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Leaning back, I reach up, snagging on of her hands. “Pull my hair,” I murmur, loud enough for the others to hear. “Grab on tight. I’m only just getting started, pet.”
I know what the guys have to be thinking. No one touches Devil. Idiots have earned broken fingers for just brushing up against me, and here I am, feasting on Ava’s pussy while encouraging her to thread her fingers through my hair.
That alone should’ve been enough to prove my point. Just in case it isn’t, I massage her thighs, ripping pants, grunts, and moan out of my wife as I nuzzle her clit, flicking it with my tongue before returning my attention to lapping at her entrance.
As soon as I feel like I’ve made my point, I stop drawing it out. Dedicating everything I have in me to making my wife come, I slip two of my fingers inside of her, giving her something to clench as I nibble her clit, then suck her labia into my mouth as I fingerfuck her to completion.
When I have, I don’t wipe my mouth. With my lips shiny from Ava’s juices, I pat her thighs closed, go to one knee, then the other, and rise up to my full height so they can all see how much I enjoyed letting Ava ride my face in front of them.
Eyes blazing at every Sinner assembled in the conference room, I tell them, “This woman is Ava Crewes. She’s my wife. Myeverything. And I want each of you to know that she ownsme. Got that?”
For a moment, there’s absolute silence, but then Royce whistles between his teeth. Following his lead, applause breaks out, all of the men calling out their congratulations to Ava and me.
Over the roar of their congratulations, one of the men scoffs.
Like a shark zeroing in on its prey, I get the blond in my sights. Silence falls as I take a few pointed steps toward him.
“Twig.” The single syllable is like ice. “You got something to say?”
“Well, yeah, boss. I get that she’s your wife and all now, but that doesn’t change the way things work around here.”
Is that so?
“Oh? And how do things work?”
Royce shakes his head. Killian, standing on the other side of Twig, takes a noticeable step away from him.
Smart.
Twig doesn’t notice. “You know. She’s yours. I get that we gotta munch some pussy to keep our ladies happy, but you’re the boss. If you wanted to prove that she belongs to you, she should’ve been sucking your dick instead.”
Why would she when the whole purpose of his public display was so that there wasn’t a single doubt let in her mind—and the syndicate’s—about her place in my life?
“Didn’t you hear me? This woman ownsme.”
“I don’t know, boss. I still think she should’ve been the one to go to her knees.”
My fingers flex. “What? Like a whore?”
For the first time, he looks a little uneasy. “I didn’t say that.”
Yes. He did.
“Link,” murmurs Ava. “I want to go home.”
Not yet. “She should’ve gone to her knees, right? You said that.” When Twig opens his mouth, I cut him off before he can say another word. “Don’t deny it. Come on, Twiggy. We’re all Sinners here. What if I said I’d let her go to her knees for you. You think you can handle my wife?”
Ava reaches out, touching the back of my arm. “Lincoln.”
There’s no Lincoln here. No Link, either.
Only the Devil.
Now, I don’t know what the fuck this kid thinks being a Sinner means, because sharing girls… that shit doesn’t fly here. After that happened to Royce… even if my guys wanted to share, I put a stop to that years ago. Twig hasn’t been a soldier long enough to figure that out, I guess.
Too bad.
Shaking Ava off of me, I gesture at Twig. “Go one. Take it out, big guy. Show us what you got.”
