Burned (Devil's Blaze MC #3)(77)

“Me too,” Beast adds.

“Yeah, so am I,” Shaft speaks up.

“Shut up prospect, this is none of your concern. Patched in members get dibs always motherf*cker,” Beast grumbles. Shaft gives him the one fingered salute but wisely doesn’t argue further.

“She’s mine. It’s not even a question. The only question is what the f*ck you yahoos are doing here?”

“Sabre…”

“Hush it, Annie. We’ll discuss this after these idiots leave.”

“Sabre, that’s not being nice. I was feeding them dinner.”

“Yeah, Sabre. Peaches is feeding us dinner.”

“And that’s another f*cking thing. Why the hell are you *s calling her Peaches?”

“We’ve decided that’s her club name.”

“The f*ck you have,” I growl, mad as hell. Even if I was going to call her that, it was mine to name her.

“You snooze you lose, brother,” Torch says smoothly and that does it. That pushes me over the edge.

I walk to him and give him a punch in the gut. He sees it coming, so it’s not like he’s unprepared. In fact, he’s expecting it because I don’t even get to blink and he plants a fist into my jaw. I stagger backwards but manage to grab him by the shirt. I draw my fist back to mess up his pretty-boy smile when I’m blindsided by a broom. It slams me on the side of the face; the straw bristles poking into the skin. I step back to figure out what the f*ck just happened, and that’s when I see Annie holding the broom and those beautiful blue eyes pointing daggers at me.

“Stop hurting Torch! I won’t stand for fighting in my house. Now, if you’d like to eat…”

Stop hurting Torch? She won’t stand? The men are laughing in the background, but I don’t take the time to give them the beat down they deserve. I grab the broom and throw the damn thing across the room. I hear it bang against something, but I don’t turn around to see what. I grab Annie under her legs, throw her over my shoulder, and stomp in the direction of the hallway I saw when I came in.

“Stop it! What are you doing? Where are you going?”

“Bedroom. Where’s your f*cking bedroom, Annie?”

“What? You can’t be serious. I demand you put me down right now! Sabre…”

She drones on, but I tune her out. I open the first door I come to and it’s a bathroom. The second seems to be her bedroom. It’s got dark brown walls and a dark purple cover on the bed, with lighter purple throw pillows. The curtains on the one large window are purple and the bed is a rich cherry color and huge. A f*cking king-size, four-poster bed draped in silk and it all looks like it was made to f*ck in. My Annie is full of surprises. Here I was expecting yellow daisies everywhere and a room so bright it would make my eyes hurt.

I stomp over to the bed and throw Annie down on it. She struggles to prop herself up on her elbows.

“I don’t think…”

“Shut it, Annie, and roll over,” I growl at her, taking my favorite knife out of the holster on my side.

Her eyes grow wide in fear and she rolls over. There are tears in her eyes, and I’m enough of a bastard that my cock gets even harder at the sight. She rolls over and that perfectly plump, round ass stares as me, and I want to jerk off right then and there. This isn’t about me, though. Annie doesn’t realize that she’s mine. I’m about to give her lesson number one.

I place a knee on the bed and stretch out alongside her. I want her naked, but I’ll do that tonight. For now, I just need one part of her naked. I move my hand along her thigh, smiling at how she jumps under my touch. I slowly move my hand up to capture her ass and massage one of the cheeks, loving the way the juicy flesh rolls in my hand.

“Sabre, don’t hurt me…”

You can tell she’s full of fear and her voice betrays her unshed tears and physical strain. That shouldn’t turn me the f*ck on, but it does. I reach and pull the clasp out of her hair and smile as the white gold falls over her back and onto the silky cover we’re lying on. I pull her hair, not like I want to—not like I will. I apply just enough pressure so she can feel the sting and then I move it away from her ear.

“I’ll never hurt you, Annie. In fact, if you ever feel like I am, all you have to say to get me to stop is ketchup.”

“Ketchup?” She asks, her voice small.

“That’s it, but you can only use that word if you think I’m actually going to hurt you. Using it any other time? That will cause problems. Do you understand, Annie?”

“Yes…” her voice squeaks out. It might be because my hand has moved under her pants now. She’s so soft and warm, and I hate the panties she has on, even without looking at them.

“Now, what’s your safe word?”

“Ketchup?” she asks, and I can’t stop the grin that spreads on my face.

“That’s it. Now, Annie, did you know that what you just did in front of my men was disrespectful?”

“What? How? You were hurting Torch, and I…”

I sigh heavily, sounding upset. In truth, I’m enjoying the hell out of this. Sweet Annie is going to be fun to teach.

I pull away from her. I take my forgotten knife and place it on her pants, using my hand to pull it away from her body and provide tension. Then I slide down the leg, easily separating the cloth.