UNCHAIN ME: SAVAGE BEAST MC 3 Page 17

  “How’s your leg?” I ask, my fingers drifting down her spine touching the top of her ass, then gliding back up to the base of her neck before traveling down again.

  She stays quiet for a moment before she answers, then asks a question of her own. “Hurts. Why did you come back here tonight?”

  I think about her question, unsure of how I should answer it. I could tell her the truth, that I tried to pass out in my bed, but couldn’t because she wasn’t there. I could admit that I’m completely fucking attached to her, that I need her beside me to feel anything or to just relax.

  I am so fucked.

  My fingers don’t stop trailing up and down her soft spine. “Needed to fuck you,” I say.

  Admitting the partial truth makes me feel almost guilty. She should know everything, but she can’t and I won’t tell her a goddamn thing.

  Knowing how I feel about her, what she does to me, that can bring nothing but trouble. I already figure Gavino and his men have me figured out, the last thing I need is for any true enemies to see just how much I need her. How much I already care for her. And if I were man enough to admit it, how much I already fucking love her.

  Bellarosa nods, her eyes shifting to the side, then I watch as her teeth sink into her bottom lip. Closing my eyes, I lay my head back and attempt to fall asleep. I need to fucking relax. I need to get this relationship shit off of my mind.

  Bella is mine, paperwork has been signed and she’s been branded. I don’t know why I’m feeling unsettled, and fucking uptight about this shit. She’s mine, there’s nowhere for her to go. I should feel a hell of a lot calmer when it comes to her—to us.

  “Okay,” she breathes.

  Wrapping my hand around her waist from behind her back, I roll her onto her back. She widens her legs automatically and I fit my hips between her thighs. My eyes search her sad ones. Ignoring the look on her face, I dip my chin and brush my lips along her own.

  “Fragolina. Whatever you are thinking, just stop,” I murmur against her mouth.

  She sighs, her lips opening to speak rather than to take my tongue inside of her. “I’m not thinking anything,” she lies.

  I let out a chuckle, shifting my hips so that my hard cock is aligned with her still sticky wet center. She lifts her hips to take more than just my head inside of her. I move to my knees widening them so that her legs spread with mine.

  She’s almost completely immobile. Her eyes wide, her face unreadable, her fucking mouth—perfection.

  “Liar,” I state as I sink deep into her warm cunt.

  I watch as her nose scrunches and her eyes narrow. Keeping my arm around her back, I pull up slightly, forcing her to arch her tits out for me as I sink the rest of the way inside of her, filling her soft body to the hilt.

  “Drago,” she sighs.

  It hits me straight in my fucking cock, her whisper, the way she says it while I’m buried deep inside of her. It’s too fucking much, it will never be enough and, fuck, I can’t even bring myself to tell her that.

  Rolling my hips, I begin to move, my eyes focusing on hers and the way they are staring straight into my goddamn soul.

  “You are the only one, Bellarosa, know that.”

  She shakes her head, her eyes closing as pain slices across her face. When she reopens and focuses her blue eyes on me, I fucking flinch at the sight before me. Her walls are down, her soul bared, and fuck me she looks almost hurt.

  “Don’t lie to me,” she rasps as her hips lift, meeting my slow rolling ones with her own.

  I moan, lost in the way that she feels wrapped around me, the way her blue eyes are nowhere but my own. Fuck. How she thinks I could have this with anyone else, I don’t fucking know.

  “This, it’s only for you. It’s only ever been for you. I’ve been waiting for you to come to me, Fragolina. Been waiting a goddamn lifetime,” I admit.

  She shakes her head, her eyes pinching closed as her body stiffens. She’s close, she’s fighting it, but she’s close. Lowering my head, I brush my lips across hers, then I sink my tongue inside of her mouth. I fuck her mouth and pussy simultaneously, knowing how much she fucking loves it.

  Bellarosa lifts her hands, her fingers wrap around my biceps and her nails dig into my flesh. Ripping my lips from hers with a growl, I grind against her clit a little harder. She whimpers, her eyes still closed as her plump lips part.

