He turns to move up the steps as I wriggle, trying to get free. When he slaps his hand down hard over the rump of my ass, I promise certain death. By the time he drags me inside with the others following behind, I’ve mentally killed him a hundred different ways.
I curse him out while lifting my head and scanning the room around us to find it full of leather-wearing bikers. And every single eye is on me.
“Erm… hi, how you doing?” I question, then squeal when my ass is slapped again.
“You’d better sleep with one open eye, you motherfucker,” I swear, promising retribution as Bates carries me toward the back of the room and up onto a dais of some kind where there are three tall hardback wooden chairs that look kind of like—
“Thrones? Seriously? I guess I wasn’t too far off with the princess comment, huh?” I ask with a smirk before I find myself upright again, staring into his angry face. He places me on my feet before spinning me around to face the sea of people watching us with interest.
Bates holds me tight to his chest as Saint and Priest step up and stand on either side of us.
“Carnage,” Priest yells over the noise of the crowd, “meet our old lady.”
They all yell out their praise, so I turn my head to see who they are talking about, pausing when I look up and see Bates’s shit-eating grin.
“Oh, hell, no.”
Chapter Thirteen
Bates
She squirms against me, but all that does is make my dick hard. I’ll admit I wasn’t interested in taking an old lady. I meant what I said about it taking someone special to knock me on my ass.
Do I think this pint-sized sexy ass woman in my arms is the one? Fuck knows, but I’ll have fun trying to break her.
She stares up at me with hate-filled eyes, but that only fuels my need to make her submit to me. I want her on her knees, looking up at me as I fuck her throat. Oh, this is going to be fun.
“Keep struggling, kitten. It turns me on,” I whisper in her ear, pushing my dick against her ass so she doesn’t doubt my words.
I bend down as she turns her head so our lips are only an inch apart.
“Be careful, princess, this kitten has claws,” she warns before facing forward again and going still. I don’t loosen my hold, not for a second. I know the minute I do, she’ll be gone.
I wait for Priest to finish talking before saying anything, enjoying the feel of her soft curvy figure pinned against mine. When everyone returns to what they were doing before we interrupted, both Saint and Priest turn to face the woman in my arms. I let her go and she whirls so she can face us all.
“You’ll be moving in—” Priest starts, but she speaks over him.
“Nope.” She shakes her head, but Priest just smiles, loving a challenge as much as I do.
“We have plenty of time to get to know each other better,” he adds as if she never spoke.
“I’m sorry, Priest, is it?” she asks, shaking her head. “Either you need to turn up the batteries in your hearing aid, or you need an interpreter because clearly, you are not hearing what I’m saying. I AM NOT YOUR OLD LADY,” she yells while signing. Only, she clearly doesn’t know sign language at all, so her hands are just flailing dramatically.
Not that I care because it makes her tits bounce nicely. Yeah, I can definitely get on board with this.
Priest steps forward and leans down over her, but she doesn’t cower under his glare. She straightens her shoulders and tips her head back.
“You walked onto the Carnage compound and hit one of our presidents. If you were a man, you’d be dead now,” he says quietly.
She laughs in his face, making me question her sanity. See, Priest might have more patience than me, but he has a wicked temper. He got the nickname Priest because people who get on his wrong side tend to end up needing their last rites given to them.
“If I were a man, you wouldn’t be trying to turn me into your little sex slave.” She turns her head toward Saint, who is looking at his feet, smiling. “I’m going to add shithead MC presidents to our list, no offense. You seem like a nice guy who definitely doesn’t have a micro peen, but your