“You knew I was piss and vinegar when you married me, Bernie.” Victor puts his big palm on my waist and yanks me close to him. I can feel his cock, straining against his pants, nice and thick and ready for me. “And I’m not budging on this shit. I get the first baby.”
“Jesus Christ, Victor,” I growl, but when I go to slap him, he snatches my wrist and slams my hand into the wall just hard enough to make me cry out. He looks fucking feral right now. His eyes blaze with possessive need when he looks down at me as I struggle to extract my hand from his grip. Holy shit, his grip strength is off the charts. “I don’t want any kids right now; I have Heather to think about. Shit, until recently, I wasn’t even sure if I was going to live to see my twenties, let alone any decade beyond that. Don’t ask me to think about babies right now.”
“So, yes on the pills?” he clarifies, grabbing my other arm when I try to shove him back and pinning that, too. “Look me in the face, Bernadette, and tell me you’ve been taking the pills.”
“I’ve been taking them!” I scream in his face, my breathing hard and fast. I am pissed now. If Vic wanted me worked up for the drive-by, well, he’s succeeded. “Not that it’s any of your fucking business; it’s my body. I choose what I grow in it and when and how and if.”
“Maybe,” Victor says, which seriously makes me want to strangle him, “but in any good wolf pack, the female watches the females; the male watches the males. I won’t allow any of the males in my pack to give you a baby until I’ve done it. Do you hear me?”
“Let. Go. Of. Me.” My lip curls up in a snarl as Victor releases me, and I slap him in the face. He rubs his hand over his cheek and grins. “By the way, I respected your wishes at the beach, and I didn’t technically fuck anyone else. Hael and I did, however, masturbate in that fucking Ferrari together. And I don’t regret a second of my hard-won orgasm.” Victor’s teeth clench together, and he looks at me like he reciprocates my feelings of rage. Tit for tat, baby. “And oh god, was it good.” I rub my palm down the front of my body, cupping my pussy through the leather pants and giving my kitty-cat a squeeze. “I came so fucking hard, made that pretty leather seat all wet.”
Victor grabs me by the wrists again and yanks me into him, seething with a hot, unruly rage.
“I’m either going to fuck you right now, or I’m going to kill Hael. You pick.”
“Where’s my crown, Vic? You promised me that. I’m your queen, remember? Start treating me like one.”
“Oh, wife, you have no idea how good I’m gonna give it to you,” he growls back at me, pulling me forward and shoving me over the desk. I can’t hold back my groan as he cups my pussy from behind and squeezes it so hard that I end up wiggling against him. “You want me to treat you like a queen?” he asks, giving a sarcastic laugh. “Well, I’m about to make you come so hard you forget your own fucking name.” I can hear Victor unzip his jeans, and I curl my fingers against the sides of the desk in anticipation. “Hold still,” he commands, voice darkening.
Vic reaches his fingers under the waistband of my pants, and I feel something cool touch my skin. Glancing back, I see that he has a knife in his goddamn hands.
“Victor!” I choke out, but it’s too late. He cuts my pants right down the middle, from the waistband all the way to the crotch, tossing the knife aside and then tearing the fabric apart.
“Let your king show you how it’s done,” he says, and I feel the hot heat of his cock as he teases my folds with it. “I’ll make you forget all about Hael Harbin.” Victor shoves deep inside of me at the same time he grabs my hair and yanks my head back. My hands dig into the sides of the desk as he slams me into it with his hips, hard and fast and desperate.
I feel like I’m being marked.
“Stop that,” I growl, but he just laughs at me again because he knows I’m not serious.
“Call me your king, and maybe I’ll go easy on you?” He sighs as he pumps into me, giving into that wild frenzy that we both enjoy so much. I saw a ton of sex toys in a duffel bag at the hotel, but Vic never offered to try them out with me. He’s too obsessive right now. Maybe later though, I think as his hips hit my ass, and I moan uncontrollably.
I’m sure aaallll the boys can hear me right now.
Victor punishes me with his cock, causing the desk to slide the last few feet across the floor and slam into the wall. At that point, there’s no give, and I’m just drowning in sensation. I can barely breathe since he’s filling me up so good.
The climax sneaks up on me but seems to flutter just out of reach. Like, I want my clit touched now.
“Vic.” It’s the only sound I can make. His motherfucking name. “I hate you so good.”
