UNLEASH ME: SAVAGE BEAST MC 4 Page 3

  “Jaguar,” she gasps.

  I smirk, dipping my chin and moving my head so that my mouth is against the side of her ear. “I’m gonna fuck you, Pinkie. Then you’re going to tell me what you know,” I rasp.

  Her entire body shivers in my arms. “Jag,” she practically moans.

  Slipping my hand beneath the waist of her loose jean shorts, I grab a handful of her ass and squeeze, pulling her hips against mine. Grinding my jean covered hard cock against her belly, I let out a grunt.

  “Strip it, Pinkie.”

  Releasing her ass, I let my hand fall loosely against my side. Without a word of protest, she lifts her gaze to mine and I watch as she strips out of her clothes, not that she was wearing much.

  Lifting the bottle of Jack to my lips, I take a swig. Her short cut-offs fall to the bar floor, her stringy panties are next. She inhales a shaky breath before she unties the strings of her bikini-type top and I clench my jaw when her tits are exposed for me.

  Lifting my hand, I wrap my fingers around her throat, but the thrill isn’t there like it is with Della. Controlling Della makes me feel high, maybe because she fights me so goddamn hard in everything she does, Pinkie is just… too fucking willing.

  Releasing her throat, I reach out for her tit and pinch her nipple, hard. She lets out a yelp, which makes me chuckle. Reaching down, I wrap my hands around her upper thighs and pick her up.

  Automatically, she wraps her legs around my waist. Walking over to the small table in the middle of the room, I slowly place her down so that she’s perched on the edge. With Pinkie, I don’t give a fuck who sees me fucking her. I hope that news gets back to Della, wherever she is.

  “Take my cock out, Pink,” I demand.

  Her eyes are wide as she looks up at me. I watch as she licks her lips, feeling her fingers working my jeans open. Slowly, she reaches for my dick, wrapping her fingers around my length, she works me slowly, achingly, the way that she knows I like.

  Dipping my chin, I look into her eyes, my mouth so close to hers that if I kissed whores like her, it would take no effort to touch my mouth to her own. I don’t kiss them though, I never have, not until I met Della. She’s the exception to everything.

  Tugging Pinkie’s ass closer to me, knowing that the edge of the table will probably kill her lower back, I align my cock with her center anyway. I think about slipping a condom on but decide against it.

  Fuck Della.

  She was the only bitch I’ve never used protection with and she ran from me. So this time, I’m going to fuck her over by sticking my dick into Pinkie unprotected, something that was just hers. It holds no value anymore, not that it should have. Fuck, who the fuck cares anymore?

  “A condom?” Pinkie asks with a hitch to her breath.

  I shake my head, my eyes finding hers. “Not today,” I growl.

  “Jaguar,” she warns with a gasp as I bury myself inside of her.

  I let out a long groan once I’ve completely filled her cunt. Dipping my chin, I rest my forehead against hers.

  “Fuck Della for leaving me,” I state.

  “By fucking me bareback?” she asks breathlessly.

  Chuckling, I pull almost completely out of her before slamming back inside. “Exactly. Never gave my bare dick to another woman and she shit on me. So, yeah, fuckin’ you like this, Pink. Now shut the fuck up and take my dick.”

  Pinkie reaches up, wrapping her hand around the side of my neck, her fingers digging into my flesh. “Fuck me, Jaguar. Fuck me, hard,” she rasps. So much for fucking friendship.

  Closing my eyes, imagining it’s Della’s body I’m sinking inside of. I fuck Pinkie as hard as I can. I fuck her until her screams fill the bar. I don’t feel even an ounce of guilt for any of it either.

  DELLA

  “You sure you want to be here?” Mountain asks as he looks back at my parents’ fancy as shit mansion, then shifts his gaze to me again.

  I look up at the house, wrinkling my nose, then move my gaze back to him with a sigh. “For now.” I nod.

  “You’ll call me if you need anything?”

  “Why can’t I be in love with you, M?” I ask.

  He snorts. “Would make shit a fuck’ve a lot easier if I was in love with you, too, babe.”

  “It really would.” I nod.

