Dancing with the Devil (Ravens Ruin MC 3)

Her head snaps back, and I know why she’s baffled. I’ve had this woman in every way imaginable. Her blood has flowed over the blade of my knife more times than I can count, and each and every time she begged me for more. A couple weeks ago, I was seriously considering making her my old lady, or choosing her to entertain me exclusively. Things changed when I saw Kaci lying in that bed covered in blood. I can’t explain why, but an immediate connection was formed, and I’m just as confused by it.

“You’re wasting your time,” I tell the girl vying for Briar’s attention. “Briar doesn’t—”

“Hey, doll,” he slurs as he pats his lap.

“Well then.” Surprise and anger fill my voice as I watch the brunette take the proffered seat, and when Briar grins at me, it takes everything I have not to stab him in the neck. Acting this way now is getting him closer and fucking closer to a visit to the basement.

“I thought he didn’t—” Holding up my hand to silence her, I continue to glare at my brother’s best friend. VP or not, he’s going to be in a world of hurt if he doesn’t get that girl off him.

“Can I suck your dick?” I hear the brunette ask.

All of my focus is on him and this new girl. I’m waiting for him to tell her yes, but the words don’t come. His only saving grace is the sour look on his face as she wiggles her hips. He must be trying to prove a point, either to himself or to me. The fact that he might be letting this shit happen, so I don’t get suspicious about him and Molly calms my racing heart a little.

Being the asshole that I am, I pull my phone from my pocket and snap a picture of the girl on his lap. If he’s doing this to prove a point, either to my little sister, or to me, having proof of his indiscretion isn’t a bad idea.

“What are you doing?” The strain and fear in Briar’s voice make a wide smile spread across my lips, and I full out laugh when I see him push her a little to get her off his lap. She doesn’t budge, but I commend his effort.

“I’m documenting your return to manhood.” My words are sugary sweet, but I know he can read the look on my face, and it clearly says take this any further, and you won’t have to worry about the celibacy vow because you won’t have a dick to fuck with.

“I’m next,” Legs says.

“Better find someone else to fuck tonight, doll.” I sneer down at Legs. “You won’t be getting a piece of me or a piece of him.”

Legs huffs but is smart enough not to throw an insult or argument as she stands and walks away.

The girl on Briar’s lap says some stupid bullshit, playing the innocent card, and I snort a humorless laugh. The girl can’t play virginal when the first thing she said to the man was offering her mouth to be fucked. At the same rate he pulls in air to his lungs, he tilts that whiskey bottle to his lips. At the rate he’s going he won’t have to worry about making a decision. The alcohol will render his cock useless.

Just as I expected to happen, ten minutes later he’s passed out, head laid back on the sofa and soft snores coming from his parted lips.

“Oh shit,” Ronan spits when the front door slams shut.

My eyes snap from my sister, to the girl licking Briar’s neck, and back to my sister again.

“Hey, Princess.”

After noticing the girl on Briar’s lap, my sister glares at me as if she’s expecting me to do something.

“You aren’t the only one who knows how to handle a knife, big brother, but I won’t be as disciplined or discerning as you.” Another smile spreads across my face. People underestimate Molly because she’s so tiny, but they fail to realize she was raised in the brutality of this club just like Lynch and me. She can handle herself, and I have no doubt she means business when she takes a half step toward the girl still attached to Briar’s neck.

“You can’t ruin the man’s good time,” I tease as her cheeks redden.

“Oh fuck.” Ronan must see the angry tremble in her fists because he shoves the chick getting ready to suck his dick away and stands to cross the room. “Hey, honey?”

The newest patched member to the club circles his arms around the brunette’s waist, and I flinch when Briar doesn’t move. He’s so fucking drunk he doesn’t even realize the chick was there. My gut clenches because I beat the shit out of three guys the other night for doing this exact same shit to Kaci. The double standard hits me in the face a little too late. Jesus, I’m just like that asshole who didn’t say anything when those two fucks were assaulting my girl.