Page 117 of Their Princess

“Fuck!”

Adelina had come.

My balls drew up at the sight of her.

And her uncle.

I hadn’t extended an invitation, yet they joined like they owned the place. Especially as she pulled out her cell phone, pointed it at me, and smirked.

“Fuck.” I ripped my cock out of the warm and wet hole and shoved it painfully back into my jeans.

Kaos fell to her hands, no longer balancing on me, and coughed. Spittle and cum drooled onto the sand.

“Ow! Sas, what’s going on?” she said, her voice hoarse.

I didn’t stop to listen to her whine as I marched toward Adelina. My mail-order bride’s eyes went wide, the same way they had when she asked if it would hurt.

My cock ached with how close I’d been to getting off, and the thought of slamming it down Adelina’s throat instead made it kick against my fly. Especially with how her perfectly red lips spread into a devious smile.

Rather than answering to my dick, I snarled at her, then leveled my voice and said, “Wipe that know-it-all smile off your pretty little face.”

“Pretty, huh?” She smirked.

The problem was, I couldn’t decide if I would slap it off or drag her down until her lips could do what they were intended to do. Candy-apply red on my dick?

Now thatwasmy color.

Adelina flipped her hair over her shoulder. “I can’t wait to see my father tomorrow, Sas. I’m sure he’ll have a lot to say about this picture.”

What a brat. I lunged toward her, intent on grabbing the phone and smashing it to bits. But Graff and Rafe made a human blockade in front of her. Where the fuck had Graff come from? He was too sweet on her, and it made him weak.

“Show him then.” I shrugged. “It won’t change shit. You’ll get a different husband and me... well, I’ll be free.” Now I was finding a good reason to smile.

Maybe I should’ve finished in Kaos’s mouth.

“Anyone”—she pushed between Rafe and Graff’s shoulders—“and I do meananyone,Sas, is better than you.”

I laughed because it was so adorable of her. So innocent and fucking naïve.

“Some of them are.” I clapped Graff on the shoulder. “Most of them aren’t.”

The virgin Mafia princess thought thatIwas the worst thing she could get, and that shit was laughable. I had stopped myself the other night from ripping into her pussy and leaving her bleeding on the bed. I gave that safety to her.

A gift.

But maybe I had been wrong to.

Bitches like her needed to be taught a lesson.

With my other hand, I motioned to my brothers who were chasing coke whores and getting fucked by random cunts and mouths. A few of my brothers were strung out too, enjoying part of what we found in the warehouse.

Adelina seemed to have a cracked idea in her head that we were good men. A few of us, perhaps, but the good ones had their old ladies. The others—Graff included—were just getting their toes wet on what it meant to be in the MC.

“Sas,” said Graff, and I pushed him toward Adelina.

Graff tumbled straight into Rafe, who caught him. Adelina had to jump out of the way before being stampeded by them. She looked frazzled for a split second.

Good, I wanted her scared.

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