Dancing with the Devil (Ravens Ruin MC 3)

She’s going to be trouble.Chapter 34TJ

“That’s perfect,” I tell Ronan as we situate the cage in the middle of the living room.

“You actually think she’s going to like this?”

“She’ll learn to like it.”

“I can’t wait to see this shit play out.” Ronan slaps me on the back as he heads outside.

Several girls are already gyrating on the laps of some of the men, but Kaci isn’t out here yet, so I head in the direction of my room.

“You don’t even bother to look and see who’s at the door?” I ask when I walk in to find her with her back to me.

When she looks over her shoulder, her pouty, perfect fucking lips are a tangible tease to my dick even several feet away, I harden in an instant. “I figured it was either you or Kai.”

“Excuse me?” I hiss as she turns around.

She’s no longer in my clothes, but I can’t even be mad that her lithe body isn’t swimming in a pair of ratty sweats and the t-shirt I had every intention of ripping from her body. She's wearing a black bra that leaves nothing to the imagination. Just the sight of her nipples behind the floral-patterned lace makes my mouth water like a man who has been in the desert his entire life. As if that isn’t enough, I’m struck stupid by the matching garter belt and lace-topped thigh-high stockings.

“Like what you see?” The purr of her words is almost enough to make me forget what she’d said.

“Why wouldn’t it bother you if Kai came in here while you were standing there with your bare cunt in the breeze?” Jealousy isn’t an emotion I’m familiar with, and it’s clear in my tone of voice. Most women would cower, or rush to make excuses.

Not Kaci.

She merely stands there, seductively biting her bottom lip, eyes blinking innocently at me.

“I wasn’t going to borrow Velvet’s underwear. I don’t have many limits, but I just can’t wrap my head around wearing someone else’s panties.” She shudders as if tiny spiders are crawling across her skin with just the thought.

“Tell me about Kai,” I demand through gritted teeth.

“He thinks I’m your pet.”

I raise an eyebrow, and the fire she’s been missing in her eyes since I walked in here returns with the power of a sun flare.

“I’m no one’s pet,” she hisses.

Her words don’t faze me much. It’s hard to concentrate on anything when the pink of her pussy is an amazing stark contrast to the black lace circling her thighs.

“Is that so?” I stalk toward her, and just like I presumed, she holds her ground, stubborn jaw tensing as I draw near. “You don’t want to be owned?”

Her weight shifting marginally is the only thing that hints at her arousal.

“You don’t want to be pampered? Taken care of better than any other woman in this club?” I grip her chin in my hand, tilting her head back until the delicate flesh of her neck is exposed.

“I’m not a possession,” she breathes out on a harsh breath. “I can take care of myself.”

I nip at her neck, and she yelps at the pain, but is smart enough not to jerk out of my grasp. Her nipples are puckered, her breaths are rushing out, and she whimpers each time I lean in to put my mouth on her skin. If I back away or trail my finger down her slit, I know I’ll find her dripping down her thighs. I’m not scaring her; I’m seducing her.

“Did you not learn a thing in the basement? I expected a little resistance, but I didn’t think you’d revert to your old ways so quickly.” My mouth is a mere inch from her ear. “Do you need to be taught another lesson already?”

She moans exactly the way that makes my cock throb when I grip her chin tighter. Her eyes flutter close, and I wait for her to get mouthy again. Like the perfect specimen she is, she surprises me once again.

“Whatever you want, TJ,” she pants on a rushed exhale.

“You are a superb fucking being, Envy. Are you ready for your punishment?”

“P-punishment?” She attempts to move her head. I imagine to look me in the eye, but I hold firm, not quite ready to stop licking the pulse point in her neck that is firing like an overused piston.

“You’ve already forgotten?” I taunt with another nip to her jawline. “Maybe because you didn’t smell your sweet cunt on your finger, like I did every time I ran my hand over my face today.”

“Oh… that.” Her lips twitch with mirth, but she’s smart enough not to take it any further.

“Yeah, that.”

She squeals when I suddenly release her face and spin her around, forcing her to bend over the side of the bed. The five, rapid-fire swats I land on her bare ass echoes off the walls.