Wrapped in Chains - Nicola Jane Page 0,22

burying his face in his hands.

I have no words. I knew he was drunk last night, but I didn’t think he was so out of it that he wouldn’t remember what we did or how special it was. He reaches for his jeans and puts his hand in the back pocket. He pulls out a condom and then throws it across the room in anger. “Fuck!” he yells. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I pull the sheet over me, wrapping it tight across my chest. I suddenly feel vulnerable and my heart squeezes. “Shit, I need to speak to Riggs,” he announces, climbing from the bed. He doesn’t hide his nakedness as he pulls out his phone from his other pocket.

“Don’t,” I mutter weakly. I can’t imagine anything more embarrassing than my brother knowing what happened and how horrified Chains is. “We can just pretend it didn’t happen.”

“I just fucked my president’s little sister,” he yells. I wince as he spits each word. “If I don’t tell him and he finds out from someone else, he’ll rip my throat out with his bare hands.”

“No one knows,” I mutter. “No one was around.”

“It only takes one club whore to have seen us talking and gossip will fly around this place,” he snaps.

“Dolly was in your bed, but she was asleep. No one else saw a thing.”

Chains begins to pace. He’s thinking hard and then he nods. “Right, okay. I’ll go and see if she’s still there. Make her think I spent the night there.” He pulls on his jeans, leaving the buttons open. He heads for the door but pauses and turns back, swooping down to pick up the discarded condom. “I might need this,” he mutters, then proceeds to leave.

The pain in my heart is so much worse than the pain between my legs. I sink back into my pillow and let the tears fall. I’ll never forget the look on his face.

CHAINS

I carefully open the door and slip back into my room. Dolly is lying on her side with her back to me, still sleeping soundly. I push my jeans down my legs and step out of them. My body is running on pure adrenaline and the need to rectify what I did keeps me moving until I’m on the bed and snuggling into Dolly’s neck. I nip at her ear until she stirs. “Are you ready to play now?” She giggles sleepily. I feel sick to my stomach as she turns to face me, but I kiss her anyway.

“You betcha,” I mutter, taking my cock in my hand and willing it to get hard.

“Let me help with that.” She winks, climbing onto all fours. I lay on my back and she throws her leg over my chest. I have the perfect view of her ass and pussy as she sucks my cock into her mouth in the sixty-nine position.

I close my eyes and think of Leia. The way her tight pussy gripped my cock last night. The way her back arched with pleasure. I’ll take those memories to my grave and play them over and over to torture myself for the way I just treated her, but what she doesn’t know is that Cree saw. Whilst she slept in my arms, Cree came looking for me and found me with the club princess. The look in his eyes told me enough to know I’m screwed. I need to push Leia away. That’s my master plan. She can’t get any ideas about this going further. If I can convince Cree there’s nothing in it, that it was nothing more than sex, then maybe he’ll keep quiet. Not just for my sake, but for Leia’s too. There’s no way she’ll want the guys knowing about us.

I hand Dolly the condom and she expertly rips open the packet. It turns my stomach as she rolls it over my cock. Keeping her back to me, she lines it up with her willing pussy and slams down.

I lay still while Dolly fucks me, bouncing enthusiastically and moaning with pleasure. I see the bedroom door open slightly and catch Leia watching with red, swollen eyes. I grip Dolly by the waist and slam up into her like she’s everything I need in that moment. The door closes as Dolly orgasms, forcing my own orgasm out. I growl, though I’m not sure if it's with pleasure or pain.

I stare down at the black coffee Frankie handed to me. The dining room is alive with chatter and the