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  This man is off the charts savage, he’s exactly what I’ve been craving my entire life and what I didn’t even know existed. I almost sigh as his hands slide up my back. One tangles in my hair, the other presses against me, forcing my chest forward a bit.

  I move, riding him, gripping his shoulders tightly, sinking my nails into his t-shirt as I take him. “Drago,” I whimper. “Please keep me,” I practically beg.

  “Fuck,” he hisses. “Fuck, but I want to,” he admits.

  Closing my eyes, I work his cock with everything that I am. I want to give him an incentive, to entice and show him everything that I am. He can have me, all of me, every damn square inch of me.

  As long as he keeps me just for himself. I would accept that kind of ownership, that would be a sense of freedom that I’ve never had before, it would be enough, at least that’s what I chant to myself over and over as my hips move.

  We don’t say anything else. There’s nothing else to say. He’s going to keep me as long as he wants me. It’s my job to make him need me, to desire me for more than a few fucks. I’ve been trained in how to seduce men, I will do what I can to stamp myself on more than just his dick.

  Clenching my pussy around him, I smile when he groans. I will keep him so satisfied in and out of the bedroom that he couldn’t imagine his life without me. I will do what it takes to earn my freedom any way that I can have it, even if it’s just a sliver.

  Chapter Ten

  DRAGON

  I know what she’s doing. She’s goddamn desperate in the way that she fucks me, and I don’t give a single fuck. I also don’t call her on it. She can fuck me desperate any time she desires. Her head flies back as she comes. As soon as her cunt clamps down around my cock, only then do I let my own orgasm take over.

  Filling her full of my cum, I almost ask her if she’s on the pill or something. Almost. I don’t. Honest to fuck, I’m not sure if it matters. After my relationship with Journee, I should be extra diligent about protection, usually I am, but with Bellarosa, I’m not.

  Somehow, I imagine, knocking her up will keep her safe, will keep her tied to me, and will give me time to decide if I want to brand her as an Old Lady or not. How fucked up is that shit? I’m contemplating bringing another child into this world over stamping my brand on this bitch.

  Fuck.

  I am completely fucked up.

  Bellarosa’s body slumps against mine and she nuzzles my neck as she attempts to catch her breath. Keeping my arms around her, I hold her against my body. Her hips still slowly roll as she finishes milking the cum from me.

  “Drago,” she breathes, slowly lifting from me.

  Her head tips down as she looks at me, her eyes focused on me from her lowered lids. Fuck, she looks spectacular in general, but after she’s come, she looks like a goddamn goddess. Her plump lips turn up into a small smile and I can’t help but return the look, smiling back at her.

  “No more talk about whoring, ownership, or any of that shit. You’re with me right now. I’m going to keep you safe from anything that could potentially cause you harm and you’re going to be a good girl, yeah?”

  She bites her bottom lip, nodding, then leans forward and touches her lips to mine as her answer. She rolls her hips one more time causing me to grunt before she slowly lifts off of me.

  Adjusting my jeans, I tuck my wet cock back into my pants before I watch her pull her own back on then arrange her bag over her lean legs. Then, as if she didn’t just fuck me in the cab of my truck, she reaches for her burrito and starts to eat it again.

  Easing my pickup back onto the road, I head back toward our little corner of the world. Our town is microscopic and I’m perfectly fucking fine with that, it makes for an easy perimeter to guard. Small and concise, neat and fucking tidy.

  My phone rings as I pass the city limit sign. Reaching toward my dashboard, I grab my phone and slide my thumb along the screen to answer the call.

  “If you tell me some bullshit about mattresses, I’m going to shoot someone,” I growl.

  The voice on the other end chuckles. “Nothing like that, we’re loading up now, actually. Called to talk to you about that woman next to you,” he says.

  “How’d you know?” I ask, lifting my gaze from in front of me to the rearview mirror. There’s nobody behind me, so I know that he didn’t see Bellarosa from there.

  “She’s not here and I know without a doubt that you didn’t just let her walk out of the clubhouse,” he practically spits.

