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Large hands flipped me over, onto my hands and knees. Pain jolted up my bones.

But he was gone again.

“Get up,” ordered Sas, his voice hard.

“Orgasm,” I groaned. So close.

“Whore,” he spat, “get up. Before I make you.”

I stayed on my hands and knees, trying to hide my smile. His threat was my promise. “Make me,” I cooed.

Anticipation might land me in the ground, but I didn’t fucking care. I just needed to get off.

Wrapping his fist into my hair, Sas dragged me to my feet and then slapped me chest first on to the table. The air gushed from my lungs, and my head almost hit the hard wood. And then I started laughing like a madman.

Sas kicked open my legs. My pussy was exposed, chilled from the AC.

“Sas,” I whined, grinding myself against the wood.

“Shut up, princess,” he hissed.

Then he grabbed my hand, fingers rough, and pressed the rope from the storage room to my wrist. I wiggled, but he tightened the rope. When I tried to reach out, he grabbed my other hand and threw it against the table. Then he tied down my left hand too.

I rolled on the wood, and Sas laughed. I almost liked the sound of it.

“You think you’re gonna get off that way?” he asked.

“Can’t blame a girl for trying,” I said.

He slapped my ass, and I squealed, now loving that sting. He pressed a thing into my ear. One side, then the other. And all the ambient noises went dead.

Earplugs.

I couldn’t see. Couldn’t hear. Was tied up.

I was wet clay, and Sas was the absolutely ruthless sculptor.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

GRAFF

With everyonestill cleaning up at the bonfire, the clubhouse was silent with Sas’s bike sitting out front all alone.

Once inside, Rafe and I only needed to follow the groans to the place in the great room where we held Church. When we made it past the entry, I pulled up short at the sight of Sas bent beside a naked Adelina’s foot, tying it to the table. He didn’t even look up as we entered.

“Just putting on the finishing touches,” he said. He tightened the knot and Adelina hissed.

Rafe walked in behind me, his jaw dangling and his eyes wide as fuck.

“Look, you brought family.” Sas smiled.

I turned to Rafe. “You can go, if you want.”

With how Adelina was tied up, I even considered it. Sas was in bastard mode, so this wouldn’t be pretty. But Adelina’s pussy was exposed, her juices leaking down her inner thighs. Her pussy lips were pink and swollen. I looked at Sas to see if he got a taste, but he only stepped back, smirking.

Rafe crept a step forward, his face a little more of a mask now, but his stiff walk gave away either his discomfort or his caution.

Sas and I exchanged looks. I, at least, worried that the Marine might try to act like her fucking hero.

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