UNCHAIN ME: SAVAGE BEAST MC 3 Read online

  “What?” he barks.

  My body jumps, biting the corner of my lip, I look at him, then down to his feet. “Nothing,” I lie.

  He snorts, obviously not believing my words. I wouldn’t either. It was obviously a lie. There is something very wrong. However, it doesn’t really have to do with him. It has to do with me.

  I’m jealous and I shouldn’t be. I’m showing him way more than I should, unable to hide behind the walls that I’ve spent three years building.

  The bed dips next to me, but he doesn’t reach out to touch me immediately. Instead, he just sits there, staring—waiting.

  “That was Pinkie. She’s a clubwhore. I’ve fucked her before,” he announces with a shrug.

  He says it as if it means nothing to him. It probably does mean nothing, just like the countless men that I’ve fucked. What a pair we are.

  Then he holds out a small piece of black fabric. “She brought you a dress, says your shorts won’t feel too good against your leg.”

  Lifting my hand, I reach for the fabric, surprised at how soft the cotton is between my fingers. He allows me to take it from his grasp, but he doesn’t move. His eyes still watch me, assessing. I watch as his tongue peeks out and tastes his bottom lip. The move for whatever reason turns me on, again.

  A shiver rolls through my body, my eyes focusing nowhere but his mouth. His lips twitch into a small smile.

  “You know how all of this works now, don’t you, Fragolina?” he asks, his voice deceptively soft and almost sweet sounding.

  “What works?” I ask.

  He lifts his hand, extending it to wrap his fingers around the side of my neck. “Your new position.”

  I bite the corner of my lip, unsure of what he wants me to say, what I’m supposed to do now that I have this mark on me. It seems as though, not only am I his woman officially, I’m something else, but I’m not sure what.

  He leans in a bit closer, his nose almost touching the tip of my own. “Just like in the famiglia, I am in charge. I am your man, but I am also the president. The Boss, if you will. You do not ask me questions, about anything, especially in a public forum. You do as I say when I say. I know you know your place. I know that you’ll be a good girl. I’ll reward you and often for your compliance.”

  I’m not sure what to say, how to react to his speech. He’s made it abundantly clear that I am nothing but a warm body in his bed. He has marked me, but I think that there is so much more behind his reasonings for that.

  I nod. I am still a pawn. I can feel my throat closing in anticipation of what I know will be nothing other than sheer violence and terror when Gavino shows up in Arizona, because he will show.

  “Gavino won’t be happy with any of this,” I whisper.

  Drago’s fingers squeeze the back of my neck, his gray eyes flash with something that I don’t quite understand. “I could give a fuck if Santoro is happy, why do you?” he growls.

  I lick my bottom lip, my lips parting. He’s hovering above me, I’m still lying halfway on my side, but all that I can see is his gorgeous gray eyes, his full beard, and his kissable lips. Right now, Gavino Santoro is nothing but a memory, because Drago is my present and if I’m lucky, my future.

  “I don’t want him to hurt you,” I whisper.

  Whatever was working behind his eyes disappears and his lips twitch. He slants his head, his lips finding mine and he slides his tongue along the seam of my mouth before it dives inside of me, tasting me—owning me.

  “He ain’t touchin’ either of us, baby,” he murmurs against my lips. “Now change, let’s go show my club their new queen.”

  Drago is so sure, so confident that Gavino won’t come near him, or us. I wish that I could be the same. I’m not. Gavino may seem like a fair man, like a decent man, but that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t have a bad side—a brutal side. He most definitely does and I’m not sure Drago realizes just how ruthless Gavino can be.

  Drago helps me to my feet and my thigh shakes as I attempt to stand with equal weight on both legs. My branded leg is so much weaker than the other. I know without a doubt that I’ll be walking with a limp tonight.

  Closing my eyes, I inhale a deep breath and let out a sigh as I pull the dress over my head. I’m thankful that the material is soft as I shimmy it over my body. I hiss as the hem slides over the bandage on my thigh, but once it’s in place, it doesn’t hurt, at least not as I’m standing still.

