UNCHAIN ME: SAVAGE BEAST MC 3 Page 8

Mountain shakes his head as he stands to his feet. “You need to figure your shit out. Figure out what the fuck you want. You have a woman here who wouldn’t just be your Old Lady, she would fucking belong to you. The brothers will back you up if she’s what you want. But, Dragon, you can’t flip flop on this. Make your decision, make it firm and be clear in a way where there is no question.”

  He turns from me, walking out of the office and closing the door behind him. I stare at the closed office door, wondering what the fuck I’m going to do. I know that I can’t sit on this for long, Gavino Santoro is not a stupid man, he’s going to figure out that one of his whores went missing at the same time my men left their house.

  Fuck.

  BELLAROSA

  Sitting with my back against the headboard of the messy, dirty bed, I bring my feet up and rest my cheek on my knees. Keeping my eyes focused on the door, I wait. I’m so exhausted, but I can’t sleep, not until I know what is going to happen to me.

  The music outside of the room eventually dies completely down, around the time that the sun comes up. I don’t know what kind of men these are, but I do know that they are nothing like the men of the Zanetti famiglia, or their associates.

  Pinching my eyes closed, I inhale a deep breath, then exhale. I wait and wait, then I wait a little more. What I don’t do is leave this room. In fact, I keep my ass planted on this bed, too afraid of what will happen if I even attempt to go anywhere at all.

  The hours wane on and I still wait. My breath hitches when I hear a noise outside of the door and then it opens. There standing in the entrance to the bedroom is Dragon. He looks bigger than he did last night, more menacing, and unfortunately more handsome, too.

  I lick my dry lips as I stare up at him, afraid to speak or even move. I’m not sure what he truly wants from me. He seems to say one thing and then in a split-second, changes his mind. He’s incredibly confusing.

  “You got clothes and shit?” he barks.

  His voice is rough, and the closer that I inspect him, I notice that he has dark circles beneath his eyes. He looks exhausted. I let out a breath, wondering if my answer is going to piss him off or not.

  “I have a backpack with just a few things.”

  He nods his head, his eyes never leaving mine, his scowl also never leaving his face. I suck in a breath when he takes a step inside of the room, quietly closing the door behind him. Silently, he slowly makes his way toward me, stopping when he’s right next to the bed.

  I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, remembering that same spot he stood last night, and how he sank to his knees and ate me like a beastly animal. He smirks as if he can read my mind and I feel my face heat, assuredly turning bright red.

  “So, you need shit,” he says, keeping his voice low. It rumbles, and I find it hard to concentrate on his words, his timbre too damn sexy for words.

  Lifting my eyes to connect with his, I inhale deeply then let it out. “Do I?” He tilts his head to the side in question, waiting for me to clarify. “If I’m just going to be a whore, how much stuff could I need?”

  He chuckles, taking another step to the side of the bed. I cry out when his hand shoots out and he grabs ahold of my ankle, quickly tugging me down onto my back, before he crawls on top of me, his knees straddling either side of my hips. He hovers above me, his gray eyes almost igniting with a fire that I can’t quite read.

  I hold my breath as he lowers his head, his hands wrapping around my wrists and forcing my arms above my head. “I haven’t decided what I’m going to do with you yet, Fragolina. Maybe you’ll just be my whore,” he breathes.

  Dragon lowers his head and brushes his lips across mine. I should fight him off, tell him that I won’t be anyone’s whore, demand my freedom, no matter what shit he tries to force me into. I don’t. Instead, I close my eyes and part my lips as his tongue fills my mouth.

  Arching my back, I practically beg for more of his touch, for the way he can satisfy me like no other man that I have ever had. That thought should terrify me, but it doesn’t, nothing about him does. There is no reason for me to be comfortable around him, not with his threats, his anger, and overall mood, but I am.

  He slowly breaks the kiss, his lips traveling down the side of my neck, then back up, until they reach the shell of my ear.

  “No matter what happens, know that you will be in my bed until I make a final decision,” he rasps against my ear.

