Page 116 of Their Princess

The kiss had already played through my memory a hundred times, and then I’d been the one to initiate the second one.

He hadn’t said anything about it since. He had avoided me. Until I kissed him and gave him nowhere else to hide. But he’d clammed right up since then. And he was still shutting down! What a fucking coward. All of them were.

Rafe.

Graff.

Sas—who I was supposed to marry.

Well, the joke was on him if he thought he could have his cake and eat it too. I was the sweetest, more delicious cake, anyway. Rafe knew that. And right now, I didn’t want to ever give Sas a taste of how delectable I could be.

I finished up my shower, not washing my hair because I didn’t have time to style it, and exited the steamy bath.

Rafe watched me under his long, dark eyelashes that framed his brown eyes. Always watching me, even when he thought I didn’t know. But I felt his gaze like a warm hand on my shoulder, like always.

My ever-present protector.

I reached into a drawer for clean panties and a fresh pair of jeans and set them on the top of the dresser. “If Sas thinks that he can continue to fuck that whore, he’s wrong.”

“Adelina,” Rafe breathed, my name barely there.

“It’s all fun and games for my bastard of a fiancé!” I spat. “Just wait until my father learns he’s fucking anything with a pussy. I’ll be out of his marriage contract in short order, and we’ll be the fuck out of here. These idiots in this motorcycle club are burning themselves to the ground.”

“Adelina,” Rafe repeated as he took a step toward me. Then softer, “Tesoro...”

“What, Rafe? You’re doing a shit job if you’re trying to comfort me.” I whipped out a T-shirt and threw it on top of my jeans.

“That’s not what I’m trying to do,” he looked at me again, those eyes turning into molten chocolate.

“Then what?”

His jaw worked, finding no words, and my attention fell to the clothes. I considered grabbing them and modestly changing in the bathroom, but Rafe, of all the men in my life, was the only person I didn’t feel like hiding from at the moment.

I dropped the towel and stepped into my panties. When I looked up at him, he was watching me like he wanted to devour me right then and there. I smiled sweetly and pulled on the shirt—no bra—and ripped jeans.

There was nowhere for him to run and hide as I changed. And if he wanted to do something about it, I was all in.

Chapter Twenty-Four

SAS

Kaos was one well-trained whore.Her cunt and ass might be loose, but her throat made up for it. I pumped into her mouth to the beat of the music blasting over the speakers, riding out my ecstasy, and she swirled her tongue as she moaned. Vibrations she created ripped through the sensitive underside of my cock. No matter how far I jammed myself into Kaos’s throat, she always took me whole and never gagged.

Harder and faster, I forced my cock down her throat until she couldn’t breathe and tears painted black streaks down her cheeks. Yet her eyes still sparkled with lust as the huge bonfire reflected in their dull depths.

The bright pink lipstick also smeared across one of her cheeks. Definitely not a color I wanted wrapped around my dick, but she was talented enough at this particular job.

A good little cum slut, who would take every inch of my cock and then every ounce of my cum. And then Kaos would beg for more until her stomach bloated—protein rich dinner right there.

With my hands holding her head still, I jackhammered my hips into her mouth, reaching for that release so I could toss her to the rest of the prospects and relax. The orgasm I was chasing,though, seemed to run and hide. Each time that build started in my balls, something distracted me.

If I closed my eyes, the brown-eyed images made this blowjob seem all sorts of fucked up, so I had to watch what was going on at my groin.

Just as the ecstasy started to grow, the roar of a motorcycle cut through the party already in full swing.

“Goddamnit!” I swore and thrusted again.

Sweetbutts were all over the men, and some of the prospects were passing coke around like candy. My brothers were all here, so who the fuck was late to the party? A guy and his bitch, apparently. But then the girl pulled off her helmet, not pink this time, and her dark hair bounced around her shoulders.

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