Their Queenpin (The Ridge MC #6)

Chapter 34Adelina

Chapter Thirty-Four

Adelina

The limo came to a halt in the midafternoon Vegas traffic as I basically dry-humped my husband. Tourists were arriving and making their way to the hotels for their first night of gambling and debauchery. But I didn’t mind if it took hours to drive three miles, not as long as I had Sas here. And Rafe.

The thing that irked me, though, was that even though we’d gotten Sas out conditionally, we were still missing a part of us. I hoped Graff made it to Park Ridge okay and I would see him soon.

Tangling his hand deeper into my hair, Sas pulled my head back, away from him. He pulled so hard my spine arched from my skull to tailbone. It hurt, but at the same time, the pain stoked my desire, and upside down, I could see Rafe watching with lust-filled eyes.

“Do you want me rough like this?” growled Sas, then added, “Wifey?”

“Yes,” I gasped out. “However you want.”

After being strong and controlled for both Rafe and Graff, I craved the ability to let go with Sas. To have my will stripped, allowing me to simply feel. My ass was on the edge of his knees, slipping, and he let go.

I fell, but Rafe caught me under the arms, whispering in my ear, “Do you want me to stop him?”

His voice sounded husky, though, like he might actually want to see this show play out between Sas and me. My uncle, as usual, waged war against his own desires, and I needed to reassure him that he shouldn’t.

I reached up, running my hand down his jaw line. Keeping my voice low, for only his ears, I said, “No, Rafe. This how we are. Enjoy it like I see you want to.”

He gave me a tight nod and helped me up.

“Take off those rich-bitch pants,” Sas commanded, his upper lip snarling. “Then bring your naked cunt over here.”

It shouldn’t surprise me, but it did. It seemed like a switch triggered in him, and I dropped my jaw. And regardless of my ingrained reaction, my lower belly grew heavy with want.

“Sas,” Rafe warned.

I rested a palm over his hand and looked into his eyes, reassuring him, “It’s okay.”

He searched my eyes, and I nodded, apparently allaying his worries enough.

I stood—mostly—stripping the slacks from my lower half, leaving me in my blazer, a camisole, and a pink lacy thong.

“Panties too,” Sas said, glancing out the tinted window at the stopped traffic.

“That’s your job.” I gave him a coy smile.

He turned back to me with his lips thinned and his brows raised as if to ask, How dare you? “If I take them off, wifey, they will be in shreds. Tiny scraps littered all over this expensive back seat.”

“And?” I shrugged.

It wouldn’t be the first pair he destroyed, and when he’d done that before, my desire had surfed the wave of adrenaline through my blood and straight to my pussy. Something about his more beastly nature called to my own.

His tongue swiped out and over his bottom lip, then he reached for the controls and the divider lowered. His eyes remained on me, but he called over his shoulder, “Pip?”

“Yeah, Veep?” The prospect’s eyes bulged when he caught sight of me in the rearview mirror.

Rafe growled and Pip averted his gaze.

“How close are we?” asked Sas.

“About three lights away,” he answered from the driver’s seat. “Couple minutes if traffic will move.”

I rolled my lips between my teeth and started to lower myself out of view, but Sas barked, “Stand the fuck up, Adelina.”

When I straightened, my head bent against the skylight, and I caught Rafe adjusting himself. Damn if I didn’t want to eavesdrop on his thoughts right now.

“Remove that jacket,” Sas snipped. “And the thing under it.”

I hesitated, and Sas reached up, grabbing my jaw between his thumb and forefinger. “You really going to disobey me now?” His nostrils flared.

Did he smell how wet I was? How much I leaked for him as he ordered me around like this?

“Pip,” my husband called out. “We parking in the underground?”

“That’s the plan.”

“Good,” said Sas as he reached for my chest, grabbed the silk fabric of my cami, and ripped it from my body.

I trembled.

“Second thought...” Sas’s eyes devoured my body and the matching lace bra-panty set between the lapels of my blazer. “Keep the fucking jacket on.”

My eyes flicked up to the front, the half-lowered divider, and the clear view of Pip’s face in the rearview. Sas chuckled and pressed the button at his side. The divider slid the rest of the way down.