  Stepping into a pair of panties, I cringe as I pull them up my legs, then let out a breath once they’re in place and no longer touching my thigh. Smoothing out my dress, I bite the corner of my lip as my fingers brush the soft fabric.

  “Pinkie brought your sandals too,” Drago announces, dropping my shoes to the floor in front of my feet.

  I chance taking a step forward to slide my feet into the shoes. Inhaling through my nose, I exhale as I slip both feet into the shoes. Drago is standing by the closed door, his eyes focused on me. They’re hard, his nostrils flaring, but he doesn’t speak right away.

  Biting the corner of my lip, I take a step toward him, then another until I’m directly in front of him, my body pressed against his. He’s still shirtless, I can feel his warmth through the thin material of the black dress.

  “Everyone will see your hard nipples down there. You need a fuckin’ bra,” he announces.

  I don’t tell him that I had one on, but he made me strip. Instead, I place my palm on his chest and slowly slide it over his tattoos until I reach the back of his neck. Twisting my fingers in his hair, I let out a shaky breath as I tip my head back to look in his gray gaze.

  “Only you will be able to touch them, lick them, suck them, pinch them,” I breathe.

  He grunts, reaching for my hips, his fingers gripping them roughly as he tugs me ever closer against him. I moan when I feel his hardening length against my belly. He dips his chin, his lips touching mine briefly. He takes a step back, sliding his vest over his shoulders sans shirt, and pulls his jeans on along with his boots.

  “Damn fucking straight.”

  Once we’re at the bar, he slides his arm around my waist and tugs me against his side so that I can take the weight off of my leg. It’s almost sweet, if he could be considered sweet, this would be the moment.

  Lifting his hand, he holds up three fingers. Without a word the man behind the bar takes out two shot glasses and fills them with what looks to be tequila. He grabs a beer and brings them over to us.

  “Leave the bottle,” he orders.

  Silently, he lifts his chin, reaching for the bottle after he’s set out glasses and my beer down. Picking up one of the shot glasses he slides it over so that it is directly in front of me. I reach for the glass, my fingers wrapping around it, but not lifting it to my mouth.

  “It’ll take the edge off of your leg,” he murmurs.

  I watch as he lifts his glass to his lips and swallows its contents in one gulp. Then he picks the bottle of beer up and takes a swig of that.

  Lifting the glass to my own lips, smelling the liquor, I curl my lip. I don’t know how I’m going to ingest this. Not without throwing up everywhere.

  “Down the hatch, Fragolina,” he urges.

  Closing my eyes, I part my lips wider and I do exactly as he did. Pouring the entire glass full of liquid down my throat and swallowing. My eyes widen as it burns my throat and I turn to face him. My entire body shivers at the taste and burn as it lands in my empty stomach.

  Drago chuckles, lifting the beer bottle to my lips and pouring some into my mouth. I swallow it, my eyes focused on his warm ones as he watches.

  “A couple more of those and you won’t be feeling any pain, baby,” he murmurs.

  I open my mouth to say something, but he places the beer bottle down and then grabs the tequila bottle and pours us each one more shot. He doesn’t instruct me to drink it, but I know that he wants me to. Pinching my eyes closed, I do it again, regretting it as much the second time as I did the first.

  DRAGON
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br />   Presley, Esther, and Maria appear at Bellarosa’s side just as Silver appears at my own. Wolfe is behind him and so is Jaguar. Turning my back to Bella, I assume the girls are going to talk to her, welcome her the way they had intended to before tonight turned into a branding party.

  “Fuck,” Silver hisses.

  I chuckle. “Fuck is right.”

  “You sure as shit, that’s what you wanted to do with her?”

  I shrug. “It’s done now.”

  “I don’t think that Santoro is going to be too fucking happy. She was one of his girls, one of his main girls,” Wolfe mutters.

  Honest to fuck, I do not want to hear about Bellarosa being a whore anymore, not from anybody else. I know what she was, she knows what she was, but that’s not who she is now. Clearing my throat, I grab my beer and take in a deep pull.

  “He was trading her with the Russians. What’s the difference, he trades her with us instead?”

  “Money,” Jaguar grunts.

