Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 202(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 202(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
Not wasting a beat, wanting to reward her for being so strong through every pain-filled hour of being tattooed, I buried my face against her cunt and began to eat her out like I was on death row and she was the last meal I’d ever get. And honestly, if I ever ended up on death row for the shit I did for this club and for her, I would seriously request her for my last meal just so I could die knowing I’d given her one last bit of happiness with me.
She moaned my name, whimpering, pleading, begging me for more, but I continued my torturous assault, making her come on my lips over and over.
She tasted so fucking sweet, and I couldn’t get enough of her.
Finally, right as she was coming again, I pulled my dick out of my jeans and slid deep inside of her, my hands tightly clenching her hips.
And I fucked her.
I owned her.
I filled her sweet pussy up with my cum.
And I imprinted my goddamn mark on her fucking soul.
9
Sam
A loud bang sounded on Reina’s bedroom door. “Table in fucking five!” River roared from outside of Reina’s bedroom, jerking me out of my sleep. My hand was already on my gun before I realized I’d moved it. Even my subconscious mind wasn’t taking chances with Reina’s safety.
Reina moaned and rolled to her other side. I heaved a soft sigh. If River was calling church like that, banging on fucking doors, something had happened. And I needed to get my ass up and to the fucking table.
I quickly rolled out of Reina’s bed and got dressed, glancing at the time on my phone. It was five in the evening.
Fuck.
I didn’t want to leave Reina’s warm, soft body, but I had a duty to the club, too. And if this had anything to do with the Angels of Hell, I needed to know about it.
I quickly rushed out of the room once my boots were on and strode up the hall, shrugging my cut on my shoulders. River looked up at me when I entered the chapel, anger simmering in the depths of his blue eyes. I shut the door. “Sorry,” I said, taking my seat at the table. “I was napping.”
River shook his head at me, his way of saying he didn’t need an apology or an explanation from me. I’d made it within the five minutes he’d given. Not to mention, I was his VP. It got me a little slack when it came to punctuality. But the anger in his eyes? That meant something had happened, and he was pissed about it.
“War has just been declared,” River announced. I gritted my teeth. No one had ever declared war on the Fathers of Mayhem before, not once in all the years this club had been established. We were known for keeping the peace. But Angels of Hell had fucked up when they touched Reina. Like hell was I letting that shit slide.
Let the war come. I was fucking ready for it.
“The Angels of Hell’s mother charter has declared it. I just got fucking word from Alejandro. I’m calling a mother fucking lockdown. Women and kids do not leave this goddamn clubhouse. I don’t even want them outside on the fucking lot. Am I clear? We die before our women and kids do.”
Everyone sitting at that table voiced their agreement. “Everyone sitting here has ten minutes once I finish saying what I’ve got to say to get a list of shit they need. After that, you’ve got thirty minutes to get to the store, get everything on your list, and get the fuck back to this clubhouse. Gates are locked and the club is completely locked down after that thirty-minute mark is up whether you’re inside these gates or not.”
I nodded once in understanding. River looked at me. “Anything you want to add, VP?”
I shook my head. He nodded once and slammed his gavel down. The room cleared out quickly. River looked over at me. “Up to you how much you tell Reina. You’ve claimed her.” That was his way of telling me she was on Adelaide’s level. I was free to tell her everything if I wanted to.
With that, he stood and left the room as well. I blew out a harsh breath and walked back down the hall. Reina was sitting up in bed, still naked. She looked up at me, holding the tube of A&D ointment Ink had left behind for her to use on her back.
She looked stunning. Fucking beautiful, really. She was everything I’d ever wanted and more, and I was the lucky bastard that got to call her mine.
“I need help putting this on,” she said softly, holding it up for me to take from her.
I grabbed the tube from her hand, and she stood, giving me her fine-as-hell back. I palmed an ass cheek, unable to help myself. It was soft and plump. She had a bit more weight gaining to do, but she was getting there. And her ass was shaping up nicely while she was at it.