  I feel it coming, her pussy flutters around me and I know that it’s going to feel so fucking good when she does let go. She lifts her hips, faster, her body taking over the movements searching for release, knowing it’s on the edge and that what comes next will feel like fucking bliss.

  Her nails dig deeper into my skin at the same time her pussy clamps down around me. Rearing my hips back, I slam inside of her until I find my own release. My eyes stay on hers, focusing on her own as we come.

  Tears fill hers, but I don’t understand them and honest to fuck, I don’t think that I want to. I should tell her how I feel, maybe reassure her in some way, but I don’t. Instead, I ignore everything and bury my face in her neck until both of our bodies come down from their post-orgasmic state.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  BELLAROSA

  I feel something shift below me, then murmurs of voices, but I’m too exhausted to even crack an eye open. Within seconds, the room is bathed in silence again and I fall back asleep, drenched in the fog surrounding me.

  What feels like seconds later, I feel something light brush my shoulder. Then my hair is shifted off to the side and I feel that something light brush the back of my exposed neck. I hum, my eyelids fluttering open as I roll onto my back.

  I bite the corner of my lip as Drago peers down from above me. He’s seated next to my hip, his eyes roaming my face, his hair still unruly from sleep, his beard thick and full. Skimming my gaze down his torso, I notice that he’s shirtless, his bare chest exposed to me.

  Lifting my hand, I chance touching a tattoo that starts at one of his pecs and wraps around his shoulder, sliding down his arm and then wraps around his back as well.

  It’s a flying dragon, a testament to the name that he’s been given. Not only is it flying, it’s fire breathing, and it looks fierce, angry, and unbelievably beautiful, just like him.

  “Good morning,” he murmurs, his voice thick and sexy, soft and almost sweet sounding.

  Smiling, I lift my hand and run my fingers across his full lips. He nips the pad of my index finger, a smile playing on his lips.

  “C’mon, I got you coffee and donuts. Put something on, Kora’s in the dining room waitin’.”

  Without another word he stands and walks out of the room. I wonder if he went to the donut shop wearing only the low-slung track pants that rest on his hips, or if he slid a shirt over his tanned, toned, body.

  Slipping from bed, I reach for a shirt on the floor, lifting it to my nose I can smell a hint of sweat, oil, smoke, and booze. It smells like him, like my Drago. I know that I shouldn’t be thinking of him like that, but it’s who he is, mine, as much as I am his.

  I may not be able to completely own his body the way that he does mine, but I think that as much as I want to, I can at least own the parts that he allows. If I can keep him satisfied, if I can keep him happy, maybe he will never turn to another, even if it’s just for physical pleasure.

  However, because of who I am, because of what I was, I understand that sex is not love and love is not sex. Inhaling deeply, I pull the shirt on over my body, determined to take what I can of this man, to cherish what he is willing to give me, because I have a feeling he’s never given any true part of himself to another.

  Walking into the living room, then turning into the dining room, my lips immediately turn up into a smile. Kora is sitting at the table, a small plate with a donut in front of her. It’s cake, with pink frosting and sprinkles. She also has a small paper coffee to-go cup in front of her.

  “I got hot coffee, too.” She beams as I sit down across from her.

  My eyes s
hift from the sugar-covered twist donut, and the matching cake donut with pink frosting and sprinkles in front of me, to her.

  “You did?” I ask.

  She nods, lifting the cup to her lips and gingerly taking a sip. “Well, hot chocolate. But I like to call it, hot coffee.” She shrugs.

  Drago chuckles from next to me and I shift my gaze over to him. He’s smiling, his eyes bright and almost glittering as she looks between us.

  “Kora insisted on getting you a matching one. There’s chocolate in the box too, if you’d rather have that. I wasn’t sure what you’d want. The coffee is a caramel vanilla latte, figured that was pretty fuckin’ girlie.” He shrugs.

  My tongue peeks out to taste my bottom lip and my gaze shifts from him to the donuts, the coffee, the box of donuts, then back to him. “I haven’t had a donut in at least three years,” I whisper. “I don’t even really remember what kind I like.”