  “I didn’t,” I agree. “You change your mind? You want another go?”

  There’s a moment of silence before Wolfe sighs. He knows my words are nothing more than goading. If he even tried to touch Bellarosa, I’d shoot out one of his knees, maybe both.

  “You know that I don’t. Fuck, Pres, why her? Anyone but, her.”

  “What is your fucking problem?” I demand.

  He clears his throat, then finally speaks. “Esther is going to lose her shit if she thinks that a woman I fucked from New York is here. How do I explain I spent the night with her but didn’t fuck her. She won’t buy that shit.”

  I snort. “You’re right, I don’t even buy that shit.”

  Bellarosa’s hand wraps around my thigh and her fingers squeeze. Flicking my gaze from her hand to her profile, I frown. She doesn’t look at me or move her hand, so I continue to drive toward my house.

  “Buy it, brother. Didn’t fuck her, but I did spend the night with her. Doesn’t matter what didn’t happen, Esther ain’t gonna buy it, and honest to fuck, I wouldn’t either. I want the girl gone, Dragon.”

  To his credit, he sounds like he really does want the woman gone. I just wished that I gave more of a fuck about his sensibilities and feelings. I don’t.

  I’m not a president that rules by the feelings of my men. The rules that I make, the decisions that I make, they are for the good of the club, not to protect men’s fucking feelings.

  “Who I fuck is not up for a vote or a discussion, so sorry, brother but your opinion isn’t really fucking valid right now,” I state coolly.

  Bellarosa gasps next to me, but I ignore her, waiting to see what Wolfe is going to say next. “We should have a fucking say in it, Dragon. Journee was a fucking mess, for years, and you forced us to treat her with respect that she didn’t earn nor fucking deserve. You have shit taste in women, and I’m sure a call girl is a really great role model for your kid.”

  There is a moment of silence as I drive up the driveway of my home. Shifting my truck into park, I glance over to Bellarosa, who is staring straight ahead. She looks like a fucking shell of a woman as she stares out of the front windshield.

  “Too far,” I warn before I end the call.

  Opening my truck door, I ignore the elephant in the cab of the truck. I can feel that fucker sitting on my chest, but honest to God, I don’t talk feelings. It doesn’t matter what Wolfe thinks.

  Bellarosa isn’t going anywhere until I give the word. She is staying right where I want her, and right now that’s on my fucking dick until I’ve had enough.

  The two burritos sit like a lead weight in my stomach as I grab a couple of bags from the back and walk toward the front door of my house. Wolfe’s words of concern weren’t without merit.

  Like my father, I have shit taste in women. I don’t know if it’s hereditary, but if it is, I’m sure that this little girl is going to burn me, too. Because I really fucking like her.

  Once I’m at the front door, I glance over my shoulder to Bellarosa who is still sitting in the front seat of the truck. I watch as her head turns slightly to look over at me. I lift my chin, then tilt my head toward the house.

  Slowly, she opens the door, then slides out of the front seat. I keep my gaze on hers as she reaches for the rest of the bags and solemnly makes her way toward me. Her sated mood from earlier is now gone, and I’m pissed as fuck Wolfe is the reason for that.

  “Go in and shower and change. We’ll head out to the school here shortly. You c
an put your shit away in my room. Move my stuff around to make room for your own. I’m not picky, just shove my shit to the side,” I announce.

  She doesn’t say anything else as she passes me and walks down the hall. She doesn’t even ask me which room is mine. She’s completely silent as she moves around my place and I find that I hate it.

  I already miss her voice, her questions, and the way she tries to figure everything out, the way I can see her mind working through her pretty blue eyes. She has a mask up right now and I really fucking hate it.

  Finding a name in my phone, I press send as I lift it to my ear. I’m probably going to regret this shit, but Wolfe can fuck himself if he thinks that I’m going to let him dictate where I stick my dick.

  BELLAROSA

  I shower first, changing into a new pair of panties, a bra, a pair of shorts, and a tank top. I forego any makeup, choosing to keep my clean bare face over the mask that I was forced to wear every day for the past three years.

