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Things will be different this time around.
“Hey, Pres.” Voices ring out and I grunt, giving the room a chin lift. “Who’s the hot bitch?” Justine tenses beside me, and when I give her a reaffirming squeeze, she loosens up.
“Mine.” I growl to the jackass that just spouted off.
Gunner sees me and smirks when he notices Justine next to me. If the fuck doesn’t keep his eyes off what’s mine, he’s gonna get a bullet to the face.
I turn to Justine. “Strip.”
Her eyes go big, and she stares at me. “What?” she whispers out in shock.
“You heard me, strip.”
She swallows roughly and does as I say. I lead her over to our claiming table and point at what I want her to do. And she nods shakily.
“Tonight, you’re mine, and being mine, you do what I say, no questions asked.”
“Okay,” she whispers again.
“Do you trust me?” I ask her, tonight will be fun, after I claim her on this table, I’m taking her back to my room and taking my time with her.
Chapter Sixteen
Justine
“Do you trust me?” herepeats, and I look at him, nervous as fuck, but still, I nod. I don’t know why I trust him, but in this moment, I do. “Get up on the table and spread.” He’s taken my clothes and I feel exposed, the table has shackles for my wrists and ankles. He’s going to take me in front of his club, I realize. I don’t know how I feel about this, it’s not exactly out of my comfort zone, but usually, when I’m in positions like this, everyone else is naked and having sex, too.
This reminds me of the time I convinced Tomas to go to a sex club with me, and he did, after much convincing, but refused to partake. Even though it turned me on crazily. He was embarrassed and wanted to leave almost immediately. I could tell, but I wanted to stay, enjoy my surroundings. Once a couple started getting it on next to us, we left because I knew Tomas was at his breaking point.
Hangman moves around the table, cuffing me in place and slaps my pussy. I jerk up, struggling against the restraints.
“Tonight, brothers, your president is taking a woman. Claiming her as his. Any brother touches her he loses his life. That’s our most sacred vow as a family,” a man I haven’t met says to the room. His eyes are dark, so dark they are almost black. He has this weird vibe about him as if he’s battling something deep.
I notice a woman, bleach-blonde hair and fully naked, glaring at me. I wonder briefly what’s up with that shit since I don’t know the woman. I turn from her and focus on Hangman who is stroking his cock through his jeans.
How can he be comfortable doing that in a room full of people? Of mostly men. But I don’t question it because this is Hangman’s domain.
