Shielded Wrongs (Bellandi Crime Syndicate 4)

"It is such a pleasure to see a woman capable of enjoying the female body, is it not?" Rafe asked, halting his steps to glance over to the leather couches that lined the back of the main space. Separate from the seven stages strewn around the room, they were where customers typically brought girls when they paid for a lap dance.

I sighed when my eyes found Yavin's, amusement tinting his cheeks as he laughed his ass off. Sure enough, the woman sitting on the couch with another woman grinding her pussy all over her lap was Sadie.

Both the stripper and Sadie wore huge grins, Sadie's hands wandering in a way that men wouldn't be allowed in the public room when getting a dance. But the dancer didn't mind the attention, and even though Sadie was fully dressed, all the men in her vicinity turned to watch her as she drew back a hand and smacked the stripper's ass as she got a faceful of cleavage. "Fuck," I grunted, hanging my head for only a moment as I tried to calm my jealousy.

Man. Woman. It didn'

t matter to me. Other hands on my woman wouldn't be tolerated.

Storming over to the sofa and ignoring Rafe's sharp bark of laughter behind me, I glared at Yavin until he got the point. "I thought my instructions were very clear," I told Sadie.

"I'm fully clothed, and I haven't touched a pole, so I'd say they were clear, yes." She grinned up at me as the stripper spun on her lap, arching her back so that her head hung over Sadie's shoulder. A taller person would have a perfect view of her tits with her ass grinding on her lap, but Sadie was buried beneath her. "Crimson is teaching me how to give a lap dance," she said as the stripper in question leaned forward and circled her hips.

"She's touching you," I said. "That goes against my rules. Should I get a lap dance too?" Crossing my arms over my chest, I watched Sadie’s eyes flare with annoyance. Crimson seemed to get the picture, standing from her lap and accepting the roll of cash Sadie gave her before she scurried off.

"I don't know," Sadie whispered. "Are there male strippers here? Because I'd pay to see that."

"Baby Girl," I warned. "The only reason I'm not spanking your ass is because I knew from the get go that you were a little wild. I like you wild. I just want you wild with me." Her expression stilled as she studied me, something churning behind her honeyed gaze.

Shaking off the moment, Sadie stood from her seat slowly, her moves accentuated by the music pulsing as she crossed one foot in front of the other and made her way to me. Her hips rolled side to side with each step, mimicking the moves she'd undoubtedly observed with the dancers on stage. Her finger touched my chest, trailing over the suit jacket I'd slipped on before coming to the club. "So, it didn't turn you on to watch me touch her?" she asked, that finger making its way up to my neck to touch the bare skin she found there. Grasping her palm around the back of my neck, she tugged me down to her level so she could whisper in my ear. "Because it sure as fuck turned me on."

My dick twitched despite my jealousy. I'd never let another woman touch Sadie like that, but that didn't mean the thought of her getting turned on watching and touching other women wouldn't drive me crazy. She grabbed my hand, tugging me over to the sofa and pushing until I sat exactly where she'd been. "I think if another woman gave you a lap dance, I might have to tear her off you by the hair," she murmured, stepping back to look at me. "Is that how you feel at the gym when the guys touch me?"

I glared up at her, watching as she dropped slowly, swerving her hips from side to side in front of me. When she hit her knees to the floor, those dainty but calloused hands touched my knees. Shoving them open suddenly, she slid between them, rising until her legs straightened but her waist bent towards me. Leaning over me and giving me a line of vision down her shirt, the lacy smoky grey of her bra peeked out where it hugged her high, firm tits.

The illogical urge to tell her to stop stuck on my tongue, both hating and loving the fact that other men watched her little show. Knowing she was mine, with her attention fixed entirely on me. "Do you want me to stop?" she asked, spinning slowly and perching her tight little ass on my cock where it strained against my slacks, desperate to escape the confines of my pants and get inside her. Hands on my thighs, she rolled her hips around, gyrating against me and driving me insane with the temptation she built in me. "Because I think you like knowing that other men are wishing they were you right now," she whispered, turning and straddling my lap so she ground her pussy down on me. Cursing all the clothes between us, I reached up a hand and grabbed her around the back of the head until I pulled her face down into mine.

"You're going to regret this when I get you home," I murmured, nipping her bottom lip with my teeth. She giggled, looking thrilled with her successful torment. She thrived under the music and the excitement.

Sadie was not meant to be caged. She was meant to be wild and free, and I'd learn to tolerate those aspects of her personality as long as I was beside her when she got a case of recklessness in her veins. "Looking forward to it," she admitted with a sultry smile, touching her lips to mine softly.

Testing.

Sadie never initiated intimacy between us, always left that for me because of her hesitance to be open in our relationship. The moment her soft lips touched mine, I tugged her down harder. One hand in her hair and one at her hip, encouraging her pussy to grind down on my dick while I devoured her mouth like it would give me my last breath. Her hair fell in a curtain around us, blocking out the view of other patrons until Yavin cleared his throat pointedly.

When Sadie pulled away with a broad grin that wasn't the least bit sheepish, I knew without a doubt that I'd need to keep the two of them separated as much as possible. No good could come of them conspiring together.

"Sadie wants to go to fight night tomorrow," Yavin said, leaving little doubt to what they'd discussed. "I told her you hate fight night."

"I'll trade a lap dance for fight night," Sadie offered. "Seems like a fair trade."

"I already had a lap dance," I told her, my face twisting into an evil grin as I looked up at her. "I want something else."

"He wants me to suck his dick," Sadie whispered, leaning over to Yavin like I couldn't hear her. My fingers tightened on her hips, holding her steady.

"Not quite, Carina. I want you to meet my family."

The paling of her face was obvious even in the black lights of the cub.

Yavin's roar of laughter as he strolled back toward his office said everything there was to say about what Sadie thought of my deal. My commitment-phobe would meet my family, whether she agreed or not.

But she didn't need to know that.

19

Sadie

I paced about the living room, five steps in either direction as Enzo watched. He didn't comment on my obsessive counting or the taps against my thigh, but I knew he saw them. He knew what they were, and a few days prior the thought would have horrified me. Too distracted by my anxiety to care, I kept up my high-strung pacing. Rebel huffed out a heavy breath from her place on her bed, standing and stretching with a dramatic groan. Trotting over to me, she butted her big head against my hand, distracting me mid-count.