“Up.” Shifting me, he makes me stand. Then he’s towering over me.
“Come.” Stepping in front of me, he pulls the chain taunt making me follow behind as he weaves me through the throngs of the MC.
My gaze is so locked on his back, that I don’t see it at first. I fully expected his chopper to be the apparatus where he lays his claim. But this is not a claim but a punishment.
“Saban.” My name on his lips makes me realize that I’ve come to a stop dead center of the club.
The resolute determination I see in his eyes propels me forward.
There is not a whisper nor a word as he leads me onto the stage where an enormous St. Andrews cross stands dead center.
There will be no robe draped around me. My penance will be on display for every eager stare of the el Diablo.
“Here.” Nodding to the center of the cross. He waits as I step over to the gleaming wood. I can tell from its ornate beauty it’s one of Rocco’s creations, just like the throne-like chair he made for Snake.
Lifting my arms, he buckles my wrist into the supple leather binds. Dipping to the bottom of the apparatus, he does the same to my ankles before turning to the crowd. Gaze seeming to rake over every person present, he dares a challenge. None comes.
Turning back to me. He looks down at me. The muscle in his jaw ticks. Rage ripples from him when his hand reaches out to manacle my neck.
Flinching, I surge back against the smooth unforgiving surface.
“You see where trying to run from me got you.” He tilts my head this way and that.
“Open.” He snarls. Obeying, I open my mouth. He skeets a stream into my mouth before capturing his gift, slanting his mouth over mine as he makes me take his tongue. His possession is complete. If the cross were not holding me up, I would be a puddle on the floor.
Squirming, my needy body seeks contact with the hard ridges of his form. He’s still fully clothed, another clear sign of the disparity of our statuses.
“Look how badly you need to come. You don’t even care if I fuck you right here.” He says in my language. Keeping the intimacy between us.
The crowd is hushed, and when my eyes dart past his, everyone is frozen in place, not wanting to miss us coming together in such an incendiary way.
“Eyes on me, Sabine.” My eyes snap up to him using my real name. Something twists inside, making me feel more vulnerable than I did the first time he took me.
Dipping his head, he pulls the skin just below my neck into a hard suction of his mouth. My toes curl just as he pulls away, moving to my breast. His mouth stretches trying to fit over my areola. He does just barely, taking huge pulls of my right breast while he covers the other with his large hand, pinching and tugging my nipples.
“Snake.” Crying his name, I strain against the bonds holding me, feeling both helpless and comforted at the same time.
Ignoring my pleas, he keeps licking and sucking. My body arches and is rewarded with attention. He commands every inch of me.
His hand drifts between us. Sliding between my thighs, he dips his long fingers into my eager pussy.
“Taste how good you are.” He commands, pressing his wet digits between lips.
My eyes blow wide as he pushes them even deeper, making me falate him.
“That’s it. Suck your hot little come off my fingers, like a good little sub. Show them how you bend only for me.” He says only for me to hear.
My gaze is ensnared with his as he watches as I take his long fingers down my throat again and again.
“Good girl.” He praises dropping low covering my pussy with his hot mouth.
The scream I emit is a broken, ragged thing as I throw my head back, seeing stars. He buries his head between my spread legs. Fingers still wet from my mouth, I open me to him and, anyone close enough to witness the way he devours me. Tongue spearing inside me only to swirl and tease before he sucks my clit into his mouth.
“Look how big and proud she sticks out for her Snake,” he murmurs before rewarding her with a twirl and suck that shatters me into a thousand pieces.
I barely have time to come down from the bliss he just served me before he’s rising above me like a fallen god rising from the ashes looking for whom to destroy. In this case, I am his willing sacrifice.
The drag of the zipper has me looking down when he releases himself and then notches into my opening.
