Page 23 of These Deadly Vows

“I’m going to fuck you. Right here.”

I don’t hide the horrified expression spreading across my features.

My jaw drops as my eyes widen.

I gulp.

“Right here?”

He can’t be serious.

“Are you ready to take my cock?”

Not even close.

Chapter Six

The blush blooming on Adeline’s cheeks deepens in color with every teasing jerk of my cock as she straddles my lap. I’ve not been with a virgin since Victoria. I’d forgotten how easily embarrassed they are. My new wife already hates me for what I’ve done and what I forced her to do. She’s really going to despise me when she learns what the rest of the night entails.

“I need another drink.” She pushes off me and I let her go for now.

Soon, though, I’ll be spreading her legs on this table to take what’s rightfully mine.

I watch her as she struts to the bar, the denim shorts hugging her ass like they were tailored to every curve. Fucking Boo keeps giving her mean ass glares. I don’t know why the bitch cares that I took an ol’ lady. It’s not like I’m going to stop fucking her because Adeline is in the picture. Neither of them means shit to me other than what I need from them. Once Adeline has my son and comes into her inheritance, my use of her will be finished. Boo is like any other whore who comes through our door. She’s got a nice rack along with a fine ass and she likes to fuck a lot.

Bitches like her are a dime a dozen.

There’s no shortage of women I could have married either, but none of them came with the wealth and power to rival Adeline’s. She has what her father stole from me.

“What the fuck?” I mutter as Adeline throws her hands up and starts taking her shorts off. By the time I make my way to the bar, she has the shorts off and is throwing them at Boo.

All innocence erased from her face. My virgin bride turns on a heel, one hand on her hip. “I’ll do what’s asked of me, but I won’t wear your whore’s hand-me-downs.” Her arms move in a flash, as her words register in my head, to jerk the tank covering her tits over her head.

“Stop,” I growl. It’s one thing for my men to see her wearing tight clothes, but my Ol’ Lady’s body is for my eyes only.

My wife has more sass than I gave her credit for. She flings the tank top at me. “Are these her’s too?” She shoves two fingers under both sides of the string bikini underwear that barely covers her ass.

“You’re acting ridiculous.” I shrug off my cut and hand it to Capone, who is laughing his ass off at her temper tantrum along with some of the other brothers.

“Don’t stop her. I’m enjoying the show,” Rash says, and I punch him in the mouth, cutting my knuckle on his teeth.

“Shut the fuck up.” Yanking my tee over my head, I pull it down over hers, forcing her arms through the holes. “Didn’t your daddy ever teach you to have some fucking self-respect?”

“Screw you, pal.” Adeline wrenches her arm back and attempts to punch me, her fist barely connecting with my chest.

“What’d she say to you?” I grab her by both wrists as she squirms against me.

“Said she was glad her shorts fit my fat ass.”

“And that was enough to set you off. Jesus, princess. You’re married to a biker. Better get some thicker skin.” I pull her against my chest, remembering she’s been drinking when I catch a whiff of her breath. I don’t know what her tolerance is.

Fucking Boo has probably been double pouring her liquor. I’ll have a word with her later. Right now, I have a point to make with both my men and my wife. I won’t tolerate her disrespecting me in front of them. Weakness isn’t something I can afford. I’ve worked too hard for this.

Emotions and love make you weak. I know Adeline has been through a lot in the past few hours, but if she’s going to make the damn cut, she has to be tough and not let some smart-ass remarks from a whore trip her switch.

I don’t even know why she cares. This isn’t a love match.

“Go to hell.” She tries to hit me again.

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