  He glances down at his shoes, then lifts his eyes back to me. “You want me to brand you, babe? I’ll do it. That kid could be mine, I’ll always take care of you. Classy and you’re down to fuck any time. It’s a goddamn dream, I’d take that hit.”

  Shaking my head, I let out a long sigh that ends on a giggle. “You deserve to find an Old Lady of your own. I’m not her. I want you to be happy. Find your fancy as shit classy lady you’ve been jacking off to thoughts of. She’s out there somewhere.” I wink.

  Turning away from him, I pause when he wraps his hand around my wrist and tugs me back toward his body. Crashing against him, I tilt my head back and look up into his eyes. His lips tug up in the corner in a small smile before his hand wraps around the back of my neck.

  “Whatever you need, Della. Call me. Love you, babe.”

  I blink, fighting back tears. “I will,” I lie.

  I’m not calling him, because if I do, then that means Jaguar will be here in a heartbeat. I don’t doubt that he’ll come here anyway, eventually. He’s not stupid and he’ll want me back. He’ll want his doll to be at his side again. I’m nothing but an ornament to him, nothing but his toy and I don’t want to live like that, not forever.

  Mountain releases me, taking a step back. He jerks his chin toward my parents’ front door and I nod once before I turn my back on him. Slowly, I make my way up the stairs. It’s been over six months since I’ve seen my family. I’m not the same spoiled, selfish brat I was when I left here, and then again, I’m still exactly that girl.

  Looking back over my shoulder, I watch Mountain as he climbs onto his bike. I hope that the baby is his, just so that there’s a chance it could have his gentle personality and the fierceness of a mountain lion, just like him.

  Using my finger, I push the doorbell. The sound of the ringing is the same as it was, in fact, I’m sure everything, when it comes to them, is the way that it always has been, everything except the décor. The door slowly opens and my mother’s angry gaze meets mine.

  “Why are you here?” she snaps. Yeah, the exact same angry attitude directed right at me.

  Turning back to look at Mountain, I lift my hand and give him a fake smile and a wave. He lifts his chin before I watch him turn his bike around and then roar off down the road.

  Shifting my gaze back to my mother, I tilt my head to the side. I could lie to her, I could tell her that the club has sent me back to keep an eye on her, but honestly, I’m too fucking tired to care.

  “I was allowed to come home. I was given my freedom,” I admit with a shrug of a shoulder.

  My mother snorts, shaking her head. “Right. You fucked up somehow, didn’t you? You do realize that they’ll just come and kill us now.”

  Breezing past her, I stop once I’m in the foyer. Turning to face her, I cross my arms over my chest. “They would kill you anyway if they wanted to. Those men wouldn’t blink a goddamn eye at it either.”

  “You liked it there, didn’t you? I always knew you were a little slut, but I figured you’d catch some society man at the country club. Instead, you allowed yourself to be their whore,” she sneers. “Sucking that man off in our living room. Do you know that I was forced to redecorate the entire space just to get the image out of my head?”

  “You redecorate every year, regardless of who is fucking who in what room. Don’t give me that shit. If I wanted a society man, I’d have had one a long damn time ago. I like rough. I like dangerous.” I take a few steps toward her, lowering my voice and dipping my chin so that I’m looking directly in her eyes. “I liked being their whore, too.”

  “Della,” my father’s voice shouts.

  Snarling at my mother one last time,
I turn to face my dad. He’s always had a soft spot for me, always. He’s not perfect, he let me walk away, but I know that he lost a lot more sleep than my mother did.

  “Dad.” I smile, closing the distance between us. He wraps his arms around me, holding me close and sobbing against my neck.

  “They let you go,” he whimpers. He’s weak. He loves his money and his prestige but he’s a weak, weak, man.

  Wrapping my hands around his shoulders, I gently push him away from me, smiling at him. “They did. They turned out to be nice guys, Dad. Please, don’t mess with them again. Stay on the up-and-up and everything will be okay.”

  “You’ve changed,” he points out with a small frown.

  “In more than one way.” I smile.

  I decide not to tell them about the baby, yet. In fact, I’m hoping that I’ll be able to leave here before they ever have to know. Five minutes with my mother and I’m already ready to leave. I can’t live here for too long, and there is no way that I’ll be able to raise a child here.

