In that moment, I knew I was completely at his mercy, and I smiled, because Pagan Sinclair’s mercy was the only place I’d ever wanted to be.
CHAPTER 23
PAGAN
The parking lot was busy with brothers outside shooting the shit, drinking beer, and smoking when our convoy of bikes pulled in.
Bootneck looked around and did a double take when he saw I had a backpack, then he did another when he recognized who it was. The look of relief that crossed over his face was so distinctive, I almost felt sorry for him. He’d taken the wrath of my anger about Aislynn leaving me, but then he was the asshole who made it happen, so it was only right that he suffered the consequences of his actions.
I parked up and steadied my bike with my feet while I took Ash’s hand and helped her off. Then I dismounted, making sure my bike was securely on its stand before dragging my woman toward the clubhouse.
“Jesus, Pagan,” Ash cried. “I’m here, and I’m willing to talk. You don’t have to manhandle me.”
I rounded on her, fisted her hair at the nape, and pulled her head back. Then, leaning down until our noses were a centimeter apart, I bit out, “I’m fuckin’ warnin’ you, Aislynn. Don’t say a word. I’m on the verge of snappin’, and if that happens, I’ll bend you over, and I’ll spank your bare ass in thisparkin’ lot in front of every man and woman here. Do you fuckin’ get me?”
Her eyes blazed into mine, and she jerked a nod.
I stood straight again and dragged her ass forward.
“Good night, boss?” Boot asked warily as I passed him.
I released Aislynn’s arm and turned to face my SAA, while a familiar burn razed through my chest. With a roar, I pulled my arm back and landed my fist in Boot’s face, then smiled with satisfaction as his head snapped back, and I watched him stagger unsteadily on his feet.
Hisses and mutters went up from the crowd outside, along with Aislynn’s shocked gasp.
Bootneck swiped a hand under his nose, catching the blood before it fell.
I drank in the chaos and reveled in the surge of power I got from seeing Bootneck capitulate. It was the only thing keeping the black hole inside me from expanding and swallowing all rational thought and sense; plus, I needed the hit of dominance to show my brother that his actions had consequences and he’d live with them for as long as I deemed fit.
Castle stepped up. “Get your woman inside, boss. I’ll sort Boot.”
I gave him a nod, grabbed hold of Aislynn’s hand again, and pulled her inside before heading up the stairs to the first floor and dragging her inside my room.
Pushing the door closed, I locked it and buried the key in my pocket. Then, I turned, holding Aislynn’s confident gaze as I stalked toward her.
I pulled her to my bed and sat her down while I knelt before her and slipped off her high heels. Then I made her stand while my hands went to the fly of her jeans. I unbuttoned them, dragging them down over her ass, taking her lacy pink panties too.
Once her jeans were off, I went to the hem of her tank top and dragged it over her head, draping it over the back of a chair, then I unclipped her bra, freeing her breasts and leaving her completely naked.
“Get on the bed,” I ordered.
Her eyes searched mine briefly, probably looking for a hint of humanity. When she couldn’t find it, she climbed on top of my comforter and waited while I went to my drawer and pulled out a long, flat jewelry box.
“You wear this every day, and you don’t take it off unless I give you permission,” I stated.
Her forehead furrowed. “What is it?”
Ignoring her question, I snapped the box open and pulled out a string of diamonds attached to an O-ring. Bending over Aislynn, I fastened it securely around her neck. Her eyes followed my every move as I took out the white gold chain that I strung through the O and fastened to the clip that I’d attached to the wrought iron decorative twists of my headboard, effectively chaining her.
Seeing her hooked up to my bed, naked and wearing my collar, immediately made me relax. For the first time in weeks, the ache in my chest subsided, and I could breathe easy.
I pulled off my tee, toed off my boots, and kicked away my jeans before placing a knee on the mattress and crawling up next to Aislynn. Positioning her to face me, I laid her down and then joined her.
“Touch me,” I ordered.
Aislynn reached for my abs and began to trace my tattoos with her fingertips. I closed my eyes and reveled in the sensations.
“Oh my God,” she breathed, and I knew she’d seen it.