  “The Russians were going to give him a trained call girl as an even trade. What are you gonna do, give them Pinkie? As good as Pinkie is, she ain’t a high-class whore. No way would they accept that shit,” Wolfe states.

  I cringe, thinking about his words. The only woman we could send that could possibly be accepted is Della. She hasn’t been here long and she comes from a higher class background. She would be easier to train. I look over at Jaguar, he must realize what I’m thinking because his face goes hard and his eyes narrow.

  “Don’t even fuckin’ think about it,” he grinds out.

  Clearing my throat, I lift my hand and run my fingers through my hair. “She ain’t claimed, she’s ours to do with as we please…”

  Jaguar puffs up his chest, his spine straightening as he looks directly into my eyes, his are full of fire and straight out anger.

  “Fuck you, Dragon. Fuck. You. I should have taken that cunt right back to Santoro. I didn’t, because I knew that you would like her. The fuck you’re going to send Della there after what I did for you,” he growls.

  Grabbing the tequila, I bring the bottle to my lips and take a big pull. I hiss as I swallow the booze, my eyes never leaving his angry gaze. I shake my head once, then inhale a deep breath.

  “You didn’t take her back because you didn’t want to see what they’d do to her. Don’t try to make this about me. This is about you being a decent fuckin’ guy. I’m glad that you are, but brother, you have to understand that I can’t be. I have to make decisions sometimes that I don’t fuckin’ want to.”

  He doesn’t respond, instead he turns his back on me and stomps away. I watch his retreating form as he makes a beeline directly for Della. He wraps his hand around her bicep and tugs her against him. Then he walks toward his bedroom, with her practically running behind him to stay close.

  “This shit is fucked,” Wolfe murmurs.

  Letting out an exhale, I look over to him. “It is and I’m sure I’ve made it worse by branding her, but I couldn’t send her back.”

  He lifts his chin. “I know, me and Silver, even Jag. We all get it. We knew the second we saw her, fuck, I knew when I met her. I just fuckin’ knew that she was going to be more than just some girl in Gavino’s house. I don’t know how, but I had that gut fuckin’ feeling that she was going to be more.”

  “Mierda,” Silver curses.

  “No fuckin’ shit,” I reply.

  Chapter Sixteen

  BELLAROSA

  My eyes won’t open. I try, but I’m pulled back into the lull of sleep. What feels like seconds later, I feel lips touch my shoulder, then the middle of my back, then right above my ass cheek. Fingers trail down my spine to the crack of my ass. Without thinking, I spread my legs and tip my hips so that my pussy is displayed.

  “Fragolina,” a deep voice rasps.

  I attempt cracking one of my eyes open, but promptly close it when the room seems to spin a bit. My entire body shivers as I feel Drago’s fingers slide down my ass toward my pussy. He doesn’t dip them inside of my center as they drift over, instead he lightly glides them over my clit.

  “Drago,” I whisper, careful not to speak too loudly, my head is already beginning to pound from the too many tequila shots I had last night.

  His fingers continue to touch lightly, his lips moving up my back until they rest against the shell of my ear.

  “Are you going to come for me?” he asks. I hiss at the feeling of his fingers as they enter my tender pussy. “Sore?” he asks on a chuckle.

  I don’t remember much of last night. I remember meeting three women, Old Ladies like me now. They asked me a few questions, but mostly, they just chatted and allowed me to listen and take everything in around me.

  Only when their men came to collect them did Esther reach out and wrap her hand around my forearm. “Don’t fight it, Bella. Dragon is a good man, a tough man, but a good one. This place, these men, you will never be as safe as you are right now. Maybe this wasn’t the path you’d set for yourself, but you’re here and he’s claimed you, hold on, babe.”

  She didn’t allow me to ask questions or respond. Instead she turned around, into Wolfe’s arms and allowed him to drag her away. Drago slid another shot of tequila over to me and that was the last thing that I recall of the evening.

  “I am,” I admit, lifting my hips a little higher to accept more of his fingers. Sore or not, I want his touch—I crave it.