  I already know her, she’s going to try and take this baby from me. She’s the kind of woman who would kill for the chance at a do-over, at raising a baby in society who will be the perfect trophy to show off at parties. The perfect little social climber.

  There is no way in fuck I’ll ever allow my child to be raised the way that I was. To be ignored, to be pawned off onto nannies and whoever else she could shove me off onto. My uncertain future is scary, but nothing is scarier than letting my mother get ahold of my baby.

  “We were just heading out to the club for a late lunch and drinks. Go and change, join us,” my father offers with a too-wide smile.

  Biting the corner of my bottom lip, I think about declining the invitation, but I can hear my mother panting heavily behind me. She doesn’t want me to go, therefore, the selfish brat inside of me absolutely must.

  “Give me five minutes?” I ask.

  He dips his chin. “Your room hasn’t been touched. Go and put on something nice.” He smiles.

  Turning away from him, I ignore my mother’s glare as I make my way upstairs and toward my old bedroom. I don’t know if I’ll even be able to fit into any of my old clothes.

  Aside from the fact that I’m almost two months pregnant, the Savage Beasts like their women curvy, which means they feed their women well. I’ve put on about ten pounds since moving in with them. I love every single pound too, because for the first time in my life, I was happy.

  Chapter Two

  JAGUAR

  Reaching for my phone, I find her number and press call. The ring in my ear goes unanswered, for the millionth time. Sitting up, I clear my throat trying to sound more awake and alert than I am. When her recorded voice stops speaking and I’m allowed to leave a message, I close my eyes before I speak.

  “Della,” I sigh. “Baby. Tell me where you are.”

  Ending the call, I grunt when I feel a hand slip around my waist and wrap around my morning wood. Turning to look behind me, I’m surprised to see a stranger there and not one of the club girls.

  “Hey.” I smirk as she starts to stroke my dick.

  She lifts her eyes to meet mine. She’s a brunette, young with full lips and smudged mascara. She rises to her knees, baring her tits for me. They’re small, matching the rest of her thin frame. Her eyes are wild though and it’s then that I know she’s still high.

  “You flyin’, babe?” I ask.

  Sinking her teeth into her bottom lip, she nods. I smirk, my eyes searching her face. “Hands and knees, gonna fuck you until you’re exhausted.”

  She moans as she licks her lips. I watch as she quickly turns around, spreading her thighs and tipping her ass up for me. Reaching for a condom, I quickly sheathe myself before I make my way behind her. She’s already playing with her cunt, getting herself nice and ready for me.

  Without warning, I drive deep inside of her on a groan. I do as I promised. I fuck her hard. Exhausting her until her body is limp and her eyes are rolling in the back of her head. Then, I yank the condom off and jack off until ribbons of my cum land on her sweet small ass.

  Using my fingers, I paint her with my release, slipping my cum coated finger between the cheeks of her ass. She whimpers, lifting her hips slightly. I chuckle, only stopping when there’s a loud pounding on the door.

  “Rest and I’ll take that ass later, babe,” I promise. She only grunts.

  Reaching for my pants, I tug them on over my hips, then find a dirty t-shirt and clean the jizz off of my fingers before I open the door.

  “Yeah?” I ask, lifting my gaze to meet Mountain’s.

  He arches a brow, his gaze drifting behind me to the woman passed out on my bed. “Missing Della?” he asks.

  “You know something?” I bark.

  “Not lookin’ too tore up about your woman bein’ gone…”

  Taking a step toward him, I reach out and fist his shirt, pulling him close to my body so that we’re nose-to-nose with one another. I growl, unsure of what to say or do next, but my anger is filling me second by second and threatening to spill over.

  “Don’t matter who I fuck, Della’s mine. Where the fuck is she?”

  Mountain shakes his head a couple of times. “You’re somethin’, man. I took her where she asked me to take her. Could be my kid and I’m not gonna let her be uncomfortable, brother.”

  “Fuck you, brother,” I hiss.

