Page 34 of Sinful Chains

Her voice.

Her walk.

The fact that she’d been teasing me all day.

The fact that she was such a good student, learning exactly what I needed.

The fact that I was about to drop fifty bands on her pretty ass. Half of my entire cut from the Whitman job. Just like that. Because she had me. She controlled me.

If felt so fuckinggood.

My toes curled in my wedding shoes as I stroked my dick, stifling a guttural groan as the pleasure intensified.

Fifty bands.

Just for her to relax and live the good life.

Fuck, yes.

She deserved itall.

I came hard, panting and shuddering through my release. Just a little something to take the edge off, no big deal. San just had that effect on me.

Now, I could think straight.

I tucked her panties away and washed my hands, exiting with my back straight and my head up high. I went straight to the concierge, pulling my wallet out on my way.

Once San’s membership was secured, I headed back into the ballroom.

It was time to stroll.

"I want everybody to clear the dance floor!" The DJ's booming voice echoed outof the speakers. "Let's get the groom and his bros out here so they can do what they do!"

Cheers sounded as Osirus planted a kiss on Anika on his way to the center of the room. The brothers all followed, lining up in our usual order.

"This is for Revere!" Big Mike yelled out just before we yelled out our call.

Old and young, the ladies went crazy, but I only had eyes for Ms. Santari Lake. Her admiring gaze locked on me, then moved to Cruz before finally settling on Titan.

I know from experience how excited women get in these situations. I know how they think. What they feel. What they fantasize about while they watch. I don't know what it is that hooks them, but it never, ever fails to get them panties wet. That's why fraternity men get so much pussy thrown our way.

Santari was living out a fantasy in that house with us, and the three of us were more than happy to provide it. Now she knew firsthand that all the rumors were true. Yes, we were freaks. Yes, our dicks were big. Yes, we loved to fuck, and we were good at it. Andfuck yes, we shared women, and everyone involved enjoyed every second of it.

Chapter eleven

The house smelled exactlylike I remembered it.

Pine.

My mother loved that damn smell, be it Pine Sol, pine-scented candles, pine air freshener, or even essential oils diffused in the air. It should have been comforting, but it just felt like a ghost of something I could never recover.

“Santari.” Mama wrapped me in a warm hug the second I set my purse down. Her arms were spindly, her frame a lot smaller than the last time I saw her. Gray dotted the edges of her temples and spidered throughher shoulder-length hair. The skin on her face seemed to sag like it was weighed down by something.

I knew what.

Grief.

“Hey, Mommy,” I murmured into her hair.

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