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380 pages, Kindle Edition
Published March 14, 2019
He snorts. “Bitch you started this shit storm, you atone for your fucking actions. Better call in and take vacation or quit, I don’t really give a fuck but your freedom, for the time being, is now over.”
I don’t know if this is truly what I want with Esther anymore. However, I know that I need this. Being monogamous, just the two of us, isn’t something that I’m sure I’m capable of being.
I had no fucking clue what she even liked, hell she could be a vegetarian for all I know. Which would make this awkward as fuck, as if it isn’t already.
“Any special requests for you, Wolfe?” Gavino asks. I open my mouth to tell him that I’m not interested in his women. “You’ll be insulting me if you don’t take an offered gift,” he explains. Fuck. “Black hair,” I grunt. Fuck, I’m such a fucking asshole.
Her words of pleasure and satisfaction cause my cock to twitch. She turns and we follow behind her into the sitting room.
Fuck me. She holds her hand out to me. I take a step toward her, slipping my palm into hers and I follow behind her, like the goddamn asshole that I am.
My phone doesn’t ring. For the first day since he left, he doesn’t call me.
Tears prick my eyes, and something ugly enters my mind, something I’ve tried to forget, my stomach rolls.
I got at least ten women in there who will do what I want, the way I want it, no questions asked. I don’t need to waste my time on some cunt from town, on someone who won’t be my ride-or-die.
It’s been a year since we were together, a year since he broke my heart.
When I was with Raff, I tried so hard to keep him, to make him happy. I fucked and sucked him in the common bar of the Savage Beast clubhouse, and I would have continued to do it had he not wanted to bring in another person or persons. I would have done almost anything he asked of me.
I can’t seem to fuck her out of my system, no matter how many whores I come inside of, Esther is always there.
Why can’t I take her, just her, as she is? Why do I need to see another man inside of her, why do I need to watch? Why do I need this shit so goddamn bad? Fuck.
I wonder, offhandedly, if I could keep her for myself. I know she’d play my games, she’d fulfill my desires, she wouldn’t have a choice.
My heart slams against my chest when I realize that this voice does not belong to Raff.
“He’s going to do whatever the fuck I tell him to do to you, you’re going to enjoy that aren’t you, Esther?” Raff growls.
“You ain’t my Old Lady,” Raff announces.
“I don’t trust your ass, not even for a goddamn second. I can’t brand a bitch that I don’t trust. I’ll fuck you, we’ll fuck you, but that don’t mean shit for now. All that means is you’re going to come, nothing else.”
He doesn’t love me, he probably never did. It’s completely one-sided and now he’s going to use my body as he sees fit.
Anger fills me at their callous words. They don’t care about me, either of them.
“She’s a hot piece, brother. Not a hardship to do this for you,” Mamba chuckles into the dark room.
I know she loves me, and I’m exploiting that by getting what I want, the way I want it. I know she’s not going anywhere, she’ll be here and do what I want until she breaks.
“You loved me when you were fucking all of those Sinister Skulls members?” he asks sharply.
“Did you still love me when you fucked all those whores?” I sweetly ask as I climb over his hips, straddling his thighs and look down at him.
“You’re too fuckin’ skinny. I like to fuck a woman, not a stick figure. I was afraid we’d split you in half last night, Esther. Eat a goddamn burger,” he growls before he walks out of the bedroom, slamming the door behind him.
“It looks like this, Esther. It looks exactly like this. It looks like you, me, and someone else. Maybe Mamba, maybe not. But Princess, that’s what it looks like. I don’t know how to be any other way, not for long periods of time.”
He chuckles. “Yeah, but fucking her with Mamba? How you gonna brand her with that shit goin’ down?” “Who said I was branding her?” I lie.
“I can do whatever I want, Esther. You’re mine and you ain’t goin’ anywhere, Princess. I want to whore you out to my club, I will. I want to ignore your mouth for anything other than sucking my dick, I will. You won’t say shit either, because you’re the one who fucked up, not me.”
He snorts, a slow smile spreading on his lips. “I’m capable of it. Just not with you, not with some bitch that’s so goddamn desperate she’d let her body be used the way you have.”
She shakes her head. “I can’t go back to teaching. I quit with zero notice. I don’t have anything else that I’m really good at except fucking. Now that I’ve had both you and Mamba, I figure the guys would like another whore that didn’t have a problem with anal.” She shrugs.
“You’re not a man. You’re the lowest level of shit I’ve ever seen,” Mamba sneers.