  “You have to try them all, then,” Kora announces.

  Turning to face her, I can’t help but smile as her little body shifts from side to side, her eyes big as she opens her mouth wide and takes a gigantic bite of the sweet breakfast. The pink frosting crackles and some falls to the plate, while some stays on the edges of her lips, and even more sticks to her cheek.

  Biting the corner of my lip, I look over to Drago. “I guess I have plenty of time to try them all, then, don’t I?” I ask.

  His lips twitch into a small smile, his hand wrapping around my thigh from beneath the table and he squeezes. “You sure as fuck do, Fragolina.”

  I open my mouth to respond to his words, though unsure of what I am going to say when his phone rings from the kitchen. He frowns, lifting his own cinnamon roll to his mouth and taking a huge bite before he stands and walks over to his ringing phone.

  “What shall we do today?” I ask Kora before I lift my sugar twisted confection to my lips.

  Her eyes move from me to Drago and I watch as her entire happy mood completely deflates. “We won’t be spending it with Daddy, if you’re wondering,” she mutters.

  Turning to look behind me, I frown at the sight of Drago. His body is stiff and his eyes cut to me. He shakes his head once, turning his back to us before he stomps off toward the front door. I hear it open, then slam closed, leaving us alone in the house.

  “That’s okay, we have each other,” I offer, shifting my gaze back to hers.

  Her eyes slowly lift to meet mine and she shakes her head once. “Maybe,” she whispers.

  “School tomorrow, right?” I ask.

  She nods. “Yeah, I don’t like my teacher much. I miss Miss Reynolds.” She shrugs.

  “Is that Esther?” I ask.

  She nods. “I get to see her after school still, but I liked her there better. It’s not the same without her,” she confesses.

  “Are you having problems with your teacher? With other children?”

  I don’t know that I can help her, it’s been so long since I’ve been in school and the life that I’ve led the past three years has done a number on my memory banks. Simple tasks that were once an everyday thing seem to have slipped away.

  I should remember what school is like, but I don’t. It’s like my brain has shut my past almost completely away and tucked it into some dark memory banks deep inside of me, never to be seen again.

  Honestly, I’m not sure that I really want to remember life before Antonio Rossi took me, trained me, and sold me to clients for hours of pleasure. It makes me feel sad to think about how much has changed, to think about what could have been.

  Taking another bite of donut, I flash Kora a bright smile. It’s fake, but luckily, she doesn’t call me on it. “We’ll have fun, just the two of us. Maybe you can teach me how to cook a decent dinner?” I ask.

  She giggles, shaking her head. “I can’t cook,” she announces.

  Leaning forward, I look from side to side. “I can’t either,” I whisper.

  “We’ll call Miss Presley, she can cook. Buster tells me all the fancy stuff she makes and it sounds so good. She’ll teach us.”

  Something ugly settles in the pit of my stomach at the idea of Kora liking the other women more than me. It shouldn’t bother me at all, but I just want her to like me, too.

  Biting the inside of my cheek, I decide to push the bitter feeling down. This woman and Esther, they are part of Drago’s group and if I want to stay in everyone’s good graces, I need to befriend them.

  “Okay. That’s what we’ll do, we’ll ask her if she can host a cooking class for us,” I quip brightly.

  The stormy clouds of disappointment from her father’s ringing phone disappear from her eyes and it’s replaced with bright shiny happiness.

  Kora’s gray eyes are so expressive and pretty, but like this, enraptured in pure unadulterated happiness, they are downright gorgeous. I wonder if Drago will ever match the look, or if he’s too far gone, too guarded to ever experience anything as fully as his young daughter does.

  I know that I am too far gone to look the way she does, to feel the way she does. Maybe it’s something that only children can experience because they haven’t felt the dips and curves, the ups and downs, and the extreme disappointments of life.

  DRAGON

  I curse, ending the call and shoving my phone deep into my back pocket, wishing I could throw it in the yard, maybe aim for the fence at the end of the property. I sense her presence before I feel her touch against my bare back.