  “Take it up with Dragon. I’ve seen all that I need to, to know that I made the right choice.” Mountain wraps his hands around my wrists and pushes me off of him, taking a step back. “You gotta get your fuckin’ shit together, brother. What you have with her, it ain’t healthy. Just let her be fucking free, man.”

  “Fuck you,” I grind out. “Don’t matter what you think I got. She’s mine, not yours. Keep your fuckin’ nose outta my business. Tell me where she is,” I shout.

  He shakes his head. “I ain’t sayin’ shit. You’re a fucking mess.”

  Without another word, he turns his back to me and I want nothing more than to tackle him and beat the ever-loving shit out of him until he tells me where she is.

  “Baby,” the girl in the bed calls. Turning my head, I see her. She’s on her side, her eyelids hooded and lazy as she watches me. “Come back to bed.”

  “Can’t,” I grunt. “Stay here, I’ll be back later.”

  Turning away from her, I walk out of my bedroom, slamming the door behind me.

  “Jaguar,” Pinkie’s voice calls.

  I stop, turning my head to look over my shoulder at her. She’s standing at the end of the hall, looking like she’s come from another brother’s room.

  “Yeah?”

  “Bring Della home,” she whispers.

  “Why?”

  She shrugs one shoulder. “Hate to see you like this. That girl in your bed is trouble and you’re just spinnin’ your wheels.”

  Lifting my chin, I ignore her warning about the stranger in my bed, she’s a good little lay and I may just keep her around for some fun. Stomping toward Dragon’s room, I lift my fist and pound on his door. I know that he stayed here last night after the party.

  Bellarosa is here too.

  The sight of her pisses me off. She’s here with Dragon and Della isn’t. She’s pregnant with Dragon’s kid and Della could be pregnant with mine. Everything about Bella fucking pisses me off, but what pisses me off most is that I brought her here to him, she loves him and Della hates me.

  “The fuck, man?” Dragon roars as he yanks open the door.

  “Tell me where she is,” I demand. “It’s been five days. Tell me where the fuck my woman is.”

  Dragon’s gaze is hard as he stares at me. He shakes his head once. “We don’t have time for this shit right now,” he growls.

  I snort. “Fuck yes, we do. I need her here,” I practically beg.

  “Why?”

  Looking at the ground, I slowly lift my gaze up to meet his. “I’m falling, brother. She grounds me.”

 
Dragon nods once, then I see a hand slide around his bare waist. “Drago,” Bella calls softly. He grunts, turning to look back at her for a moment, then slowly brings his gaze over to me.

  “Need you to make a visit to Kade. Some shit went down. Mountain needs to go with you. When your visit is done, then I’ll tell you where she is. But, Jag,” he calls out.

  Lifting my eyes, I look directly into his eyes. “Yeah?”

  “You ain’t branding her without her consent or mine.”

  “What, like you?” I ask, arching a brow.

  Dragon growls, dipping his chin. “Different scenario, brother, and you know it. Della doesn’t need the mark. If she wants it, she can have it, but you don’t give it to her without her complete consent. You do and you will bear the consequences.”

  “Which will be?” I ask, smirking.

  He takes a step toward me, his chest touching mine as he looks directly into my eyes. “It will be painful. It will cause me to question you as my goddamn secretary, is what it will be.”

  Taking a step back, I nod my head, lifting my hand to run my fingers through my hair. “Yeah, fine. I’ll make sure she consents before I burn her with my brand,” I snap.

  He eyes me for a moment, the silence fucking deafening as he watches me. “Leave in an hour with Mountain. I want you guys to get this shit handled. You need to get to Kade,” he snaps, then turns and slams the door behind him.

  DELLA

  The man sitting across from me is someone that I have known my entire life, Arlington. I’ve slept with him a dozen or so times, and yet, he seems like a complete stranger. I know everything about his childhood, his teenage years and what he looks like when he comes.

  I also know that he hates caviar, but eats it anyway so that he can fit in. He prattles on about stocks, business, and imports to my father, all the while his gaze keeps moving to me as he shifts in his seat.

  After I’ve eaten a small fruit bowl and a whole grain club sandwich, I excuse myself to the restroom. I hear my mother’s sigh of relief at my departure, and contain my eye roll, barely.