Their Queenpin (The Ridge MC #6)

Chapter 16Sas

Chapter Sixteen

Sas

“Where the fuck are you taking me now?” I grumbled at the fat officer ushering me down the hallway in cuffs. We were in a totally different area of the detention center than any I had seen so far.

The motherfucker snorted. “Somehow you qualify for family time .”

“I should have qualified at the first time I saw my wife.” When would they get it through their thick skulls that I was not guilty? At least not of this crime.

The officer gave me a jerk, sending pain shooting through my shoulder. “Watch it. Or I will conveniently make sure you never make it to the family visitation area.”

I chewed the inside of my lip. Conjuring up a way to taunt him further without provoking him enough that he won’t let me see Adelina. I steered the conversation toward my cellmate. This cop wasn’t the one who brought in Miguel. But he had to have known something about him.

“Hey. Tell me about my new roomie,” I said.

The cop stopped at a door without a window, a different room from when I had spoken with Adelina before. And Melanie.

He jangled the keys and slipped one into the lock.

“Picked up for a DUI. Don’t know much more than that. But I don’t think he’ll be there by the time you make it back. He’s got court this afternoon, and it looks like he’ll be getting free, unlike some other fuckers we know.” He pulled open the door and shoved me inside.

I stumbled into the room. “Isn’t there something on the books about prisoner abuse?”

Scanning the space, I saw a quaint seating area and a table and two chairs. The ironic part was there were no mirrors. No windows to the outside, no bugs. No speakers. Only a little sitting area and a table. And a digital clock on the wall.

The clock didn’t tell the time. But all the numbers were set to 0.

Officer Numb Nuts closed the door behind him and locked us both inside, using the key. Apparently, I wasn’t getting out even if I wanted to try an escape.

“Your wife will be here in a few minutes. We’ll set that timer.” He jutted his chin to the digital clock on the wall—more like a basketball clock than a real clock. “You get exactly fifty minutes. Gives us passing time for the next prisoner who will see his family. A more deserving one, I’m sure.”

“You’re gonna take the cuffs off at least?”

Numb Nuts quirked a brow. “When the buzzer goes off to let me know your visitor is ready, I will remove the cuffs and leave you in here. Now sit your ass down and wait.”

I didn’t have my ass in the chair before the buzzer outside went off.

The officer growled at me as he opened the door, allowing Adelina inside.

I didn’t look at her immediately. I didn’t want to see the freedom that she wore in her skin and in the clothes that she chose. I wanted to be out there with her, owning her, possessing her.

Fucking her until she couldn’t walk straight. Whatever the fuck landed me in this jail also kept me away from my wife. A wife who—while marriage was the last thing I wanted—was the sexiest damn thing alive. Something broke inside me after all her standing up to me, and now, there wasn’t a chance in hell I’d let her go.

The cop gave me one more sneer before he left.

The door closed behind Adelina. And the lock snicked into place.

Finally, I tore my eyes away from the legal pad sitting on the table and looked up at my young wife. Twelve years younger than me, she flaunted her youth in the baby-doll dress she wore today.

The cream color with the delicate yellow flowers and green leaves did things to me. Made my mouth water, cock fill, and fingers curl to rip it from her body. The frilly thing was too innocent for her. Too innocent for me. And sure as shit too sweet-looking for everything we were.

“Sas?” she breathed.

I didn’t say a word as I kicked the chair out of my way, stood up, and rushed for her. When I reached her, my hand came around her throat, needing to feel her swallow, to have her pulse under my thumb. I was angry at the whole fucking situation, at her, at my new cellmate, Miguel, at my brothers, at everyone that had even the slightest part in my presence here.

But most of all, I was pissed the fuck off at myself.

Too bad Adelina had to be the one I was going to take it out on.

Her hands came up to grab my wrists and her eyes went wide. Her doe eyes terrified as prey faced predator. I’m sure she would love to run and damn would I love to chase her.

But because we were locked in a small room, we would have to get creative. At least my hands were free. And we could do whatever we wanted for the next forty-eight minutes.

No cameras to see. Hell, even if there were cameras present, I wouldn’t mind fucking her on film. As long as I got a copy of that footage for my own private library.