“Too bad. I love you too much to let you go.” Victor slides out of me and then pulls me back with my hair, turning me around and lifting me onto the desk. One of my arms goes around his neck, the other slides between us to find my clit. He pumps into me as I rub myself into a frenzy, the feeling of my climax coming back twice as fierce as it was before. Oh, god, this is gonna be good …
“Mine.” Victor reaches between us and takes my wrist, stopping me from finishing myself. He pushes me back so that I’m lying flat on the desk, licks his pretty fingers and takes over my clit. At the same time, he keeps fucking me, leaving my hands free to push my shirt up so I can grab my own boobs. If only one of the other boys was here to take over this duty for me.
Group sex.
I want some of that. I just … need to figure out how to get Vic onboard with it.
My fingers knead my breasts as Vic finds the magic spot on my clitoris and uses my body’s natural lube to rub me just right. His cock stirs up that beautiful friction, and I just lose it. My back arches up off the table as a ragged groan rips from my throat, making my lids flutter, my body pulse.
“Oh, yeah, tell me who the king is,” Vic groans, pumping into me a few more times before he pulls out and comes all the fuck over me. Hot seed covers my belly and the cups of my lacy bra as I lie there and pant beneath him. Not sure that I could move if I wanted to right now.
“You piece of shit,” I whisper, but my muscles are jelly, and I couldn’t sit up if I wanted to. Vic leans over me, smirking like the cat who’s got the cream.
“I’m going to get you some fresh clothes,” he says, sliding his pack of cigarettes out of his back pocket while they’re still hanging off his ass. “And then we’re going to tell those other assholes that we talked, and that I’ll allow you to fuck them.”
“You what?” I ask, trying and failing to sit up. I just … need a minute. Shit, he’s a fucking piece of work, but I love his ass more than is rational or even sane. “Seriously?”
“Mm.” Vic is still inside of me, his palm still on my belly. “But they aren’t going to get you pregnant. The deal is, you keep taking the pills. When we’re ready for kids, I get your womb first. It belongs to me.”
“Get the fuck off of me,” I growl, and he finally steps back with a laugh, watching me struggle to sit up and smirking, like he’s enjoying the fruits of his labors. “My womb belongs to me, you primal prick.” Victor just chuckles again and fixes his own pants.
“Yes, my queen,” he says, but not at all sincerely. And he wants to put a gun in my hand tonight? Huh. Not a very smart choice, if you ask me. “We have black sweatpants and hoodies for our little excursion tonight. One sec.” He points behind me, pulling the cigarette from his mouth with his other hand. “There’s a bathroom right in there, so you can get cleaned up.”
“I wish you the worst,” I growl at him, making a face as I look down at my breasts and my ruined pants. “And you owe me a shopping trip; these were my favorite pants.”
“Nothing less for my wife,” Vic agrees, winking at me before he exits the room, and I get up to pee. The very last thing I need is a UTI, and I’m seriously prone to them. If I have too much soda, I’ll get one. Add in dirty sex with a bunch of assholes? I’m not all about needing antibiotics, thank you.
Victor reappears shortly after, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the doorjamb while he watches me wipe myself down.
“Need help with your tits?” he asks, and I elbow him as hard as I can in the stomach. He grunts, but that’s about it. Doesn’t even double over. “Here.” Victor hands me a duffel bag, and I set it on the toilet, pulling out black sweatpants and a hoodie, as promised. No bra or panties, but I’ll live.
Once I’m dressed, I put my hair into a loose pony and shove my ruined clothes into the bag to take with us. Victor waits for me by the office door, lighting up yet another cigarette. Chain-smoking again. Means he’s nervous as shit.
He shoves open the door and saunters out of there with every ounce of cockiness inside his DNA.
“Listen up,” he calls out as Oscar moves up to the open garage door to await his boss’ orders. Cal, Aaron, and Hael are still in the corner, gossiping and smoking. “Bernie and I just had a chat.” He holds up a hand and ticks off a finger. “First, no babies. That’s my job. Second, I’m not a referee. Work on your own crap.”
“What the fuck are you trying to say?” Aaron asks, blinking at Vic like he can’t quite believe this is happening.
“I’m saying: you can decide what the term Havoc Girl means to you. I won’t stop you.” Victor pauses and shakes his head, raking his fingers through his purple hair. “Don’t ever tell me I never did anything nice for you,” he murmurs, cigarette hanging from his lips as he lets his dark gaze pan across the other Havoc boys. It’s embarrassing as fuck, since I happen to be standing there with that I just got my brains banged out look going on. “I am Bernadette’s husband. But I’m also the middle letter of Havoc. You know I choose our family every time.” He holds up his hand and gestures loosely with inked fingers. “Figure your relationships out on your own time; just don’t let them interfere with mine.”