Hot. Wet. Eager.
She took me deep on the first try, her throat opening to accommodate my length as she swallowed around me. Her hands worked what her mouth couldn’t reach, stroking and twisting in a rhythm designed to make me lose control.
It felt good. Of course it did. A mouth was a mouth, and Serena knew what she was doing.
But it wasn’t what I wanted. What I wanted was standing at the top of the stairs, watching me get sucked off by another woman, looking like her entire world was crumbling around her.
Good.
Let her see this. Let her understand what it meant to be in this world. Let her realize that the Brotherhood didn’t do exclusivity, didn’t do monogamy, didn’t do the fairy tale bullshit she might have been imagining in her head.
I claimed her. Broken her. Made her mine. But that didn’t mean I was hers.
Serena pulled back, her tongue swirling around the head of my cock before she took me deep again. She moaned around me, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure up my spine.
My cock was fully hard now, thick and heavy in her mouth. She worked me with enthusiasm, her head bobbing faster as she tried to prove herself. Tried to make me come. Tried to be the one who finally got Nano to lose control.
But I wasn’t losing control.
I was in complete control.
I could feel eyes on me. Not just Alex’s, but the rest of the club, and that was when I saw him.
Scythe.
Standing right behind Alex, stroking his dick.
The world narrowed to a single point of white-hot rage.
Everything else, the music, the laughter, Serena’s mouth on my cock, the brothers watching, all of it disappeared. There was only Scythe, standing behindmygirl, his hand wrapped around his cock, his eyes locked on her like she was just another piece of club pussy he could use.
Like she wasn’tmine.
The fury that exploded through me was primal. Visceral. The kind of rage that bypassed rational thought and went straight to violence. My vision tunneled, my muscles coiling with the need to destroy, to tear him apart for daring to look at her like that.
For daring totouchwhat belonged to me.
Because that was what he was doing. Not physically, but the intent was there. In the way he stood too close. In the way his hand moved over his cock. In the way his eyes traveled over her body, like he was already imagining what it would feel like to fuck her.
No.
The word roared through my head, drowning out everything else.
No. She is mine. MINE.
I shoved Serena off my cock so hard she fell backward, landing on her ass with a startled cry. My jeans were still open, my cock still hard and slick with her spit, but I didn’t give a fuck. I was already moving, already crossing the room with a speed that made several brothers jerk to attention.
Alex’s eyes went wide as I closed the distance. She opened her mouth to say something, but I didn’t give her the chance.
My hand closed around her throat.
Not gently. Not the way I’d done it in my room when I was teaching her, conditioning her, making her understand what her body craved. This was brutal. Possessive. A claim written in the pressure of my fingers against her windpipe.
She gasped, her hands flying up to grab my wrist, and I used that momentum to spin her around and slam her face-down onto the nearest table. Pool balls scattered, rolling off the edge and clattering to the floor. Someone’s beer tipped over, spilling across the felt.
I didn’t care.
I pinned her there with one hand on the back of her neck, holding her down, and turned to face Scythe.
