Page 23 of Ruthless Obsession (Royal Bastards MC Chicago, IL Chapter)
“You think you won’t get punished for that shit?” I point past her.
“I did nothing wrong,” she bites back.
“Bullshit. You entertained him,” I roar.
I push shit aside on the table and lay her on her stomach.
“What are you doing, Mavis?”
I see she only calls me Ruthless outside these walls.
I yank the hem of her dress up exposing her bare ass. “Punishing you.”
My large hand comes down on her plump ass.
“Ouch,” she shrieks turning her head to face the wall.
“I’m your fucking man, Sophie,” I roar again as I bring my hand down again and again.
Her body shakes underneath my hand.
“What will you do next time a man is in your presence?”
The stubborn woman doesn’t answer.
I bring my hand down again. “Answer me.”
Sophie turns her tear soaked face in my direction . “Fuck you.”
Her defiance only makes my dick hard as steel.
“Keep it up and you won’t get what you want. My tongue. My cock.”
I smooth a hand over her warm ass cheeks before I bring it down again.
“Repeat after me, Sophie. I’m Sophie Ruthless’s OL’ Lady. I can’t talk to you,” I say as I bring my hand down again.
She sniffles. “I’m Ruthless’s OL’ Lady….I-I can’t talk to you.”
“Louder,” I shout as I smack her ass again.
“I’m Ruthless’s OL’ Lady. I can’t talk to you,” she cries out.
The happiness that was in her brown eyes when I stared into them this morning is gone.
Sophie looks broken. She turns her head facing the wall again.
I massage her blood stained ass. “This isn’t the same as what he did.”
“It isn’t?” she snaps.
Her angry eyes meet mine. “You beat me, Mavis,” Sophie yells out.
“I spanked you, Sophie. I didn’t punch you or smack you across the face.”
She curls into a ball. “Would you ever hit me?”
My brows lower. “I’m not answering that because you know I wouldn’t.”
She tugs at my shirt. “Deep down I know you wouldn’t.”
I grab her legs, turning her body until her pussy faces me.
Sophie winces.
“I-I think I kind of liked it,” she admits.
I curl a hand around her neck and pull her up to meet me half way. “You’re addicted to me, sweetheart.”
She swallows against my grip. My beautiful woman doesn’t want to admit the truth.
“I’m fucking obsessed with you,” I tell her.
“There will be nothing left but pieces of that motherfucker when I’m done,” I grit out.
Her face pinches in a scowl. “Mavis, you make me crazy possessive over you. All these women want what’s mine.”
“They can’t have me, Sophie.”
Her body relaxes. When the fucker she trusted betrayed her I could see how it would be difficult to trust again.
Not that I’ve given her a choice.
My lips brush hers. “You’re mine, Sophie.”
She caresses my bearded cheek. “You’re mine. And all the women in this club house hate me because of it.” Her tongue glides across my lips.
“I don’t care.” She smirks.
“It’s me you want to hold. It’s my pussy you want to eat. And it’s my pussy you have to fuck.”
My chest rises and falls at the truth leaving her gorgeous, pouty gold colored lips.
Still gripping her neck, I lower her to the table and suck her clit into my mouth.
“Oh, yes,” she mutters. “See how wet I get for you. Just for you, Mavis.”
Her fingers twist in my hair as I tongue fuck her greedy hole.
I step back and unbutton my shirt under her lust filled gaze.
My slacks and boxers are next to go. I don’t remove her dress because I love the way it looks against her mahogany skin tone. I palm her breast. “Put it in,” I order.
She slides her hand up and down my shaft before pushing the head into her tight pussy.
“Fuck,” I grunt, as I grip one of her thighs and slam into her.
“Soon, I want to learn you’re carrying my baby.”
“Me too.” She smiles swept up in our intense fucking.
With each thrust the table slams into the wall. Now everyone knows I’m fucking my OL’ Lady.
“You’ve got me all bloody,” she purrs.
“Don’t worry we’ll get cleaned up,” I say as I plunge into her again and again.
I grab her neck and lean in as I fuck her mercilessly. “Your pussy will be sore tomorrow for that fuckers hand being on your thigh.”
“Mavis, baby,” she moans.
“Be a good girl while I’m away, Sophie.”
She pokes her lip out. “But I’m not a good girl,” she mutters as she rotates her hips.
“I’m a bag girl, Mavis.”
Fuck, this woman is destroying me from the inside out.
“Shit,” I growl. “I’m coming, baby.”
My hand tightens around her throat as our mouths crash together. I slam into her over and over, the wet sound of our bodies smacking filling the room.
“Mavis,” she moans, breath hitching. “Fill my pussy with your cum.”
Her voice breaks under the pressure of my grip, and I still inside her as thick spurts of cum paint her walls. I release her throat and bite her lower lip, our foreheads pressed together, panting—still locked together.
“My ass hurts,” she mutters, catching her breath.
I smirk. “Good. Let today be a lesson.”
She scowls, wincing as I slide out of her.
“Come on.” I palm her ass. “Shower time.”
Sophie slips off the table, smoothing her wild hair with one hand. “Everyone’s gonna know what we just did. Especially with your cum running down my leg.”
And?” I growl, dragging on a pair of gray joggers.
She rolls her eyes, shaking her head.
I toss her one of my clean tees. “Put that on after.”
I crack the door and gesture for her to head out. As soon as we step into the hall, all eyes snap to us. Applause breaks out. My brothers raise their drinks in salute, clapping and hollering.
“Atta boy, Ruthless!”
“Good job, brother!”
I pull Sophie close and shoot a warning glare to the room. “Let this be a reminder—anyone talks to my OL’ Lady again, they’ll be learning the hard way.”
“We hear you, brother,” a few say one after another.
I nudge Sophie toward the bathroom.
“And while we clean up,” I murmur darkly, “I’m gonna fuck that tight little cunt again.”
She throws a wicked smirk over her shoulder. “Yes, daddy. Please.”
Shit, I’m in love.