  I shake my head once, pinching my eyes closed and wishing that I didn’t want everything that he’s saying. I want to be his, only his, but I want him to be only mine too. That is where the trouble lies. I cannot have him for myself, I can’t even ask it of him, no woman in my position ever could.

  He pushes off of me, shifting off of the bed until he’s standing again, looking down at me. “C’mon, let’s get you some clothes,” he murmurs.

  “Why?”

  He tilts his head to the side, a smirk playing on his lips. “As much as I want to keep you naked, my daughter probably would ask too many questions,” he quips.

  My eyes widen. My mouth opens and closes, words having completely escaped me. Daughter. Daughter. Frowning, I find my words, looking up to him, I let out a breath, then inhale deeply before I attempt to speak. He doesn’t let me though, he talks right over me, shutting down any questions I may have.

  “I don’t quite know what I’m going to do with you yet, Bellarosa. If you stay here, you whore unless you wear my brand, those are my rules. So, you have to stay at my home, a place you will not be alone. You will be at my side, my fucking shadow from now until I figure out just what the fuck I’m going to do. The last thing that I need is a war with Santoro, but I also know what will happen to you if I just ship your ass back to him.”

  I nod, agreeing with his assessment of the situation. I would ask him to just let me go, but he won’t do that, he’s already made that extremely clear to me.

  “My daughter is my life. You fuck with her in any way and I will not hesitate to slit your throat,” he warns.

  Biting the corner of my lip, I lift my gaze to meet his. “I would never hurt a child, not ever. I know how precious childhood is, Drago, and I would never jeopardize that, not ever,” I vow.

  Drago dips his chin, reaching his arm out, he cups my cheek with his palm. “I hope that’s the truth, because I would hate to kill you, Fragolina. You’re too pretty to be lying in a pool of your own blood.”

  Without another word, his hand falls from my face and he takes a step back. He holds out his hand for me and I slip my palm in his waiting one as I slowly shift then rise to my feet.

  Following close behind him, we walk out of his bedroom and for the first time in days, I let out a sigh of relief as we make our way out of this building. I’m heading toward the unknown, but with this man, I feel safe doing it. I’m sure that if I knew what was to come, I wouldn’t feel as calm as I do right now.

  Chapter Nine

  DRAGON

  Bellarosa looks over her shoulder at me, her eyes wide as she touches a folded-up tank top on a shelf. I frown, wondering why she isn’t just grabbing whatever the fuck she wants.

  I told her to get some clothes, and she’s just looking around as if she’d never been in a big box store before. Though, it wouldn’t surprise me, seeing as she’s high class all the way.

  She’s probably only been to high-end department stores. I could afford to take her to one of them, I won’t. I don’t waste money on shit like that, and she’s going to have to get used to living like a regular fucking person.

  “What do I need?” she finally asks, keeping her voice low.

  Lifting a brow, I tip my head to the side and take her in, again. She looks genuinely confused. Lifting my arm, I scrub my hand down my face, tugging on the end of my beard. She bites her bottom lip, looking from the tank tops to me again.

  “You ever gone shopping for your personal needs before?” I chance asking.

  Her teeth sink into her lip even harder, and I watch as she shakes her
head a few times.

  “Fuck,” I hiss. “So, what, all your shit was just given to you?”

  I watch as her nostrils flare, her eyes narrowing in obvious annoyance. She takes a step closer to me, her tits almost touching my stomach. She’s so fucking small, so fragile and delicate. Tipping my chin, I look down at her and resist the urge to fuck her in the middle of the store.

  “When you’re owned, you don’t get a say in things like wardrobe, Drago,” she hisses.

  I snort, lifting my hand and wrapping my fingers around the side of her throat. Keeping her gaze, I run my thumb along the front of her neck, feeling how fucking delicate she is, how trusting. I could cut off her air supply and she’d fucking let me, she wouldn’t even fight me either.

  I’m not sure if that turns me on or not. As president of the Savage Beast MC, I should want someone to equal me in strength, someone who could throw down if shit hit the fan. Bellarosa couldn’t do that, if even she had the spirit, she doesn’t have the strength to hurt a fucking fly.

