Page 6 of The Club Princess

His shoulders slump, and he rubs a tired hand down his face. “I’ve been thinking of asking Razer. He’s better at this computer bullshit than me.”

“Then that’s what we’ll do.” I nod. “Now, back to Mikayla. If I claim her as an old lady, it will protect her if this goes south with whoever is betraying the club.”

My father sits up. “Does she even want to be your old lady? Does she even see you like that?”

“What if I can prove it to you? Would that help you bring it up to the council?” I lick my lips and arrange my hardening cock in my jeans.

He scowls. “Prove what?”

“That she doesn’t think of me as a brother. Like I said, we’re two members of the councils. She knows if she joined as a whore, any members can fuck her.”

“And I’m sure she excluded us from that list.” He glares at me.

I smirk. “How sure are you? Because I can bring her tonight, and if she says no, that’s the end. I think you’re scared of hernotsaying no.”

“You’re ready to put that to the test now? This can’t wait 'til after we find the rat?”

I swallow, my stomach tightening. “We’re losing her. I can feel it.”

He slams his palm on the wood of his desk. “Fuck. You’ll do it either way. Bring her in then.”

Pulling my phone out, my hands shake as I send the text.

Me: Get dressed, princess. Your birthday wish has been granted.

Mikayla

Shakingoutmynerves,I knock on the door of my father’s office. The men downstairs were silent as I walked up the stairs, unfamiliar with the sight of me at the clubhouse so late. Some part of me wonders if they knew what is going to happen. I also wonder which members of the council they will choose. I know my father would never choose Bear because of how close they are and how close his son, Dodge, is to Gage.

My brother opens the door with a taunting smirk, waving me forward, and quietly shuts it behind me as I walk into the room. My father sits behind the desk with a grim expression. He clearly is not happy about my request, so I give him my back and face Gage.

“Strip.”

I tense, confused, and unsure if he’s joking. “R-right now?”

Gage nods, his face stoic. “You know the rules. We’re a part of the council, are we not?”

My heart skips a beat, excitement swirling in my belly. I’m sure they are trying to deter me, but they will be surprised to know this won’t stop me. I've had fantasies about Gage since I was old enough to know what sex was. An odd thrill runs straight to my pussy when I think about my father in the way he plans to use me tonight if they follow through, and this isn’t some cruel prank.

I grip the hem of my white sundress near my thighs, pulling it over my head and dropping it on the floor. It leaves me in my pale blue lacy bra and panties. Gage’s eyes roam over my body, and his chest starts rising and falling faster.

“Everything.” His voice is hoarse. Reaching back, I unclip my bra, slide the straps off my shoulders, and let it fall to the ground. Hooking my fingers into my waistband, I shimmy out of my panties, bending slightly to push them down. There’s a small, sharp inhale behind me, reminding my father is still watching.

Standing up straight, I stare at Gage, who watches me back. His throat bobs as he swallows.

“Show me.”

The deep voice from behind has my nipples hardened further, heat gathering in my tummy.

Gage strolls forward till he’s right in front of me. His fingers brush the underside of my breasts, and goosebumps pebble along the skin. His hand skins down my waist till he grips it and turns me to face our father. He pushes me to walk until we’re standing at his desk.

My father’s eyes are locked on the rosy pink tips of my breasts. His tongue peeks out to rub along his bottom lip. He glances behind me at Gage and nods. “Continue.”

A rough hand wraps the nape of my neck, pushing me down, and I catch myself with my palms flat on the desk. A foot kicks my legs apart, and there’s more pressure to arch my back as my hips are pulled away from the desk.

Fingertips graze my pussy, teasing along my folds. It clenches at the emptiness.

“How does it look?” My father asks. I glance up at him. His hand is rubbing against the large bulge in his pants, his gaze locking into mine.

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