bent over the pool table, just like she never left.

  Perfect.

  With a few powerful strides, I’m behind her; Bethany’s eye’s growing wide when she notices how furious I am. Cinderella gets a ‘what’ out to Bethany before I slam the top part of her body down onto the pool table. She attempts to move, but I hold her down with my hand in the middle of her back. She’s no match for my strength no matter how hard she tries.

  With my other hand, I release the button on my jeans, my zipper lowering immediately from my dick trying to burst out and lift her skirt up, uncovering half of her ass cheeks. She starts to scream in protest while everyone watches me claim her in front of the entire bar. After this, no one will ever touch her again around here.

  “You offered your pussy up, Cinderella; now I’m fucking taking it,” I declare and she quits jerking around as I slam my dick inside, seating it in her fully. Once she hears my voice, I can feel the muscles in her back relax some; the fight left in her is purely because I’ve decided to collect in front of everyone.

  Gripping her hip tightly, I take her hard and rough, our skin making loud smacking sounds each time our bodies meet a certain way. Her pussy’s tight, so fucking good, squeezing my cock like an angry fist.