Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 138588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Before he found a way to kill his brother and end the threat.
It might be a better plan than sacrificing himself. If he killed them all, she would be safe.
Wyatt unbuckled his belt.
He wasn’t going anywhere. Not for the rest of the night.
Tomorrow he would figure out how far he would need to go to save them all.
Chapter Twelve
Sabrina knew she’d won this battle the minute she heard the clink of Wyatt’s belt hitting the floor.
She also knew damn well the war wasn’t over because she’d seen the look in his eyes. She rather thought Sawyer had made his decision and would be grumbly but steadfast.
Wyatt was still thinking about how to sacrifice himself, and she had to ensure it didn’t happen.
Tonight it would be easy because he would be focused on torturing her in the sweetest way.
She held her position, hands flat on the rail of the bar.
“You ever spanked a woman?” Sawyer asked.
Sabrina wanted to know the answer. She turned slightly and saw a gorgeous Sawyer frowning her way.
“You, eyes front,” he ordered in a deep tone. “Your sass is not required.”
But her sass was exactly why she was here in the first place. Still, she knew she’d pushed both men far beyond their normal boundaries for the evening. They were overstimulated and needed a safe space to deal with all the emotions of the night.
And apparently their safe space was her ass.
“Yeah,” Wyatt replied. “There was this… Well, we shouldn’t go into it around Sabrina.”
“There was a woman?” She wasn’t good at staying quiet. “I don’t mind you talking about your past relationships. I had one boyfriend who said he was into spanking, and I got excited until I realized he wanted me to spank him. Not that there’s anything…”
A hard hand came down on her ass, the force shoving her forward. She had to balance to stay on her feet.
“Absolutely not,” Sawyer announced, his hand still on her cheeks. The other found the nape of her neck. “You will be still and take what we give you. You’ve misbehaved all fucking night long, and don’t tell me you didn’t know. You knew damn well I wanted you safe.”
“I made myself very plain,” Wyatt added.
He was wrong. “No, you lied to me and hurt my heart and wouldn’t allow me to serve my primary function in this relationship which is to stand beside you and care about you. So I had to go to a secondary function which is kicking the ass of anyone who’s trying to hurt my man.”
“Not helping your case,” Sawyer grumbled. “And you didn’t kick them. You stunned them. There’s a difference.”
“I’m only trying to say Wyatt’s past doesn’t bother me.” She needed to make it plain. “Neither his past with the MC he grew up in nor his past relationships.”
“Relationships?”
Sabrina knew she’d miscalculated when she heard the arrogant tone come out of Wyatt’s mouth. He was always sweet with her. She’d never heard him sound surly and mean, but here they were. He’d had a foot back in the world he’d tried to run from and it was affecting him. “I don’t care about your ex-girlfriends.”
Sawyer was busy pulling up the skirt she’d carefully donned for her date. It was a flowy thing, something she could dress up or down. This evening she’d taken off the cardigan she’d worn to school over a slightly fussy white blouse in exchange for a V-neck sweater that showed off the curves of her breasts. She’d also put on some lacy undies because she’d never planned for their date to end at Trio.
“I never had a girlfriend, Sabrina,” Wyatt continued as Sawyer shoved her skirt up, exposing her backside. “When I was fifteen my father assigned one of the club whores to rid me of my virginity.”
“What?” This wasn’t something Sabrina was going to sit idly by and listen to like it was a fun story of his youth. “He had someone rape you?”
Wyatt stopped. He’d moved into her line of sight. “Why would you think that? I was a teenaged boy.”
“Being a boy doesn’t mean you wanted it.”
Sawyer’s hand softened as he caressed her. “I’ve told him this, too. You have to understand we’re deprogramming all the crap they shoved into his head. I know. I’m usually the problem, but I was just born stubborn. My grandad would have killed anyone who tried to touch me against my will. It’s not the same for Wyatt.”
“My dad wanted to make sure I wasn’t something he didn’t want me to be,” Wyatt admitted. “But I don’t want to think about it tonight. To answer Sawyer’s question, yes, I have spanked a woman. Several of the club whores enjoyed bondage and kink, and I learned how to please them. Those relationships were perfectly consensual. Yes, Sabrina, we called them whores and they served the MC. They were women who thought they might become old ladies, but once you fucked every guy in the MC, that possibility was kind of gone. For the men I grew up with, there are two types of women. Wives and whores.”