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“That’s it, baby,” I snarled as my thrusts grew erratic, sweat beading on my brow. “Show these fucking bastards you crave the pain, need it like me.”
I roughly twisted her clit to shove her over the edge as she screamed out, “YES!”
Her climax hit like a storm, crashing through her as she shattered around me, her body convulsing, her walls milking me while her juices squirted around my cock in a hot gush.
I didn’t stop, fucking her through it with savage intensity, my hand moving to her throat now, restricting her air until she gasped desperately. Her cunt fluttered around me in response and drove me wild as I growled, my thrusts turning savage, hips slamming against her bruised ass. “I’m going to fill your cunt with my cum until your belly swells with my bastards. I’m going to mark you inside and out.”
Her nails clawed at the table, knuckles whitening, as a hoarse, broken sound tore from her throat and she screamed my name, her body clenching and squirting again, soaking us both.
With a final, guttural roar, I emptied myself inside her. Hot spurts flooded her depths, my cock pulsing deep as I ground against her sloppy, soaked cunt, forcing every drop as far as it could go. I held her, prolonging her torment, then collapsed over her back, my weight pinning her to the table. For a long moment, our breaths mingled in the aftermath until I slowly stood and pulled out, watching with dark satisfaction as my seed trickled down her thighs. Her chest heaved against the table, her face buried beneath the strands of her hair as she gasped for air.
Tucking my dick back into my jeans, I grinned. “You’re mine now, Kitten.”
With one last slap to her ass, I turned and walked away.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Kyllian
“Foreplay?” a brother asked.
“Oh yeah,” another chuckled as the music started up again and brothers went about what they were previously doing as if nothing monumental had just happened. Then someone pulled out a chair and sat at the table I was currently lying on.
“You know, I love a good porn show like everyone else, and call me crazy, but seeing the first old lady of this club get her ass literally handed to her just felt wrong. Made me feel kind of dirty.”
Groaning, I slowly lifted my head and glared at the fucker. “Says the man who has no problem shoving his dick down Lollie’s throat.”
Morpheus threw his head back and laughed. “Oh please, Kitten. We all saw the way you responded to your man. You loved it as much as he did. Say what you want about the Brotherhood, but, baby, you fit right in with us.”
Standing, I gathered the remnants of my shirt and sighed. “Fuck it.” Looking at the mountain of a man, I ordered, “Give me your shirt.”
Leaning back in his chair, he smiled. “And why would I do that? I have a beautiful naked woman standing before me.”
Seeing Firestride’s knife on the ground, I grabbed it and pointed it at the motherfucker, who rolled his eyes at me andgroaned before pulling his shirt over his head and handing it to me. “Put the blade away, woman. Your claws are sharp enough.”
Yanking the shirt out of his hands, I quickly pulled it over my head, happy that it fell past my knees. Reaching for a chair, I plopped my ass down and groaned. “He fucked me in front of God and everybody.”
Morpheus smirked. “Yes, ma’am, he did. Thoroughly.” Crossing his arms over his massive, tattooed chest, he looked me dead in the eyes and said, “Though you don’t seem to be upset by that fact. What are you going to do now?”
Leaning forward, I cupped my head in my hands and sighed. “I don’t know. No one’s ever wanted me before besides my mom and sister.”
“What do you mean?”
I shrugged, looking at the man. “My father sold me, along with my mother and sister because my mom couldn’t give him what he wanted. My stepfather never cared about us and let his friends do what they wanted with my mom and sister. When my mom died, my stepfather handed me over to Jessup and the Death Dogs.”
Looking at me, he asked, “What was your mother’s name?”
“Kayla Russell.”
“How did she die?”
“She’d been sick for a while, but my stepfather didn’t give a shit. Neither did his friends when they ran a train on her. One of the men fucking her strangled her to death and didn’t realize it until it was too late.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” he whispered and then asked, “And your sister?”
I shrugged again. “More than likely dead too. I haven’t seen her since I was sixteen and was sold to the Death Dogs.” Looking around the room, I sighed. “Look, I’m tired and I need a shower. I’m going to bed.”
Getting up, I pushed the chair I was sitting on back under the table when Morpheus reached for my hand. I looked at the man as he said, “This is your home now, Kyllian. You belong here. With us. You are a Bastard now and have an entire club at your back, if you ever need us.”
