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Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead…The questions pile up. Who killed him? Where is he? Why him and not Legacy? Bile rolls up my throat, making me choke and rip my face away.
My belly clenches, and I dry heave over and over—but no one notices, not even my fucking boyfriend.
Dizziness overwhelms my senses, and my eyes roll. It’s all too much. My fingers grab onto Legacy’s cut; grasping the cool leather in my angry fists, I shove hard against him. But he’s completely immovable, mindless in his determination to make me his Ol’ Lady.
He rubs my pussy through my pants, but the sensation is more irritating than enjoyable. Wriggling back and forth, I rub against the harsh grain of the wooden table below me and reach out to grab his wrists.
“Stop. This is happening,” he snaps at me, and a shiver courses through me. Where the hell is my sweet man?
My hands fall back onto the table, and I’m surprised by the feel of smooth leather instead of rough-grained wood. The material slides below me, wet and sticky, and my eyes widen at the sight of my palms smeared with red. What the…
He shreds my leggings, tearing a hole through the thin material to get at my pussy. My panties are roughly shoved aside, and his fingers slide against my core, finding me as dry as the desert. Eyes singe me, and I can feel all the brothers watching, the room vibrating with amusement at the spectacle before them
“Come on, baby, I need you wet for me. Don’t want to hurt you,” he grunts softly in my ear, probing relentlessly at my opening and flicking my clit with his talented fingers. Despite my tumultuous emotions, my body responds. My nipples pucker under the thin material of my tank.
Legacy’s eyes drop to where they are pressing against my shirt, sharp little points against the black material. “Good girl. When this is over, I’m gonna take you home and treat you so good. Keep you comin’ for days,” he rasps, bringing his mouth down to suck on the sensitive skin of my neck. My eyes tumble closed, and I do my best to let his loving touch take me away from here. Away from the MC, and the eyes staring at me.
My core heats, and arousal slowly slickens between my legs. The second he feels it, Legacy drops his hand, and the sound of a zipper opening reaches me. This is really happening. Taking a gulp, my body tenses, but I keep my eyes shut so tightly that my face scrunches and tension pulses in my temples. Trembling overtakes my limbs as his velvety tip slides between my folds. He’s hot, hard and so thick, and for the first time in my whole life, my brain recoils at the thought of him inside me even as pleasure builds low in my belly.
“Fuck, boy. This is some bullshit. You know that’s not how you claim an Ol’ Lady,” Pirate’s gravelly voice slices through me. A glint catches my eye. The light shines off Pirate’s ruby-topped dagger as it descends.
A strangled cry escapes my lips. “No! Don’t!” I scream just as it tears through my shirt, cutting effortlessly through the side. Wolf appears with a snarling, toothy grin, before pulling the ruined garment from my body.
The room erupts in a fit of cheers and jeers, while humiliation burns my skin, scorching my insides and fueling my rage. I may be helpless now–but I won’t always be.
And these fuckers better watch out.
A ripping sound hits my ear moments before a burning sensation glides along my thigh and my leggings disappear in the same manner as my shirt.
“You assholes,” I cry, grabbing for the thin material that floats away like the fluff on a dandelion. Rough hands come at me, digging into the flesh of my leg, touching anywhere they can, and I twist and turn. Lashing out at anything that makes contact.
“You can’t touch her. I’m claimin’ her,” Legacy roars, swatting the others away before gripping my hips punishingly. His eyes are so dark. The pupils dilate, and his nose flares wide like a bull about to rampage.
“Now you know that’s not true, son,” Pirate laughs darkly. “Titled brothers can touch all they want. They just can’t fuck her without your permission. But if you don’t give us a proper show, I think I’ll claim her as club property instead.”
In a stunning move that sends the air whooshing from my lungs, Pirate lithely leaps onto the table, grabbing my shoulders and slamming them down on the leather. His hands wander to my breasts, pulling the nipples hard enough that tears form in my eyes. Gasping painfully, I wriggle back and forth, scraping my back when the material slides away, completely helpless.
Pinned beneath the king of the MC, his spawn between my spread thighs. Nowhere to go. On display, with nowhere to hide.
“Cut it out, Trinity,” Legacy snaps harshly, slapping my leg. The sting makes me cry out, unused to this side of him. “You want to be mine? Prove it.” Once Legacy takes over, Pirate slides backward, finally letting go with a grunt at his son.
Legacy’s eyes lock on mine, the predator freezing its unwilling prey. Do I want to be his? Do I want this life? The questions are enough to give me pause. And for a moment, I wonder.
Being with Legacy has always been everything to me. I love you for always. His presence brings me such joy, even when things are rough. But right now, he’s not Legacy. He’s something else entirely.
His fingers find my core once more, snapping my panties in a single pull. The move sets me on edge. I want to be turned off, but my pussy pulses. Bending forward, he brings his face toward my heating cunt, and I bite my lip, preparing for his talented tongue. This room of fucking pigs doesn’t deserve my fear, and they certainly don’t deserve to hear my pleasure.
He hovers over me, then spits. What the fuck? Opening my pussy with his thumbs, he does it again. The warm liquid splatters on my clit and drips down my folds. My eyes pop open, meeting Pirate’s before skating over to Wolf, who’s licking his lips.
“Look at me,” Legacy hisses, pressing his thick tip to my entrance. “Watch me as I make you mine.” One of his hands comes up to stroke my clit while the other reaches forward, circling my throat. Pleasure rises to the surface, and I can’t look away. My nipples pucker, and my belly tightens against the onslaught. I want to fight, but arousal seeps between my legs, flooding my pussy. My walls ripple, stretching as he breaches me.
In that moment, the room fades, and Legacy’s face is all I can see. His beautiful golden eyes are dark with desire. Rolling my clit roughly, he wastes no time slamming his cock in with a single thrust. I arch up off the table with a wild cry.
“Noooooo…”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
LEGACY
