Page 14 of Pink Poison (The Butchers MC #1)

Oh, sweet Stephanie. How little she knows of me to not understand that I am a man of my word. With a cruel grin, I taunt, “Open your legs and find out, Stevie .”

Her legs spread easily, far more willing than I expected.

Although, I shouldn’t be surprised that she’s all in on this game with me.

We both want to prove the other wrong. That, and I selfishly want to humiliate her.

I want her tears, the same ones she cried when I caught her at Mo’s.

It wasn’t a lie when I told her she looked her prettiest when she cried.

It was a fact—a fact that I want to remind her of .

With my free hand, I slide my fingers between her legs and trace her slit through the thin cloth barrier that is currently keeping me from her pussy. “I don’t want to hear a damn sound out of your mouth. If you so much as breathe too loud, I will gag you with my cock,” I warn.

My cock aches, punishingly so, as she shifts her weight—almost as if she’s teasing me. If I didn’t know that she hates my guts, I’d say she wants me to touch her. Testing the waters, I pull her panties to the side and slip a calloused finger between her sticky, wet slit.

Oh, holy shit .

She’s getting off on this.

Part of me knows that I should stop while I’m ahead—before I cross a line that can’t be uncrossed. But, fuck. I didn’t expect to feel her pussy dripping wet for me. Now, I don’t think I could stop, even if I wanted to.

“Pathetic,” I scoff, gently teasing her clit. “You would get off on your stepbrother calling you a slut and letting him play with your needy cunt.”

A symphony of masculine groans rumble around the booth.

Each of my brothers stare at the woman in my lap with hearts practically jumping from their eyes, like she’s their favorite entertainment.

Dickheads . I chance a look at Hill, who casually rubs his hand over his slacks—not giving a single fuck that he’s surrounded by men who could break him in half.

She rocks herself back and forth, grinding her mound against my open palm—taking what she wants from me and not the other way around. And fuck, if it’s not the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.

“Fuck,” Graves groans. “You’ve got her cheeks turning pink, brother.”

His words spur something in me, almost like he’s talking to the devil on my shoulder who wants to confess every sin I’ve committed while thinking of this woman.

I push two fingers into her tight wet cunt, letting her walls pulse around them. Oh, fuck. My dick swells, far beyond the threshold of comfort. “How about now, brother?” I ask .

Stone throws his head against the booth while palming his groin. “Her pretty pink doll lips are open, man.”

“And yet, not a sound came out.” I chuckle.

“Such a good slut, taking your brother’s fingers and staying quiet.

” Her hips buck at my degrading praise, as if they are her undoing.

My fingers glide from her slick entrance with each thrust until she’s successfully fucking herself for the table to see.

It’s hot, so fucking hot that I can’t resist grinding my painfully hard, weeping cock into her ass.

“That’s it, slut,” I rasp. “Ride your brother’s fingers.

Let them see who this pussy belongs to.”

Tossing her head onto my shoulder, I watch her pouty lips move while she mouths a desperate, silent plea.

Please. Please. Please.

Goddamn. She has no idea how much I want to give in and let her moan for me—how badly I want to hear my name from her sassy fucking mouth.

“Truly an exquisite sight,” Hill comments, nearly breaking the spell I’ve fallen under. “Tell me, how hot is her cunt?”

“So fucking hot.” I pump my wrist, fucking her back as hard as she was fucking me. “The perfect stress relief.”

“Yes. Yes, this is.” He leers at Stephanie’s supple breasts as they bounce with each thrust.

Her walls tighten around my fingers as the conversation comes to a standstill with everyone’s eyes on her.

The bar’s chatter tapers, leaving me no choice but to listen to the sound of my fingers plunging through her arousal.

Adrenaline takes over, knowing that if I can hear her pleasure, then my brothers can, too.

They can hear how desperate her cunt is.

They can see how aroused she is.

For me.

“Shit,” Kash whispers, stealing my attention. “Del is coming.”

Fucking cockblock .

“You heard Kash, slut.” I brush my nose against her temple, briefly reveling in the heat of her skin. “You need to keep it together or we’ll be caught. Remember, if you so much as breathe too loud, I’ll gag you with my cock, and baby, I would love nothing more than to hear you choking on me.”

She sits straight in my lap again, forcing my fingers to rest deep inside of her messy pussy. It’s a poetic torture, to have to sit here like a civilized member of society, when all I want to do is finish what I started.

The heavy sound of footsteps sobers the table enough to cover our little show. “Is everything okay here?” Del asks as she approaches our booth. Her eyes flit to Stevie before reaching mine. If looks could kill, I’d be a dead man with his fingers buried in his stepsister’s cunt.

“Everything is great,” Graves drawls, clearly not thrilled with his entertainment being interrupted.

“I wasn’t asking you, hot shot,” she snaps.

Refocusing her attention on the woman currently stuffed with my fingers, she repeats her question, “Is everything okay?” Stephanie nods, confirming that she’s okay.

“I’m going to need you to use your words.

