Page 86 of Their Princess

“While you’re at it, don’t forget to write ‘Sas’ on her ass.”

The clubhouse burst out in rowdy laughter.

Adelina craned her neck to glare back at me. “You’re not branding me like a cow.”

“You’re right. I’m not.” I pointed at Graff. “He is. All I want is for the guys to know you’re mine when they take turns with you.”

More roars went up among the prospect, guys clapping each other on the shoulders. They were already imagining how she would screech and cry out, like a good little bunny. She had a bolder streak that fascinated me. I could tell from how her body responded to me last night that she had strong sexual desires, but my curiosity about her was starting to run far deeper than with any bunny I’d ever fucked.

“Any woman can be a good little whore, even a princess like you,” I said just to taunt her.

She glowered at me. Her chocolate brown telling me to fuck right off, even if she didn’t say the words.

Graff didn’t move his tattoo gun as Adelina stiffened. I waited for her snarky comeback, but she didn’t make one.

I scowled at her in the most patronizing way possible. “C’mon, princess, it’s more fun when you play along.”

I wanted a rise of her, but she stubbornly turned her head so I couldn’t see the irate passion smoldering in those dark eyes.

“What about you, Uncle Rafe?” I turned to the newest member of the MC.

“I don’t need a tattoo right now. Maybe later,” he said, walking away. His hands balled and released as he went, as though he really needed to hit something.

He was no fun, either.

“Rafe?” Adelina peeked over her shoulder, and he stopped before heading downstairs toward the gym.

“What, princess?” I asked, stepping toward her. “You want your uncle to see you naked. Why don’t you show everyone else your new tattoo?”

Adelina narrowed her gaze on me, and Rafe had stiffened. I didn’t know what part of this whole deal set him off, but something sure as shit had.

“What are you giving her, Graff?” I towered over the tattoo, Adelina, and Graff. “Come here, Rafe. Get a look.” I snapped my fingers, beckoning him over, and I waited for Rafe to say no. To walk away.

But he turned on his heel and stalked toward us, standing next to me as he looked down to study the new tattoo. He squinted, trying to see what it was, but it was Graff. It was probably like the flowers outside. “Property of Sas” would’ve been a better tattoo in big block letters on her pristine skin. Maybe smaller versions on each limb too that could identify her in case the cartel got to her and hacked her up, leaving pieces of her sprawled from LA to Las Vegas.

“Should I continue?” asked Graff.

“Don’t let me stop you,” I said, even though the question wasn’t directed at me.

Adelina’s doe eyes, full of spite and rage, still glared up at me.

“What, princess? Did you want me to stop you? Protect you from making rash decisions?”

She let out a long sigh and rested her chin on her hands. “With as little attention as you’ve paid me, I didn’t assume you would care. About me or the tat.”

Words a bunny would never say. Fascinating.

“Oh, I do have an opinion about your next tattoo.” I slid a finger down her skin, and she stiffened as my hand lingered above her waistband. I laughed. “I’m sure the guys have an opinion about your tattoos too. How about you, Rafe?”

“No opinion,” he murmured, looking away.

Despite his efforts, she drew his gaze back to her. Fucking hell, she drew everyone’s gaze. Mine included.

I barked a laugh, seeing now how to best make the man squirm. “Bullshit. Every guy here has an opinion about her. Right, guys?”

A roar went up around the common room.

I held up my hands until they quieted down. “Okay, okay. Now get the fuck out.”

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