A whimper escapes my lips before I can stop it. My knees go weak, and I clutch at his cut for support. The thought of all eyes on us, of Havoc claiming me so publicly, should horrify me. Instead, liquid heat pools between my thighs, and I can barely breathe through the wanting.
“That’s insane,” I gasp.
Havoc’s gaze doesn’t waver. “I need everyone to fucking witness that you’re mine,” he growls. “Not just see the cut—see what it means.”
Before I can process what’s happening, his hand wraps around my wrist, and he’s pulling me through the crowd toward the pool table. My heart hammers against my ribs as people turn to watch us, conversations quieting as we pass.
When we reach the pool table, Havoc lifts me easily, setting me on the edge. The green felt is rough against my bare thighs as my dress rides up. I clutch at his shoulders, suddenly aware of the dozens of eyes watching us.
“Havoc,” I whisper, “everyone’s looking.”
“Good.” He turns to face the room, one hand spanning my thigh. “Listen up,” he calls out, his voice carrying that unmistakable authority. “This woman is wearing my property patch. Now I’m going to show every one of you exactly who she belongs to.”
The crowd whoops and hollers. Someone—Ryder, I think—shouts something crude that makes my cheeks feel like they’re on fire. Part of me expects to be horrified. I should be pushing him away and running from the room. Instead, I’m trembling with need, moisture gathering between my thighs as Havoc’s hands push my legs apart.
He drops to his knees in front of me, right there on the clubhouse floor. His hands slide up my thighs, pushing my dress higher, then tugging down my panties until I’m exposed to him—to everyone. I catch glimpses of the crowd gathering around us, their faces showing everything from amusement to outright lust.
“Oh god,” I whimper as Havoc’s mouth claims me, his tongue flat against my center.
I’m half-mortified, knowing everyone can see Havoc’s head between my thighs, witness my reactions, and hear the soundshe elicits. But that embarrassment is overwhelmed by how ridiculously turned on I am. Each stroke of his tongue sends electricity through my body.
Havoc’s hands grip my thighs tightly, holding me open as he devours me. I can’t help the moan that escapes my lips, my head falling back as his tongue circles my clit.
The pleasure builds impossibly fast. I can’t hold back. It’s too much—the exhibition, his skilled tongue, the filthy wrongness of it all. I come embarrassingly quickly, my back arching as I cry out, hands clutching the pool table edge.
“That’s it,” Havoc growls against my thigh. “Show them who you belong to.”
My cheeks burn with humiliation and arousal as whistles and cheers erupt around us. Through half-lidded eyes, I see club members staring hungrily. Some have pulled women into their laps, hands disappearing under clothing. Others—oh god—have their cocks out, stroking themselves openly as they observe us.
Havoc rises and unfastens his jeans, freeing himself while maintaining eye contact with me. “You want this cock, baby girl? Want it right here where everyone can see how well you take it?”
I should say no. Should feel violated, exposed. Instead, I nod desperately. “Please, Daddy.”
Someone nearby groans at my words. I glimpse Diesel with a blonde on her knees before him, his hand twisted in her hair.
Havoc lines himself up and slams into me in one brutal thrust. I scream at the sudden fullness, at how impossibly deep he feels in this position.
“That’s right,” he snarls loud enough for everyone to hear. “This tight little pussy belongs to me. Every. Inch. Of. You.” Each word punctuated with a deep thrust.
The room fills with the sounds of sex—not just ours, but others inspired by the display. Ruth is bent over a nearby table,Tank behind her. The two prospects are sharing a young club girl at the bar. It’s turned into something animalistic.
“Look at them,” Havoc commands, gripping my jaw. “See what you do to them? They’re all getting off watching me fuck what’s mine.”
I moan as he hits something perfect inside me. The knowledge that we’ve sparked this orgy around us—it’s depraved and filthy and so impossibly hot.
“You like being watched? Like everyone seeing how well you take Daddy’s cock?”
“Yes,” I gasp, unable to deny it. “I love it. Love them watching.”
My admission seems to drive Havoc wild. His hips snap against mine, his thick length driving deeper with each thrust. The obscene slapping sound of skin against skin mingles with the moans and grunts filling the room around us.
“Everyone understands who you belong to now,” he growls, one hand gripping my hip while the other slides up to cup my breast through my dress. “Not just the patch. They’re watching me claim what’s mine.”
The pool table rocks beneath us, balls clicking together with each powerful thrust. My legs wrap around his waist, leather cut bunching around my shoulders as I arch against him. The knowledge that dozens of eyes are on us, watching Havoc take me, shouldn’t be this arousing—but god, it is.
I glance sideways and catch Diesel’s gaze as he fucks the blonde’s mouth. He raises his beer in a mock toast without missing a beat. Somehow, that pushes me closer to the edge.
“I’m close,” I whimper, clutching Havoc’s shoulders. “Please, Daddy.”