Otherwise, I’ll be forced to contact authorities. ”

“Shit. Del, she said she was fine,” Kash starts.

Del waves a hand up, stopping him in his tracks. “ She didn’t say anything. Now, I’m only going to ask this one more time. Is. Everything. Okay?”

“Yep,” Stephanie quips, pitching her voice higher. She cozies up to my neck, pressing her insanely soft lips to my heated skin with a giggle. “I’m just keeping this guy company.”

“Great. That’s all I needed to hear.” Del nods, turning away from the table. “Remember, no weapons. ”

“It won’t happen again, Del,” Kash snorts, shaking his head. Once the bartender is a safe distance away, he brings his attention back to Stephanie. “ Blondie ,” he sings. “You weren’t supposed to make a sound.”

“Oh, fuck yo—” she snarks before a moan works its way from her lips.

Stifling a laugh, I work my fingers from her soaking core, despite not wanting to leave it.

“He’s right,” I say, gathering her attention back to me.

“Open your mouth, little slut.” Her lips fall open on command as her pupils dilate.

I raise my hand that is coated in her arousal slowly.

“Since the bartender has eyes on us, you’re going to wrap those pretty lips around my fingers and suck them until they’re clean. ”

Sliding my fingers between her lips, I tease her tongue, testing to see just how far she’s still willing to go to keep our game alive.

Tentatively, her tongue against my fingers before her lips wrap around me.

Fucking Christ. Precum soaks through my jeans as she picks up confidence, moving her tongue between my fingers to clean me of her juices.

The hate I hold for her ebbs away the longer she pulls me into her orbit.

“Keep sucking,” I command.

Turning, I face the man responsible for this situation.

Bowing my head briefly, I allow him to truly start this meeting.

“Right.” He coughs while unsubtly adjusting himself over his slacks.

“Atticus would like to come to an agreement with the MC. You stop taking out his associates, and we both will offer aid in your search for whoever hurt your club.”

“How do we know that Atticus wasn’t responsible for the attacks?” Graves asks.

“You don’t, but I do,” Creed smarts. “Put it this way; you want Atticus working on your side, not—”

I slide my fingers from Stephanie’s mouth, letting her lips pop, interrupting Creed’s statement. “So, you want us to turn a blind eye to the skin trade.”

He nods. “Precisely. ”

“When does Atticus want our answer?” Stone gruffs.

“Tonight,” Creed confirms, lowering his eyes to his watch.

Graves leans forward over the table, steepling his fingers under his chin.

It takes him a moment, but the contemplative look in his eye disappears.

He’s going to concede. Slowly, as if it almost pains him, he dips his head.

“Alright.” He sighs. “We’ll look away so long as there are results.

We scratch your back, you scratch ours.”

“That’s all we ask,” Creed says.

“And I want you to leave Stevie alone.” Oh, for fuck’s sake. “She’s no longer available to you,” Graves demands, leaving zero room for argument.

My stomach twists uncomfortably at his immediate defensiveness of her. As if he’s the only one who would come to her rescue— be her hero.

“Possessive, aren’t we?” Creed mocks. His glassy gaze pins to his hired whore. “What do you think, angel ?”

Angel?

What a stupid fucking pet name. She’s not an angel, never could be with the way her pussy was gripping my fingers. That woman is a succubus, a goddamn nightmare. She’s the embodiment of temptation and sin. Ain’t nothing about her holy or innocent.

Stevie stiffens in my lap before she whips her vanilla scented hair to look at the man who brought her here. “Me?” she asks, playing the dumb blonde card again. “I’m okay with anything.”

“Yeah, I bet you are,” Creed leers as he tilts his head like he’s weighing his options. Slapping his hands against the table, he gives Graves a sharp nod, agreeing to the terms.

“Perfect.” Graves smiles, extending his hand to the man. “We’ll be in touch then.”

“I look forward to hearing from you,” Creed says, shaking my best friend’s hand. “Angel, thank you for accompanying me tonight. ”

“Thank you for the wonderful night, Mr. Hill,” she purrs, wiggling her fingers at the man.

Graves slides out of his seat, allowing Creed to exit smoothly without further prompting. Flicking my eyes to Kash, I jerk my head towards the shady businessman, wordlessly directing him to follow him. Nodding, Kash moves, leaving me to sit with our brothers and the bane of my existence.

“Do you have a ride out of here, Stevie?” Graves asks after a painful minute of silence.

“Eat shit, Butcher,” she spits as she throws herself from my lap. Glancing down, I almost blow my fucking load as I take in the sexy wet spot she left over my jeans.

“Jesus,” Graves groans, rubbing his jaw with his hand. “Answer the question, beautiful.”

My lip turn down at his use of the sweet pet name, hating how it sounds coming from him. He shouldn’t want to be sweet and gentle with this woman after the show I just put on with her.

“I’ll figure it out, Jameson.” Straightening her spine, she snaps, “I always do.”

“Suit yourself.” He knocks his fist against the table. “Mack, a word?”

I have a few of my own to share with him, particularly where he can shove his words.