Page 55 of Marked By Myth

“Okay!” she cried out, tears streaming down her face. I was about to turn to leave, issuing a warning to the others, when I heard her little whiney voice again. “He wants me, I’ll be there though. What Prez wants, he gets. Wife or no wife.”

“Oh, you dumb whore,” I heard Fang say. I looked up to see Myth heading our way, his eyes wide with concern. I didn’t wait for him, I spun on my heel and marched back over to the cunt now trying to back away from me. Lifting the bat once more, I landed the first blow on her stomach, then her knees, and when she rolled onto her stomach, I hit her back. Blow after blow, I landed on her until she could barely make a sound.

“Baby,” I heard Myth’s voice from behind me. His hand moved to the bat. I let him take it from me, and turned to look up at him. “Nothing happened. I pushed her out of the office, I promise you.”

“Oh I know,” I told him. “You wouldn’t be stupid enough to fuck up what we have again. But the bitch had no respect for me.”

Myth’s smile was enough to shift my rage for a moment. “Fuck I love it when you take control. Do you know how hot it was to watch you fuck up a bitch for me?”

“Oh, it’s about to get better. We’re not done, Adrian.” I turned to Missy. “Get her to the shed.”

Missy nodded, and grabbed Fang and Menace to help her carry the bitch toward the shed back down away from the clubhouse.

“How do you know about the shed?” Myth asked me, his arm moved to grab me by the waist and pull me into him.

“Missy explained some things,” I told him. “Now, the bitches know not to fuck with what’s mine.”

His smile was electric, and it sent shockwaves down to my pussy. He always did, but right now, as he looked at me like I was his queen, yeah I was seconds away from not being able to walk.

“Now, come with me. I’m not done with that whore.”

“You’re going to beat her up more?” he asked as I took his hand and dragged him toward the shed.

“No, baby, I’m going to show her exactly what she wants, but will never have.”

Once we got to the shed, Missy and the boys had vacated it, leaving a battered and bleeding Belle on a chair, her hands tied behind her back, tears streaking down her face.

“Fuck, I love seeing how brutal you can be,” Myth said, moving my hair off my shoulder and kissing my neck. “You make me so goddamn hard.”

“Good,” I said, spinning in his arms. “Now, you’re going to do your husbandly duty and eat your wife out while the whore behind you watches.”

Myth smirked, before I felt him tug at my skirt, yanking it up and testing how wet I was. His eyebrows went up when he felt just how ready I was for him.

I didn’t have time to speak before I felt him lift me up, manoeuvring me to his shoulders, my pussy right in front of his face. A finger slid my panties to the side and his tongue was on me. He moved me to the wall, the tin shed burning into my back from the summer heat. I moved my hands to his head, holding him there. My eyes were on Belle as she looked up, her eyes red and watery, and her breathing coming in short and sharp bursts, but she didn’t look away as Myth ate me out against the shed wall.

Pleasure shot through me as he found my clit with his teeth, lighting scraping them over my sensitive bud before he sucked it into his mouth.

Fuck.

I groaned, my hips moving over his face, needing him to slip into my core and fuck me while his tongue tortured my clit. It was almost like he knew, because the next moment I felt his fingers slide into me.

Oh fuck.

My orgasm came swiftly once he hooked his fingertips and rubbed over my G spot. Stars erupted in my vision as I cried out, loudly, as I came on my husband’s face. He didn’t stop, he rode out my orgasm until I felt like jelly, before I felt him pick up the pace, pushing a third finger into me, his tongue working my clit all over again.

Fuck me.

I came harder this time, blacking out for a moment, before I felt him pull me down into his arms and position me. It felt like I was in a daze, as he positioned me, bent over a table, facing Belle. My vision was blurry, but when I felt him kick my ankles out, I knew what he was doing. My panties were pulled back to the side, and his cock notched at my entrance. I was watching Belle when he slammed all in the way into me in one brutal thrust. Crying out, I clutched onto the table, keeping my eyes on the bitch as he fucked me hard.

Belle didn’t look away, fresh tears making their way down over her cheeks, as she whimpered. She was clenching, turned on by watching us. Ha! She had no idea how good his cock was. I loved feeling him brutally fuck me. I’d be bruised from the insides later, and I welcomed it. I yanked my shirt off, holding myself up to show her the tattoo on my stomach.

Property of Myth.

His.

Only his.

And he was mine.