  Piling my dark hair high on my head, I slip into the tan sandals that I picked out earlier. Taking in my reflection, I cringe. I have dark circles beneath my eyes, but beyond that, I look the same as I did when I woke up yesterday and the day before that. I’m not that same girl though, I’m forever changed.

  Drago has changed me, in just a matter of days. I don’t know what it is, or why, but I am not the same as I was. I want more from life, from him, and it’s stupid of me to dream of more.

  I heard his friend, Wolfe, the man whose voice I recognized from his visit to me not long ago. He doesn’t want me here, but Drago fought for me, he wants me. I’ve never had a man want me for more than a few hours at a time. What is happening here, isn’t that. He wants me for more, for longer, and it makes me feel things inside that I’m sure I shouldn’t be feeling.

  “Fuck,” Drago hisses from somewhere behind me.

  Turning around slowly, I look at him. He’s leaning one shoulder against the doorjamb. His arms are crossed over his wide chest and his gray eyes are pointed directly at me.

  “I thought you couldn’t get prettier,” he murmurs.

  “Drago,” I say, dipping my head to look at my feet.

  I’m uncomfortable with his compliments. I can accept ones that are about being sexy, or sex skills in general, but this seems so intimate. I’ve never had intimacy before, I’m very much a virgin to the emotions that he elicits.

  “C’mere,” he softly demands.

  My feet carry me toward him before my mind can instruct them to do so. I stop just a few inches from his body and tip my head back so that I can look into his gray eyes. He’s grinning as he looks down at me, his gaze searching my face.

  “You put all your shit away?” he asks.

  I nod, biting the corner of my bottom lip. “I moved a few things around,” I explain.

  Drago uncrosses his arms and lifts his hand, wrapping his fingers around the back of my neck. My skin is probably bruised from his grip there off and on all day, but I don’t mind, I like it.

  “Good,” he nods. “We gotta go get Koralia, she’s probably dyin’ to get home. She doesn’t like hangin’ out after school for too long if she don’t got to.”

  “How old is she?” I ask.

  He smirks, tilting his head to the side. “She’s eight, almost nine. She won’t cause any problems, and you’ll only be with her when I’m around. Otherwise, Margot will be with her.”

  “Margot?”

  He nods, his tongue peeking out to wet his lips. I watch the movement, wishing it were my tongue wetting his full lips instead of his own.

  “The lady that babysits for me. Though she does a hell of a lot more than just babysit, for me and Kora,” he explains.

  “Oh, okay,” I whisper.

  “You upset because Wolfe doesn’t want you here, or because he doesn’t want you with me?”

  My body jerks, my eyes widen and my lips part in surprise. He doesn’t say anything else, too focused on watching and waiting for me to answer. Frowning, I look to the floor, then back up to him.

  “Probably a mix of both,” I admit.

  He lifts his chin, his hand moving from the back of my neck to cup my cheek.

  “You fuck him?” he asks, his voice almost honey sweet and smooth.

  I shake my head, his gaze so intense that I’m unable to speak. His thumb traces my bottom lip, tugging it down slightly before he slips it inside of my mouth. I suck on his finger, pressing my thighs together as his eyes flash with desire.

  “You don’t fuck any man unless you have my permission, do you understand me, Bellarosa?” he asks.

  I hum, nodding my head as I continue to suck his thumb. He grunts, taking a step closer, his free hand sliding around my waist before he tugs me against his chest. I whimper, needing so much more from him than this. I can feel my nipples pebble, my breasts ache with the need to be touched, sucked, bit like only he can.

  “I understand,” I breathe.

  He lowers his head so that it rests against my own and his breath fans my face as I continue to suck his thumb. “I have never given a shit who fucks who. My baby mama fucked the whole goddamn town and I didn’t give one fuck, but you, I want to kill every man who has been inside of you before me. I can’t imagine what I would do to a man who fucked you, now.”

