“Yes, Miss.” Inferno slid off the bar stool with a shit-eating grin.
“Thank you. You’re so sweet,” she said.
“Oh for fuck’s sake, Vixen. I can’t approve of any of that.” Dasher threw himself on the couch next to her. “You don’t know the first thing about living in a clubhouse or the rules or any of that shit.”
The firm set of her jaws, the determination in her eyes and the stiffness of her shoulders said she wouldn’t back down. “I’ll learn. How hard could it be? All you do is roar your death machines, maim your bodies with tattoos and party every day. I can handle that. What I can’t handle is watching you throw your life and what’s left of Mom and Dad in the air. I’m not going anywhere, Malcolm. Deal with it.”
He pulled on his Mohawk. “Fine. But the brothers are off-limits to you like you are to them.”
“Puh-lease. I’ll sleep with anyone I want whenever I want. I don’t need your permission.” She looked around the smirking faces, including mine and Slasher’s. “Not that I would want to go near any of these…” She cleared her throat.
“Bet your ass you wouldn’t. You’re staying in my room till we figure this shit out,” Dasher ordered.
“No. I’m staying in my room. Tell whoeverbrotherliving in it to clear it, VP Dasher.”
Dasher closed his eyes for a moment and twisted his lips. Then he peered at Prez.
“Do it. I don’t care,” Slasher approved.
A long sigh fled Dasher’s chest. “It’s your room, Prez.”
“Fuck. You gotta be fucking shitting me,” Slasher snarled.
She rose to her feet. “The first time we agree on something, Mister Slasher.”
CHAPTER 9
SLASHER
Vixen took one step into my room—her fucking room—and faltered. She dropped her suitcase and clasped her hands behind her head.
I opened the door wider so I could get in. “Coming or not?”
“Not,” she whispered, horrified. Appalled.
“What do you mean not? You don’t want the room anymore?”
“You stole away everything I held dear to my heart. Everything left of my family, my room, my house…even my brother. This is too much for me to take.” She grabbed her luggage and spun, leaving.
Fuck. Was she backing down now? I went nuts downstairs, turning down three hundred grand, so I’d keep her… I meant, so I’d show her who the boss was around here. And she would just ruin the game and leave because of one room? It wasn’t even that bad. It was the best room in the house, the cleanest, and I fucking loved it.
“Didn’t take you for a pussy, Professor.”
She stopped short, the sound of her inhale sharp. “I think that’s exactly what you take me for, Mister Slasher.” She glanced at me over her shoulder. “A pussy. Literally.”
What was going on here? More bluntness or a smart pun I wasn’t getting? “You think I have no respect for women and all I can see is—”
“You kept calling me kitten when I precisely told you not to.” She smirked, heading back to me until her sweet breaths were on my chest. “So that’s how you see me…a little pussy…to fuck…with.”
She said every word slowly, seductively, and I groaned under my breath, reflexively. Fuck, that was a kill move. I was unarmed when she was this close, her big blue eyes trapping me, her lips an inch away from mine.
I wanted to retaliate, but my mind hummed blank. My cock ached in my jeans. All I could think of was pressing her against the wall and fucking that little pussy as hard as I could.
“DASHER!” I yelled his name like a safeword.
Her stern face lit with a cute giggle. My cock throbbed harder.
“Stop it. DASHER!”
