Page 22 of Entranced With the Hellhound

“Don’t you fucking cum yet. I told you,” Bishop growls.

When he pulls out, I want to slap the shit out of him. My eyes snap open, and I clench my fist. I’m appalled that this man brought me so close to the edge, then stopped.

“Are you out of your fucking mind? Why the hell would you stop?” I yell, breathing hard.

I’m too wound up right now for his games. This night has been long as fuck, and I’m finally with the man that I want, and he’s playing with me. I go to snatch my hands from his, but he tightens his hold.

“When I tell you to do something, I want you to fuckin’ listen,” Bishop menacingly growls.

I roll my eyes because I know he’s trying to prove a point about me not coming to him. Now is not the time for his pettiness. I was on the verge of having the most powerful orgasm of my life, and he’s being an asshole.

“You can’t be for real right now! I told you why I didn’t come to you. Don’t punish me for doing what I needed to do,” I whine, breathing hard.

“I’m not punishing you, Blue Grace. I want you to understand from here on out, you need to come to me. I can’t lose you behind some bullshit. You feel me?” Bishop asks, searching my face.

He pushes my hair out of my face and looks at me with such tenderness that my heart gets stuck in my throat.

“I feel you,” I finally answer.

Bishop nods, letting go of my hands, then pushes back inside of me slowly. Then he leans down and kisses my lips softly before rolling his hips. I pull him down so his chest is pressing down on mine. I want to be able to feel his skin against mine.

When I scratch my nails down his back, I feel him shiver beneath my palms, and I smile. He groans before slamming his dick all the way inside.

My eyes roll back at the sensations this man is causing within me; they can’t be explained. There’s no way I can stop the orgasm. As a matter of fact, I don’t even try.

I lay beside Bishop with sore muscles, a well-used pussy, and the biggest smile that I’ve ever had on my face. I couldn’t have begun to fathom the amount of pleasure Bishop would give me. Never in my wildest dreams could I have conjured up the earth-shattering orgasms he gave me. I have fantasized about Bishop many nights, but I definitely underestimated his prowess.

Bishop makes lazy circles on my back with his finger while I contemplate all of the orgasms I’ve missed out on. I’m not going to ruin our post-coital bliss by bringing up what took us so long to get here, but the thoughts won’t stop circling my brain.

“You know my claim on you means these motherfuckers can’t be smiling all in your face from now on,” Bishop says, breaking the silence in the room.

“Hmmm,” I hum, keeping my real response in.

His jealous ass.

I knew he was jealous even before I started avoiding him. Hell, I stopped coming around because of how he acted the last time I was dancing with Slam. I couldn’t breathe in another man’s direction without him getting pissed off.

“Don’t hmmm me. I don’t want to kill my brothers, but you know I will.”

I look up at him, frowning. I shake my head when he glares at me. I know we are going to have to talk about boundaries, but I was hoping to enjoy this moment a little longer.

I straddle his wide body as he lies on his back. His hands instantly grip my hips. I lean forward and kiss his lips, so he can soften a little before I hit in with some truths.

“You’re not gonna kill anybody because of me. If anybody dies, it’s because you want them to. Don’t put that shit on me cause we both know what’s up.” I quirk a brow at him.

Bishop grunts but doesn’t dispute what I said. We both know he’s crazy, and we both know his crazy has nothing to do with me. He would never kill a brother over his jealousy, though, because that’s not how he operates. Bishop is too controlled for that.

“I might not kill these bastards, but I will beat the shit outta of em’. So, nip that flirtin’ shit in the bud when they start.” He looks at me, and I nod. “And tell me if Brick comes around. I need to know.”

“So, this is about Brick?” I question, eyeing Bishop suspiciously.

I meant to ask him how he knew Brick and how Brick knew I was associated with the Hounds. How would a cartel enforcer know that? I’m missing some major information about Brick, and Bishop knows what that missing piece is.

“This is about you being my woman and you coming to me for any and everything,” Bishop responds cryptically.

“Don’t give me that caveman shit. Who is Brick to you? Why did he warn me, and how did he fucking know that I have anything to do with the Hounds in the first place?”

“That’s club business, and I can’t get into all that.” Bishop immediately shuts me down.