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He stares at the still whimpering Princess for a moment before shaking his head, turning away, and making his way to the exit. I watch him go, letting out a breath. Then, before pushing out the door, he turns back for one last parting words.
“Bell, you and I both know that bitch ain't worth saving. She is too damn concerned about being Queen fucking B rather than being a decent fucking human. Look at this shit…” He waves his arm around. Most people are still watching Vex, holding Princess in his arms. And Taz has only slightly loosened his hold on me. “She got her ass handed to her by you and Sin. The bitch is trying to prove herself for fucking what? If I were her, I’d be more worried about the psycho mafia heir trying to get his hands on me than siblings that don’t want shit from Daddy or his club. For fuck's sake, what’s the fucking point of saving a selfish bitch like this?” He points to the still-wailing Princess.
“I hear you, brother. Just take a breather. I fucking get it. You aren’t thinking about anything. I haven’t since dealt with her.” I sigh as Blaze stares into my eyes. He lets out a resigned sigh, and he knows I won’t walk away from this job without me saying it. “Fuck me.” He nods. “Ok, if this is what you want to do, I got your back, Sis, but I promise you that if she gets out of hand, I’m calling fucking Mom.” His mood shifts, and he chuckles when I blanch at the thought of him tattling with our mom. He knows damn well how much I hate it when he runs to Mom when he doesn’t get his way. No matter how old we get, Mommy is and will always be his go-to so he can get his damn way.
Fucker.
“I’m skipping the next family reunion.” He winks at me, all anger and frustration gone. A walking away whistling our self-appointed theme song.
Thirteen
BELLAMY
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Looking up into his chocolate brown eyes. The depths of which convey far more than he may mean to. I shouldn’t allow myself to get lost in them, in him–but I do. My breath is shallow as I analyze my body's reaction to him. There is a sense of need to lay myself bare at his feet. The fuck? I am not that bitch. I don’t show no-fucking-body my belly fucking ever, but something primal and predatory demands and calls for me to submit to him. We are mere feet from each other, and it’s taking everything I am to remain rooted in place.
This man has me all fucked up, and I can’t decide on whether I love or hate it. I most definitely something it. Looking into his eyes, searching for answers, answers I know but am trying to deny. If I let him, this man will have me doing all kinds of shit. And the sad thing is that I don’t think I would fight him on it. My body has a mind of its own and gives fuck all to what my mind wants. We can look, but no touchy… touchy.
We stare at each other longer than necessary. My breath hitches when Taz raises a brow at me. The look in his eyes says he will not let me ignore what is happening between us. The fucker knows what he’s doing. I feel like one of those dizzy bitches from one of Sin's porn books. You know, the ones where the girl’s led around by her pussy strings. Those girls that go against reason and ignore their self-worth when there’s a dick involved. Yep, that is what this fucker is trying to turn me into. No offense to women who are led around by their nether lips, but that can’t be me. I’ll fight it tooth and nail.
No matter fucking what. I know all too well what giving in can do to you. Hell, I’m the product of being led around by pussy lips. Remaining a virgin has been a choice. When you grow up watching your mother try to hide how annihilated she is after having her heart broken, it has you rethinking what it is to desire the opposite sex. It did for me. It would also have you questioning what opening up your heart to that kind of hurt would be. So, besides a few brief flings, I’ve firmly sealed my man meat tunnel.
Until now.
Look away… Look away, damnit.
Umm, umm. Not today, hung by Satan.
Not today.
Force my eyes closed, trying desperately to get my shit together, when I hear his deep chuckle that goes directly to my core. Damn it. My eyes snap open, meeting his yet again. The lust and amusement in his eyes have me entranced in him. Taz is a beautiful man, at least six four. He is built but lean, his skin slightly darker than mine, and he’s covered in muscles that I want to trace with my tongue. His bald head isn’t that weirdly shiny or misshaped. Umm mmm. Aww, Hell naw… no… no… nuh uh. This… this man needs to stay far, far the fucketh away from me. His eyes crinkle in amusement at my complete and utter awkwardness. Most have returned to whatever they were doing, but a few linger. The show’s over, the music is back to its normal volume, and the debauchery continues as if their MC Princess didn’t get the smackdown of her life.
Damn, who the hell am I kidding? There is nothing subtle about what is happening between us. That kiss was, well, eyes rolling to the back of my head, panty-melting deliciousness. And his smell, scrumptious. Fuckity, fuck, fuck. Not good, not good at all.
