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“I heard about you sleeping in Wolf’s room. You don’t need to do that, sweetheart. I’ll take the couch or—”
“It’s been decided on, Turtle. Let it go,” Zeus said.
Turtle shook his head on his way to his son, sitting at a nearby table.
Amara watched Dragon as he eyed father and son.
“Something wrong?”
Dragon gave her a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “No, no. All good.”
Amara narrowed her eyes at Zara who cackled as she hung over her side of the bar, pouring Wolf another drink.
“Come,” Dragon said as he grabbed her hand and stood from their table.
She tried to wriggle her hand free, but he held on.
“Dragon…”
He ignored her as he pulled her through the crowd, and entered the narrow corridor leading up to the stairs.
“What are you doing? You know this looks really bad. Do you want your ass beaten by my brothers?”
Dragon kept his sturdy pace as he led her up the stairs.
“I’m just taking you to your room. I don’t see anything wrong with that,” he said over his shoulder, waggling his eyebrows.
“What are you up to?”
At the last second, she realized that Dragon entered his room instead of Wolf’s. He closed the door behind him and she swallowed her dry throat, suddenly getting nervous around this six-foot-ten biker.
“Let go, Dragon. I don’t like this game.”
“Give it two minutes.”
“Why?”
The door flew open with a bang against the wall as Wolf stood in the doorway, his gray eyes spitting flames.
“What the fuck!?” Dragon yelled, although he didn’t sound really surprised. It suddenly clicked that this had been his intention all along. Maybe Dragon wasn’t too bad, after all.
“You’d better get your ass over here, Princess,” Wolf said through gritted teeth.
Dragon’s hands touching her shoulders as he stood behind her gave her that little bit of extra confidence as she unbuttoned the top button of her black, silky blouse.
Let’s see how far she could take this game.
Dragon’s arms caged her in from behind as he helped Amara out in unbuttoning the rest of her blouse. Wolf turned red in the face as his eyes followed Dragon’s hands.
“Come in, Wolf. And close the door,” Dragon said, his voice dark and low.
“This is fucked up, even for you,” Wolf said, as he stood frozen to his spot.
“You’ve been dreaming about this, right? Seeing your precious Princess being used like a little club whore? Isn’t that why you’ve been pushing her away? You don’t want our filth touching her?”
Why did Amara push back her ass against Dragon’s erection when he talked about using her like a club whore? She was slowly losing her sanity. There was no other explanation for it.
Trying to get a rile out of Wolf, escalated in so much more as Dragon’s words breached a dirty fantasy of her. She did want to be used like a dirty whore. She wanted Wolf and everything that would entail being with him.
