Page 51 of Always Yours

I grab her by the hair and have one of my knives to her throat and she looks at me with terrified eyes.

“You don’t touch him,” I hiss at her.

She looks at me with a smirk.

“I don’t think he had a problem with it, sweetie,” she replies condescendingly.

I glare at her and dig the knife into her so that a little bit of blood trickles out. Her eyes widen in alarm.

“I said hands off my man. If you touch him again, you won’t live to climb on the next cock with your gaping cunt,” I growl out at her.

“Raz-” she pleads with my man, and I tighten my hold on her hair.

“No, you don’t get to look at him. Don’t speak to him. You see this cut. It says ‘Property of Razor.’ That means he’s mine. I won’t tolerate anyone disrespecting me by trying to poach my man, especially when he’s drunk,” I snap.

“Bitch, you heard her. Get gone,” someone shouts with a laugh.

I shove her to the floor, and she looks up at me in anger like she’s ready to attack me. She looks like she’s seconds away from it before a body steps in her way.

“I wouldn’t touch her if I were you,” Nick growls out in anger.

“Oh, what do you care? You’re nothing but a prospect,” she seethes.

He grabs a knife out of his pants. “You see, I taught her everything she knows. She’s my little sister. Not only that, but she’s pregnant with the Prez’s baby. No one is harming our First Lady on my watch,” he says calmly, but with dead seriousness.

Razor stands up and puts a hand on Nick’s shoulder.

“You heard them. Don’t come near either one of us again. His cut may say ‘prospect’ for now, but I will support anyone who is protecting my Old Lady when she’s threatened.”

The girl looks around her for support, but everyone is glaring at her. She gets up to walk to the other side of the yard.

I breathe a sigh of relief and Derek wraps an arm around me. “That was so fucking hot. I’m so fucking hard for you right now.”

I can’t help but giggle at his words.

“Oh, fuck, Prez. I don’t want to hear what you are going to do with my sister,” Nick says while putting his fingers in his ears, causing everyone to laugh.

We sit back down. I return to my spot on Derek’s lap. The brothers around us are looking at me with respect and pride in their eyes.

“You make a damn good First Lady,” one says.

“Right, fuck that was hot. She was ready to slice her throat for touching her man. Where can I find me a crazy bitch like that?” one asks, causing me to laugh.

“I’m sure you will find your crazy,” I say laughing.

They all compliment me and the little bit of skills I showed, but Nick really gets praised once they knew he trained me and that he still does when he has time.

When Derek and I finally make it to bed, I’m dead on my feet; but I make sure I take Derek’s pants, shirt, and cut off like I did last night when he passed out.

When I wake up the next morning, it’s to Derek’s face between my legs as he licks my clit.

I moan loud when he sucks it into his mouth and slides a finger inside of me.

I grab his hair and realise that it’s wet so he must have showered before deciding to feast on me.

The thoughts leave as he uses his skilled tongue on me. I have one hand in his hair, and the other clutching the bed under me.

When I find my release, I feel like it’s not enough, so I push him down to the bed and see that he only has a towel around his waist. I flick it open and position myself over him.

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