The attempts to rein in my stray thoughts are hard as hell, but not futile. This is not why I’m here, instead of continuing to go down the path of cataloging every spank bank-worthy moment this man gives me. I smile, give him a wink, and change tactics. I let the shutters come down. I know… I know I’m giving myself whiplash, too. But the damn man is fine as hell, and my libido is a bitch in heat. So what the hell am I supposed to do? Ignore his fine ass? And the fact that I know the fucker is clearly more than a quick anything. Sure… sure, let me get right on that. Squaring my shoulders, I look at him, ignoring the war inside me. His smirk never falters despite my attitude shift. Fucker. I will not be deterred.
“I’m not like the little girls you have around here. I’m not a wham bam, thank you, ma'am kind of chick. So if that is what you think this is…” I wave a finger in a weird circular motion, and my beast growls at my apparent awkwardness, the fuck. I shake my head and keep going, “is going to be… then don’t. Just throwing it out there, big guy. Just so we're clear. I’m not one of these harlots, club girls, not-for-profit ladies of the night, pleasure holes…” Realizing that I can go on for days, I cut myself off, satisfied that I’ve made enough of a point. I hear a few coughs and guffaws, ignoring them.
He must have read something on my face because he chuckles but doesn’t respond otherwise. With a shake of his head, he turns and walks toward the bar. And because I don’t want to seem desperate and needy, I try not to watch him go. But I have no choice but to turn around and walk to the bar, where I catch Rocket watching me. A knowing smirk plays on his lips that I ignore. Before I can sit and get comfortable, Taz materializes and sets a beer in front of me. He leans closer, lips a hair's breadth from my ear.
“You’re not a harlot, pleasure hole… what else was it?” His hot breath tickles my ear as he breathes me in. He groans, which I can feel down to my core, sending a shiver down my spine. I hold my breath, begging my body to cooperate with me. It takes longer than it should. Shifting, I feel his body follow mine. To my dismay, his front presses into my back. His scent and warmth consume me. I stay in the moment because I can feel Rocket's eyes boring into the side of my head.
“Not-for-profit lady of the night…” I whisper.
“Mmm hmm, that’s right. You’re none of those. But you’re something, aren’t you, my little tornado? Since you walked into my clubhouse, something about you has called out to me. I’d be a fucking idiot to ignore the pull, the need to have you near me, by my side, and under me, screaming my name. Something about you makes me want to hold you close and never let go. And I’ve never been that guy.” My body stiffens. He must have felt it. Without acknowledging my response with words, he pushes closer to me, and his breath on my neck is so fucking hard to ignore. Work in overdrive to hold back my body's response to his nearness. He continues, “This spell you have on me, I know deep in my bones, is one I don’t want to break. So, I’ll say this–whatever you came here for, whether to meet your father or save your sister, you just met your end game, baby girl. You are mine.”
The rumble of his deep growl and glittering eyes filled with determination and ownership don’t do what they want them to do. Or at least I ignore the shutter and involuntary exhale, which causes him to chuckle at my expense, and my eyes narrow. Damn him. He knows what he is doing to me. Fucker. Stealing my spine and determination not to be that girl. I snatch the beer and stare ahead. No more unwanted body response for you, sir. I will sit in this chair and ignore, ignore, ignore.
And we’ll see how you like that, Captain Sexy Pants.
Refusing to let my lust-filled thoughts continue to take up more of my time, I turn my head and look at Rocket, who smiles at me. The fucker heard every damn word, fucking superhuman hearing. The knowing look is still in his eyes. Rolling my own at him causes him to let out a bark of laughter, garnering the attention of a few people around us who are still watching. Taz continues to lean into me, and when I don’t respond, he runs his nose from the crook of my neck to the back of my ear, where he places a lingering kiss. He breathes me in, and without a word, he abruptly pulls away. I watch him through the mirror as he goes with confident strides. The fucker knows I’m watching because he stops, looks over his shoulder, and shakes his head. He flexes his neck and then continues on his path, disappearing down the hall Princess and Vex had. The breath I didn’t realize I was holding whooshes out of me, and I hear Rocket let out a chuckle and say, “Well, shit.”
“Oh, you shut it. You dick.” I say without looking at him.
Putting my bag on the bar top and ruffling through it, I find a clean T-shirt and put it on. Ignoring Rockets cackling. A few club brothers groan and shout that they enjoy the view and a few other colorful comments. Earning a growl from Rocket. Men are such fucking pigs.
Without turning around, I answer their heckling in the only way I know how, “The show’s over, boys. Maybe if you’re nice, I might give you another peek. Until then, kiss my ass.” My words are laced with laughter and sarcasm. Guffaws, hoots, and hollers ring out. Of course, it doesn’t go over well with Rocket, but I ignore him.