  His fingers curl inside of me, his other hand sliding around the front of my hip to play with my clit at the same time. We’re limited in our positions with my leg, but I have to admit, I’m enjoying this one immensely.

  “You were fucking wild, it was hot as fuck,” he exhales against my ear.

  I can’t even pretend to be embarrassed. I’m his to do with as he pleases, and whatever I did last night, I know without a doubt, it was done with that intention in mind—to please him.

  “I want you to ride me nice and slow, do you think you could do that with your leg?” he asks.

  With a hum, my hips jerk. He slowly removes his hands from between my legs and I let out a whimper. Before I climb over him, I slide down the bed and slowly open my eyes. Straddling his thighs, I look down at his hard length between us, then drag my gaze up to his face.

  Smiling, I wrap my hand around his cock. He’s heavy and hard in my grip. He grunts, dipping his chin to look at the way my fingers curl around him. Slowly, I lower my head and chest, keeping my eyes on his as I take him into my mouth.

  My head is pounding, but I ignore it as I take him completely down my throat. His eyes widen, then his mouth parts and the sexiest groan I have ever heard rumbles from his chest.

  One of his hands slides through the hair at the side of my head and he holds me gently, as if he knows that I have the beginnings of a hangover of epic proportions.

  “Fragolina,” he grunts, lifting his hips.

  I move along his length, sucking and licking his thick cock before I take him completely down my throat again. The sounds he makes, the way his hips move, it’s so beautiful that I find myself getting more and more turned on by the second. I’ve never felt anything this intense with another person before.

  My hips move by their own volition, searching for relief from the ache that is beginning to grow, along with the embarrassing extreme wetness. Drago grips my hair a bit tighter, gently tugging me off of his cock. I lick my lips, trying to clean myself up of the saliva that’s begun to dribble down my chin.

  “Get your beautiful ass up here and ride me, baby,” he murmurs.

  The look in his eyes is so intense, his voice so commanding that I have no choice but to do as he’s ordered. Shifting up his body until I feel his wet cock against my center, I bite my lip as I look down at him. His hands wrap around my waist, picking me up slightly so that his cock aligns with my slit.

  “Drago,” I sigh as I slowly take him inside of me, sitting down completely, my eyes fluttering closed when I’m stretched and full.

  He grunts, his f
ingers squeezing my waist and I slowly open my eyes to look down at him. He’s clenching his jaw, his gray gaze focused on my eyes and nowhere else. “Fuck, how did this happen?” he asks.

  “What?”

  He shakes his head once but doesn’t reply, instead he lifts his hips, bucking inside of me. “Fuck me,” he demands. “Slowly.”

  DRAGON

  Bellarosa collapses against my chest as soon as I empty inside of her. She’s fucking wrecked, and she should be. I fucked her hard, unrelenting, last night.

  Both of us were so drunk out of our minds that we seemed to be able to go for hours. Her cunt is probably aching right now, but waking up next to her, looking down and seeing the bandage that hides my brand, I couldn’t stop myself.

  My fingers gently glide up and down her bare back, enjoying the way she is panting against my neck as she attempts to catch her breath. I feel her fingers dance up my biceps, then wrap around my shoulders before she pushes herself up slightly.

  With my cock half-mast, buried inside of her, I grin as I look up at her pretty face. Her hair is a fucking mess, an obvious tell that she’s been fucked, and fucked hard. Her face is pink and flushed, her lips swollen from my own. She looks like a goddamn dream.

  “When is Gavino supposed to be here?” she asks, killing my buzz.

  I grunt, grinding my teeth together. “Tonight, tomorrow. Not sure. I know he’s coming. Kade is supposed to set up a meet. You know him, I assume.”

  Her eyes round and she gulps as they slide to the side. Lifting my hand, I cup her cheek and guide her face back over to mine so that I can see her pretty light eyes. She bites the corner of her lip as she nods once.

  “I know him,” she admits softly.

  “Didn’t doubt that you did. That man likes his women, by the handful. He’s got three steady ones that live with him,” I say.

  Her eyes widen again, it’s so fucking cute and it makes her look so young, more her age instead of the years that are added to her eyes by the things that she’s seen.