I also wouldn’t mind humiliating her. And then giving her all the pleasure possible as a reward for her being a good fucking little slut.

I brought my lips down on hers, hard, in a bruising, punishing kiss. If I could consume her right here and right now, I would. Instead, I punished her lips, taking everything from the kiss that she was reciprocating so ferociously.

Fuck, this little girl was made for me.

We entered a battle, just the two of us. And I raked my teeth over her bottom lip. Then, she bit down on my tongue. I pulled back and narrowed my eyes at her, but her look only challenged me to press her harder.

I crashed my lips to hers again, tasting copper. Not knowing whose blood it was, hers or mine. Not caring either.

Backing off, I noticed a drop of blood blending with her red lips and licked it off, the taste rich and slightly metallic. And the sensation of her blood on my tongue made my cock twitch.

Between heavy breaths, I said. “How did you make this happen? You. Here.”

“My father. His capos.”

I squeezed her neck as her eyes went wider. “I don’t want your father helping me.”

“This. Was me.” Her voice was strained through her struggle to breathe around my grip. “I forced his hand.” Her fingernails dug at the back of my hand, clawing up and trying to pull away my fingers from her neck. “I made him arrange this.”

I searched her eyes and found truth. “You? Arranged to see me in private?”

“I didn’t get the fuck you promised me after making my pussy quiver all the way down the aisle. And making me come in front of everyone and their brother.”

That brought a smile to my lips. I had to admire her spunk, and that this bratty little princess was rising higher than her station. Would she go against Daddy-dearest on my behalf too?

“Sas, I...” The words fell silent on her tongue.

“What’s the matter, princess? Afraid of me?”

Her eyes went as hard and as dark as coal. “Fuck you, husband .”

“I’ll take that as a yes, wifey.”

“Take it as a no, asshole.”

“Must I remind you of how much your body purrs under my touch?”

At those words, a tremble ran through her before she stiffened. “Guess you’re nailing the reason I’m here.”

The admission made my cock jump, but it also caught me off guard.

I tilted my head. “Is that so?”

Backing up, I released her neck. I took several more steps backward appraising my new wife. Would she ever cease to surprise me? She was nothing like anybody I had fucked before. She was so much more than a whore thirsty for my cock.

Adelina stepped forward, straightening out her dress. To her credit, she didn’t even reach for where I had her in a chokehold. In fact, she held her head high as she followed me to the center of the room.

She moved in so close she had to crane her neck to peer up.

“You even wore my color.” I reached up and smudged her red lipstick across her cheek from the corner of her mouth. “How do you think it all look around my shaft?”

She raised a brow. “Looks pretty good on your lips.”

Every vibe she was giving off, there was something new. A dare. And more than that. Something more... experienced. Over the weekend she had done something with Graff. Or Rafe. Or maybe both.

Time for a test.

“Here’s how this will work, my Pretty Little Princess Adelina.” I stalked around the room at a slow pace, inhibited by the raging hard on that already pulled at my orange jumpsuit. Fuck, it would be nice if they had given me something a little better to wear on a date.

She licked her lips, making that fuckable candy red glisten.

“You had a little fun with my brothers, no?”

The way her eyes fluttered down and then back up at me gave me the yes I needed. My little slut was well satisfied. And now, it was my turn.

“You’re going to tell me everything. And I do mean everything, wifey. I want to know how Graff touched you. What he said to you. I want to know how Rafe kissed you. How dirty it made you feel. I want to know how you responded as they fucked you.”

I watched her for her reaction, but again, to her credit, she took it all in stride.

“If I sense you leaving out any details, there will be no pleasure. Do you understand?” I asked.

Her fingers twisted into the bottom of the baby doll dress hem. “Yes.”

Damn. She really did want what I was going to give her, didn’t she?

I’d had plenty of women beg for it, plenty of women who were crass and tried to take what they wanted. But the sloppy way they owned their pleasure made them less in my eyes. Showed me weaknesses I could use and throw to the side.

But not her. Not wifey.

Adelina was under my skin, despite how I’d tried to hold her off.

