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“Let’s go, I want this party started so I can have you all to myself.”
“You’re doing it then,” she says, her voice sounding dead. I hate that she sounds like that, but she needs to get over it, she’s mine. Simple as that.
“Yes, you’ll be getting tatted tonight.”
She sighs heavily. “I don’t have any tattoos, where are you putting it.”
“Tits.” I grunt. Because those beauties will belong to only me from now on. No one will be able to get in there. Plus, she has a few scars from her time with Trinity and Killer, the pyscho killers the Jacks Devils in the USA have on retainer. Her time with them wasn’t pleasant. Something I want her to open up to me about, but I doubt she will.
She rubs at her chest and finally speaks, “Okay, Rage, lets get this over with.”
I turn her to me before she can walk off and cup her chin. “You’re mine, Jennifer, from this moment forward, you’re mine. I’ve wanted you since we picked you up. And now, I won’t ever let you go. You’ll learn to love me as I do you.”
She gulps loudly. “You can’t love me; you don’t even know me.”
“I know you, Jennifer,” I state firmly. And I do. What she hasn’t shared we found out through other resources. We know she’s now an only child after her brother was killed by the clubs. We know she and her brother grew up in a foster care after their parents were killed by a drunk driver who was never charged with the crime. And I know the way she tastes. Right now, that’s all I need to know. She can tell me about her life another time because tonight is just about claiming.
Chapter five
Jennifer
Iknew this would happen, the minute I stepped off the bus, and Rage was waiting there for me, I just knew it was a claiming night. He finally is getting his way. I suppose I should just give in, but I won’t give in easily. I know I can’t go against him tonight, not on his turf. I just have to bide my time and eventually, hopefully, I’ll have worked off my past debts to the club.
“Follow me and do what I say,” Rage orders me. He grabs my hand and I stumble a bit on my heels as I follow quickly behind him.
“Listen up,” Hangman starts. “Tonight, is for celebration, Rage has finally claimed himself an old lady.” Cheers ring up around us, I quickly search the room looking for Jordan, and find her standing slightly behind Wiz. Looking upset, I try to give her a small smile to let her know it will be okay. But she just gives me a glare and turns her head.
I didn’t choose this; I hope she understands that at least. I know what she feels for Rage, but she has to know nothing can come of that. Especially not with how I’ve been hearing that all the men in the club, including Rage, call her Butterface. She’s good for a lay, but not anything else.
But she’s getting too attached, and that is what worries me. I look to Rage, and he holds his hand out for me. I take it hesitantly yet firmly and he guides me to the table. He doesn’t say a word as he quickly unclothes me, I swallow roughly, a little nervous and scared.
I was with Rage before, both Hangman and Rage actually, when they’d drive through down and have a layover. I wanted Rage from that point on, but I didn’t let it be known, if anything I tried to make it seem like I hated him, but I didn’t stop him from trying to get in my pants ever since. And months ago, in a moment of weakness, I got drunk and high out of my mind and slept with him again. Willingly of course. Since then, he’s been still trying to get me in bed, but also leaving me alone.
I know why, he had Jordan to occupy his time, before she came onto the scene there were rumors going around with the club girls about how they haven’t been with Rage, and even at the club house the most he got from the girls were blow jobs. Part of me relished in the knowledge that he was mine even if he actually wasn’t.
Now here I am, standing before him naked, my tits heavy from the lack of bra. Rage runs a hand up my stomach and to my breasts, giving me a quick tap on my left nipple before having me lay down on the table. The table known as the claiming table. It’s probably every Dom’s dream table to be honest. It’s designed for the woman to be strapped down, spread eagle, helpless as a man fucks her.
