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“If that’s what you think.” I smile at her, and she bites the inside of her lip as the lady places the wristbands on us.
Red means you came to support and watch.
Yellow means you’re interested but with someone.
Green means you’re up for everything.
She’s dressed in blue. And even if that color means fuck all, I plan on fucking her. Even with a yellow wristband.
Fuck, she looks good.
“I’m not letting anyone touch me. If they do, I’ll kick them where the sun doesn’t shine.” I hold in my laugh at her outburst as we walk down the stairs. She doesn’t even look back as we reach the bottom. Instead, she walks straight to the bar where we met last time.
I didn’t know then I was going to take her, but I’m glad I did. She has been my favorite thing I have confiscated so far, and believe me, there has been a lot of things, including women.
“If you say so.” She rolls her eyes at me as the owner waves a woman over to my side. I usually don’t come here to play, but why not today?
“Hello.” Her eyes flick between Sailor and me. Sailor sits on the stool, crosses her legs, and watches me. “You’re beautiful. We could all play.” The woman is wearing a half cut-off dress, her tits are massive and obviously fake, which doesn’t bother me in the slightest, and her allure is one hundred percent there. So why the fuck do I look to the woman who I’ve been fucking this week?
She doesn’t meet my eyes. No, the defiant bitch looks away, as if she’s avoiding my eye contact. I grab her chin and turn her to face me, and she says, “Are you not here for work? Why the hell am I here?” she asks.
I glance back to the woman who’s watching us interacting. “Suck her tit,” I command the other woman.
Sailor’s eyes go wide, and her body freezes as the woman in red sashays over to us, smiles at Sailor, and reaches for her tit, palming it through her blue dress.
“Get it out.”
The woman looks to Sailor for confirmation, but she makes no move to tell her no. I know she likes it, I can see it in her eyes and in the way her breathing has picked up. Sailor isn’t looking at the woman in red, though. Her eyes are on me as the woman in red gets her tit out and wraps her mouth around it. I look down, still with my hand on Sailor’s jaw as the woman in red sucks her perfect tit, licking and circling with her tongue. Sailor wiggles in her seat, but her eyes are locked firmly on mine like she has no reaction at all.
“You like it.”
“You’re right. Maybe I’m a lesbian now, and you were never enough.”
I grip her jaw tighter, and she manages to smirk.
“Touch my cock, Sailor.”
At first, Sailor doesn’t make a move to touch me, but I lean forward and bite her bottom lip between my teeth and pull. When I let it go, she reaches forward and cups my cock through my trousers. “All for you.”
“And the next woman you fuck,” she bites out and grips a little harder. It doesn’t bother me. Her eyes flick to the small scar on my neck and mine flick to hers. Matching. I copped a lot of shit for that scar. All the boys couldn’t believe she’s still alive after they saw it. I’ve killed people for so much less. Much, much less.
But her time has come to an end, and her week is almost up.
Soon, I’ll have only a scar to remind me of the woman with the green-colored eyes with hints of honey-brown throughout who could fuck like no other.
“I loathe you,” she says, then leans forward in my grip and kisses me. I push the woman in red away and take her, lifting Sailor so her legs wrap around my waist. “Fucking hate you,” she growls, then bites my lip through a kiss until I taste my own blood.
I have never let any other woman I’ve fucked have this much power.
So why the fuck do I let her?
I push her ass onto the bar and pull back.
“You want all these people to watch while I fuck you, my dirty little slut?”
Her forehead crinkles, and she slaps me across the face. I grab her hand and hold it behind her back as I shake my head at her. Slipping the other hand up her dress, she arches her back on the bar and tips her face up to the ceiling.
“See, little slut.”
She wiggles, but I don’t let her push me away as I slide two fingers into her already wet pussy.
“Sailor?” She freezes, her pussy gripping my fingers, and I smile.
Chapter Eighteen
Sailor
No. No way. Jerking my face away from the ceiling, I see my husband standing there, his eyes on me then to Keir. I’m spread eagle with my captor’s hand up my damn dress.