She stood there, waiting with all the patience in the world. Knowing that I am not gentle. Or kind. That this would not be attending to her needs, but mine. What I needed. Feeding the depravity in my twisted soul.

Still, she wanted whatever my warped brain would invent.

I circled her, musing over how exactly to torment her. With so few tools at my disposal, I had to be creative. There was nothing use in here. No curtains to bind her. The pillows on the couch and the chairs were secured, sewed down.

No material.

No sheets.

Nothing sharp that could be used as a blade.

No fire. Or ice.

Finally, my eyes landed on the table. On the yellow notepad.

I snapped my fingers and pointed, eyeing wifey. “Tear a piece of paper off of that.”

She walked over to the table and did as I ordered.

“Bring it to me.” I held out a hand.

Her throat worked as she swallowed, but she walked across the room and offered me the single sheet of lined yellow paper. With two fingers, I latched onto it and snatched it out of her grip.

“Ow.” She hissed and pinched her finger.

As she drew it toward her mouth, I grabbed her wrist and fixed my eyes on the welling red droplet. Looking deeply into her eyes, I brought her finger to my lips, sucking the droplet of blood that bubbled from the paper cut.

I let my tongue work along her finger, suckling like I would at her breasts or her clit. Her lips parted and she breathed audibly. Her chocolate brown eyes fixated on my mouth. Hungrily watching. Exactly how I wanted her.

Hungry. Needy.

I pulled out her finger, squeezed it again, and ran the drop of blood over my lips. And then I slanted my mouth over hers, her blood sealing our kiss.

I turned away with the paper in hand and slapped it against the wall. Looking over my shoulder at her, I said, “Come here.”

Adelina planted a hand on her waist and popped a hip. “Why?”

“Should I make you crawl?”

Memories from the bathroom passed behind her eyes.

“Oh, you remember that? Does it make you wet, wifey?”

She inhaled sharply and turned her head.

“Use your words, Adelina.”

When she snapped her gaze back to meet mine, they were on fire. “I’m fucking drenched, Sas. If you leave me like this much longer, I’m going to be standing in a puddle.”

“There’s my feral little slutty girl.”

Adelina lifted her chin. “Are you going to do something about it?”

“Not if you don’t get your ass over here, pronto.” Of course I was bluffing. I was gonna fuck her into the next century. But I definitely wanted to bend her will to mine first.

We stared off, and then I let my gaze wander up to the clock. A ticking timer. If we didn’t get started, we definitely would not finish. But Adelina was being as stubborn as I could be. In fact, I almost expected her to tell me to make her. But she didn’t.

“Those seconds are wasting away, pretty girl.”

Her leg bounced, knee jittering like she fought with herself.

When would she break? When would she give in to my will and let me own her like I wanted to? This was a game, though, and I wasn’t going to lose. I needed her to come to me. To follow my command. Then come for me.

After a second, she let out a groan and balled both of her hands into fists. It was the fucking cutest sight I’d ever seen.

Definitely bratty. Definitely pouty. And so in need of punishment.

And then. .. she walked over to me.

“Put your nose here.” I moved my hand so that I was pointing directly at the center of the paper against the wall. It was slightly above her head and would be a stretch. But I had faith that she would manage, given all of those come-fuck-me heels she loved to wear.

She scrunched up her face at me. “What?”

“You heard me, wifey. My arm is getting tired.” I kept my tone nonchalant even though my cock kicked with how badly it wanted her.

She crossed her arms over her chest. And shook her head. “No way am I doing that.”

But I didn’t miss the way she shimmied her legs together like she was squelching a need.

“Suit yourself,” I said, and glanced up at the ticking clock on the wall. “But we’ll spend the next forty minutes in here with me holding this paper on the wall. And you? Not getting anything you wanted?”

“You want it too,” she hurled the accusation at me.

“Ohh wifey. I want it more than you know. Difference between you and me? My control is gonna outlast yours.”

She twisted again.

I let my eyes drop to her legs and then back up to meet her gaze. After running my tongue over my lower lip, I said, “You see, there’s only one way you’re getting that itch scratched. Your nose holding this paper in place while I take advantage of your gorgeous curvy body.”