“Sit down, wifey.” He motioned to the seat behind me, beside Rafe.

I planted my hand on my hip and glared at him.

Instead of telling me again, he wrapped his hands around my hips and threw me back onto the leather.

Rafe moved to catch me again, but Sas pointed at his chair. “Sit.”

“Ass,” I hissed at my husband.

“And fucking proud of it.”

Rafe, at my side, looked worried, but his hand still covered quite the large bulge pressing against his slacks. Fleetingly, I wondered if and when he would refuse to wear dress clothes—like my other two men.

“Put your foot in Rafe’s lap,” said Sas.

I swiveled toward Rafe and started to lift my leg, when?—

“Not that way.” Sas rolled his eyes and motioned toward my leg. “That knee toward me. Spread those thighs and let us see that prize.”

Feeling the heat of a foreign stare, I peeked up at the front, where Pip’s attention seemed drawn to the action.

“Eyes on me, Adelina,” Sas growled.

The car lurched forward as I looked at him again, wanting to let myself fall under his commands, to be his toy. His... whore.

“Leg. Up.” He waited until I obeyed, then said, “Now, finger yourself.”

I blinked at him as though I didn’t understand the words.

“Do I need to paint you a goddamn picture?”

“Ah... um,” I stammered, unable to believe he was ordering me to touch myself with Pip able to see everything. My cheeks heated as my gaze roamed up front again.

“Ignore him and show me how you touch yourself when no one else is around.”

“Sas—”

“I didn’t tell you to speak.”

“But—”

“Shut your trap or I’ll have Rafe shove his cock in there to keep you quiet.”

My core clenched, but I was frozen on this impromptu stage.

Sas leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and lowered his voice. “There’s not enough time to fuck here on the street before we arrive. So quit watching the prospect and get your cunt nice and wet for me.”

Roughly, he released my face and reclined in his seat, throwing his arm over the back.

It triggered Rafe’s protective instincts, and he said through gritted teeth, “Veep?—”

“Here’s the deal, secretary .” Sas glanced over. “This is my rodeo, and you’ll both do as I say.”

Uncertainty still roiled in my gut, but I lifted my leg and placed my foot between Rafe’s spread legs. Then I ran a hand down his arm.

“It’s good,” I told him as much as myself. “Better if you let go. I’ll tell you if I’m not liking it, okay?”

Rafe gave me a tight-lipped nod, and I moved my foot over his hard length.

“See”—Sas smirked—“Wifey has this down pat.”

Rafe lurched, but the car also moved forward, and I pushed him back with more ease than should’ve been possible. “Just try, ’kay?”

“My pretty little slut,” Sas cooed.

“Guess that happens,” I said with a sly smile, testing him now, “when you’ve got a monster for a husband.”

“Enough words. Rafe, put your cock in her mouth.”

As soon as Rafe opened his mouth to object, I pressed my heel down on his balls, and he let out a strained moan. Then, I tugged on his arm, begging him to obey with my eyes.

He searched my eyes for a minute before he stood, shooting Sas the dirtiest look imaginable. But he whipped off his belt and unbuttoned his pants, unleashing his rigid length. With a knee on the seat, he moved his dick toward my mouth.

I licked my lips, hungry for him. Always hungry.

And I almost had them wrapped around his crown when Sas barked, “Not so fast, Adelina. Finger. Pussy. Then you get to taste.”

Pushing my panties aside, I stroked myself from my core to the top of my mound, shuddering when I crossed the tight bundle of nerves. “Happy?”

“Very.” Sas adjusted his cock in his jeans and sat back for the show.

My eyes flicked up to meet Rafe’s as I swirled my tongue over his slick precum and took him into my mouth. Rafe dropped his head back and groaned. The sound traveled through me straight to my pussy. I didn’t need to finger myself to be wet. This little game had already made my insides turn to liquid.

The sensations were starting to consume me when...

Bang!

I released Rafe’s cock and whipped my head over to glare at Sas, who stared out the window at the front drive up to the Parisi Hotel.

He slammed his fist against the window again. “Pip. Pull the fuck over!”