  “You somehow think you’re no longer owned,” I murmur.

  Her eyes darken a shade and fuck if that doesn’t make my cock jump. Pissing her off does something, something that turns her into this gorgeous little sex kitten, one that I want to keep all to myself. I do, too. I want her.

  My baser instincts want to brand her just like Mountain suggested. I can’t go off of my wants and desires though. As much as I love my freedom and crave being in control, I also have to think about the club and how my decisions affect them.

  I don’t always get to make the decisions that I want, sometimes I know that the ones that I make hurt other people, but I have to do the dirty fucking work as the man in charge.

  “I’m in limbo,” she shrugs.

  My fingers flex as I smirk. She’s absolutely right, she’s in limbo. Releasing her, I let my hand fall to my side. “You need shorts, tanks, sandals, and underwear shit. Whatever makeup and face shit you need, we’ll grab on the other side of the store.”

  “They have that here too?” she asks in an exhale.

  Frowning, I search her face to see if she’s being a smartass, but she isn’t. She’s dead fucking serious. “You’ve never been to a one-stop-shop?” I ask.

  She shakes her head, licking her lips before she speaks. “Drago, I haven’t been out of the house that I was kept in for three years unless it was in the backseat of a car to visit a client. Before that, I lived with my mother.”

  “This store has everything. I got shit to do today, so let’s hurry the fuck up already,” I bark.

  She nods, turning toward the tank tops and I watch as she grabs seven, three navy, three gray, three white, and one rust-colored. Then she makes her way over to stacks of short cuffed jeans shorts and grabs five pairs of those, turning and dumping them in the cart in front of me.

  We don’t speak for the rest of the shopping trip. I just watch as she throws panties, bras, and then toiletries in the cart. She stays close to my side as we make our way to the checkout. Once we’re finished, I toss some cash at the cashier and take our bags in my grasp.

  Bellarosa stays close, even as we walk outside and over to my pickup. We have an hour ride home and will make it just in time to get her shit put away, then pick up Kora. I still don’t know how I’m going to explain her presence to Kora, but time is running out.

  “You hungry?” I ask as soon as I start my pickup’s engine.

  Bellarosa turns toward me, her eyes so fucking blue that I could get lost in them if I wasn’t careful. Her tongue peeks out to taste her bottom lip, then she smiles softly.

  “I could eat,” she nods.

  It dawns on me that she didn’t eat last night, this morning, or at all today. She’s small as fuck as it is, she’s probably starving. Pointing my truck toward the first fast food place that I can find, I pull up to the speaker.

  “What do you want?” I ask her.

  She sits forward a bit, her eyes widening as she looks at the menu. “Taco Bell,” she breathes.

  “Nothing fancy, babe, what do you want?”

  She’s quiet for a moment, then she rattles off her order and I gape over at her, wondering how much food can actually fit in that tiny body of hers. Turning toward the speaker, I order mine as well, but seeing as I’m only human, I only order about half the amount of food she does.

  Once I pay for the items and take the bags from the girl at the window, I hand them to Bellarosa. I don’t miss the smile that lights up her face, or the way she inhales the scent deeply. Pulling out of the drive-thru, I can’t stop my gaze from flicking over to hers as she digs into the bag of food.

  BELLAROSA

  I try really hard to ignore the glances that Drago keeps shooting me as I shove the bean and cheese burrito in my mouth. I moan as soon as the warm bean and cheese mixed with sauce goodness hits my tongue. It’s been years, at least four years, since I’ve had this.

  “Good?” Drago chuckles.

  Licking the corner of my lips, I turn to him with a shrug. “It’s been a few years since I’ve had it,” I admit.

  “They don’t feed you in New York?” he asks.

  I think about his question, looking down at the bag in my lap, then back up to him. I wonder if he wants the truth, or if he’s just making a joke. Deciding to just tell him, I suck in a breath and release it with a sigh.

  “Fresh fruits and vegetables only, twice a week lean protein. No carbs,” I confess.

  “The fuck,” he hisses.