  “Did you go to the donut shop like this?” she asks as her lips skim my spine.

  I hum. Lifting my arm to reach around and tag her waist to guide her in front of me. She tips her head back, her big eyes searching my face, looking for something. I’m not sure what she’s trying to say to me, what she’s attempting to look for, but I don’t have time to figure it out right now, either.

  “I have to go to the clubhouse,” I murmur.

  Her eyes slide to the side and I shake my head, cupping her cheek to guide her face back to look at mine. I like her eyes on me, I enjoy the way that she looks at me. She seems to be always trying to figure me out, but can’t quite. She sees more than any other person ever has.

  “Can I have Presley’s number?” she asks.

  I’m taken aback by her question. It definitely was not one that I expected. Frowning, I look down at her and tilt my head to the side.

  “Kora wanted cooking lessons. I can’t really cook, she said that Presley is good in the kitchen, so I thought maybe she would help me so that Kora would be happy.” She shrugs.

  The feeling overwhelms me without warning. Slanting my head, my mouth touches hers and I dive my tongue inside of her to taste her. She gasps, her back arching as her chest presses against mine. I growl into her mouth feeling her hard nipples press against my skin through the shirt of mine that she’s wearing.

  I break the kiss, knowing that if I stay wrapped around her for even a fucking minute, I’ll have her flat on her back in the middle of my grass, no fucks given at who sees me. Not even if it’s my own damn kid.

  Letting out a heavy breath, I take a step back and let out a long exhale, trying to calm my fucking cock down. My body feels like I’m a fucking kid again, not the almost forty-year-old man that I actually am. Bellarosa does that to me, makes me feel like a horny teenager and I fucking love every second of it.

  “I’ll call Pres for you,” I agree, my eyes unable to focus anywhere but her plump lips.

  She licks those fucking lips, then they turn up into a small smile. “Will you be home later?” she asks, sounding almost nervous.

  Reaching out, I touch the tip of her nose. “Yeah, I got some shit to do, but I’ll be back tonight sometime. I have to get Kora to school in the morning. She eats lunch at the school so you don’t have to worry about packing one or anything,” I explain.

  “You drive?” I ask, trying to figure out a plan if I don’t make it back, because the reality is, I don’t know when I’ll be done doing what I have to do.

  Her blue ey
es widen and she shakes her head. “I left home at sixteen, and for work, I was chauffeured.”

  Fuck.

  The way she talks about her job, it makes my stomach twist. Bellarosa is the sweetest woman I’ve ever been inside and to think that, that part of her was sold for cash from the age of just sixteen makes me fucking sick.

  I close my eyes, shifting my gaze to the ground and an image of Della crosses my mind. Fuck. I’m a fucking monster, just like Antonio Rossi, just like Gavino Santoro. I can tell myself that I’m not, but the fact is, I allowed Silver to take Della not only as a way to control her father but also to use her body. I’m just as much of a piece of shit as they are.

  Sliding my hand around the back of her neck, I pull her toward me, forcing her body to collide with my own. Dipping my chin, I touch my lips to hers, inhaling her scent as I give her a chaste kiss. I want to deepen it again, but fuck, I’m on goddamn edge as it is.

  “I’ll be back tonight,” I promise, my lips touching hers with each word.

  “Okay,” she breathes.

  I watch as she turns to head inside, my eyes focusing on the back of her thigh with each step that she takes. A shiver rolls through me at the sight. Fucking shit, but this woman has me by the goddamn balls and she doesn’t even know it. If I have my way, she never will, because God knows what she could do to me if she did.

  Scrolling through my phone, I find the name I’m searching for on the screen and give her a call. Presley answers on the second ring. I tell her what I need, ask her if she’s willing and she doesn’t hesitate even a second.

  She’s a great fucking Old Lady, I wasn’t sure at first if she could hack the life, but she’s taking everything that has ever been thrown at her in complete stride.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  DRAGON

  Walking into the clubhouse, I’m not surprised to see that it’s all hands on deck, as it fucking should be. I inhale a deep breath and lift my hand, running my fingers through my hair.