  His words send a shiver over my entire body, causing goosebumps to appear on my skin. My eyes slowly slide closed, his words more foreplay than a touch from his fingers or a kiss from his lips could ever be.

  “Okay, Drago,” I exhale.

  He grunts, slipping his thumb from between my lips, then paints them with my own saliva before releasing my mouth. He inhales deeply, exhaling then lifts his head from mine. His eyes search mine for a moment.

  “After we pick up Kora, you’re meeting with a doctor. We’re spending the evening at home, but tomorrow night you’re going out,” he explains.

  “Out?”

  He hums, his eyes unreadable. His own mask is in place, his walls that I thought may slowly start to fall, are built up so high and they seem to come and go as he pleases. I don’t know if I will ever be able to read him, but I want to, I want to try.

  “Yeah, Presley, Maria, and Esther. I’m sure they all want to meet you.”

  I remember the name Esther from overhearing his phone call earlier. My eyes narrow, wondering if this is some kind of test. What does this mean? Dragon chuckles, obviously reading my worry. For whatever reason, my own mask has completely vanished around him and he can see every thought that goes through my mind.

  “You get to know them, be friends with them, their men will come around.” He shrugs.

  Inhaling deeply, I lift my gaze to his. “You think they would want to be my friend? I’m nothing like anyone here, I already know that much.”

  He snorts. “I know you aren’t. Which is why I’m keeping you. They’ll like you just fine, now, how about you suck my dick before we head out of here.” He grins.

  Without another word, without voicing any more of my insecurities, I sink to my knees and do exactly as he’s requested. He orders me to play with my pussy and make myself come, which I immediately agree to.

  Before we leave to go pick up his daughter, we’ve both come, though I don’t come as hard as I do when he’s touching me.

  Chapter Eleven

  BELLAROSA

  Drago guides the truck toward the clubhouse claiming that he has something he needs to do there really quickly before taking me to the doctor.

  My back stiffens just thinking about the doctor. I know that he mentioned it, but it didn’t register as something that we were really going to be doing this evening. I was too lost in him, in his eyes, in his touch, in the way he tasted to fully comprehend what he said to me.

  “Why am I really going to the doctor?” I ask.

  My eyes slide over to look at his profile. He doesn’t say anything to me, he doesn’t clarify a thing. I know this can’t be a regular checkup. It could only be a few things.

>   Most likely he wants to know about my birth control method and he wants to make sure I’m clean. I don’t blame him, he’s been fucking me without protection since yesterday and I am a whore.

  Drago demands that I stay in the pickup. It doesn’t take long for him to do whatever it is he needs at the clubhouse. I do as he orders, too interested to people watch then follow him anyway. I don’t miss the few men milling around that watch me.

  A couple look at me with nothing other than curiosity, but Wolfe glares at me from the metal building that is to the side of the main clubhouse.

  “He’ll calm his ass down once he realizes you won’t tell his woman that you two slept in the same bed,” Drago says, shifting his engine into reverse as he slams his door.

  Turning my head, I fully face him. “He thinks that I would tell her we slept together?”

  Dragon shrugs. “He told me that you did. He doesn’t know you, baby, nobody does,” he explains. “You don’t trust what you don’t know. You of all people should know that.”

  “You can’t trust what you do know,” I counter.

  “No fuckin’ shit,” he mumbles. “Wolfe and his woman have a very, interesting past. Just steer clear of him, be good to his woman, Esther, and don’t say that you slept in the same bed, you should be good.” He shrugs.

  Shaking my head, I look down at my fingers that are twisting in my lap. “I wouldn’t ever purposely hurt anyone. Not like that,” I say.

  Drago reaches across the truck, wrapping his fingers around my twisted ones and gently squeezes. “I don’t think that you would, Fragolina. But trust takes time, and right now, with shit that has gone down in our club, trust is hard earned around here.”

  His words cause my heart to slam against my chest. Trust. I don’t know much about the word. I trusted Madame Carmella as much as I could, but other than her, I’ve never trusted another human in my entire life. It’s hard to find trust in people when your own mother sold you to the mafia.