  Suddenly he jerks the wheel, and the pickup truck is guided onto the side of the long desert road. I can feel his gaze on me, it’s hot and intense. Closing my eyes, I attempt to avoid it, but he doesn’t allow me. His hand slides around the back of my neck and I feel his fingers squeeze me gently.

  “Look at me, Fragolina,” he softly demands.

  Turning my head, I look up at him. His eyes watch me in what I can only describe as a pitying stare. His lips are turned down in a frown, and I hate all of it, every single second.

  “Never again,” he murmurs. I try to jerk my head from his grasp, but his fingers tighten. “Never again will anyone control what you eat, baby.”

  I snort. “You will or one of your men will, it’s men’s nature to control women like me.”

  “Women like you?” he asks, and to his credit, he looks truly confused.

  Sliding my tongue along my bottom lip, I sink my teeth into the plump wetness, then let out a sigh. “Owned women, property, contracted whores, whatever you want to call a woman like me. That’s all I meant,” I shrug.

  His fingers tighten again, gripping me almost too hard. I don’t mind it though, in fact, I kind of like the way that his grip is firm and unyielding. It feels…safe.

  This man is probably dangerous, though I’ve always been surrounded by dangerous men. This one, however, he doesn’t feel anything but completely safe to me.

  “You are none of those things anymore,” he grinds out.

  It’s a lie. I am exactly all of those things, they are who I am, without them, I am nothing—nobody.

  “Drago,” I protest, but he shakes his head to stop me from speaking.

  His hand slides from the back of my neck to the front of my chest. He presses his palm against the center of my chest, my heart races and I know that he can feel its beat as it attempts to thump out of my body and land on the ground at his feet. I’m fairly pathetic when it comes to him, already, which doesn’t bode well for my future.

  “You are protected by the Savage Beast MC. You are protected by me. You are not part of the Zanetti famiglia anymore. You eat what you want, the way you want it. You dress however the fuck you feel like dressing. You fuck who you want, the way you want,” he grinds out.

  My eyes shift to the side, then focus back on his. Wrapping my hand around his wrist, I inhale, trying to keep from turning into a pile of mush at his words. I don’t buy them, because I have a feeling I don’t really have much of a say in any of the things he just mention
ed, but a girl can dream. And the way he says it, I truly believe that he is convinced his words are the truth.

  “Fuck who I want?” I ask, arching a brow.

  He smirks. “Yeah, as long as who you want is me.”

  Gently tugging on his wrist, he allows me to peel it from my chest. Turning my head, I place a small kiss on his palm. I keep my eyes on his, watching as they turn from light gray to dark and stormy in an instant. I want him, again. I don’t understand my body’s reaction to him, but I’m not willing to dig deep and question it either.

  Releasing his wrist, I unbutton my jeans, tugging them down my legs before I shimmy my panties down and leave them on the floorboard of the truck. Climbing across the seat, I ignore the fact that it’s daylight and I’ve already seen three cars drive by since we stopped here just a few moments ago.

  “Bellarosa,” he warns.

  “I fuck who I want when I want?” I ask, keeping my voice low and breathy, this time not because of training, but because that’s what this man does to me.

  Unbuttoning his pants, he grunts as he lifts his hips and I push his jeans down just enough to free his cock between us. Drago wraps his hands around my hips, holding me still, one of my hands clenching his shoulder, the other gripping his hard length.

  “You fuck me,” he growls, squeezing me harder. “Say it,” he demands.

  Leaning forward, I touch my lips to his in a barely-there graze. “I fuck you, Drago,” I sigh.

  He pulls me down along his cock. My hand moves from between us and I wrap my fingers around his other shoulder. My eyes never leave his as I take all of him inside of my waiting body. He grunts, his jaw clenched tightly once I’m fully seated astride his lap, his cock buried deep inside of me.

  “I shouldn’t keep you. I should leave you at that clubhouse,” he murmurs.

  Rolling my hips, I hiss at the feeling of him stretching me. He’s bigger than I’ve ever had before, better than the most skilled man I’ve ever encountered. He’s rough, rugged, and completely wild.