Page 53 of Marked By Myth

His cock thickened, giving me a few seconds notice, before his hot load filled my mouth. Quickly, I swallowed him down, taking every last drop before I licked him clean, and moved back until he plopped out of my mouth with a loud pop.

The ink on his cock was shiny and wet from my saliva, making it easier to read.

Roxana.

“That had to have hurt,” I said, standing up and looking down at him as he laid on the bed, motionless.

“Not as much as losing you.”

Well damn.

Myth

The boys were all having the time of their lives. It was good to see, especially with all the shit we normally dealt with on a daily basis being Royal Bastards.

Rox was with Missy and a couple of the club girls who I knew would be good for her to be friends with. Even I knew some of the girls were bitches, but it wasn’t for the Prez to deal with. That was always the clubhouse den mother, and that was Rox now.

One of them steps out of bounds though, one of them hurts my ol’ lady, and I didn’t care what gender they were, they’d be dealing with me.

“What’s up?” I asked Menace who had joined me by the BBQ. I could see his serious face, and I knew immediately it meant some shit was needing to be handled.

“Supplier on the phone,” he said. “Said it’s urgent.”

Fuck.

I nodded, and headed inside to my office to take the call. The part I hated about being prez was dealing with the fucking suppliers. Greedy bastards, the lot of them. Heading down the hallway, I entered my office and sat down. The call was on hold. I picked up the mobile phone and took it off hold.

“Boris,” I greeted the fucker. It was always fucking Boris. “Speak.”

As he relayed his demands to me, I couldn’t help but think about my ol’ lady, integrating with the club outside. We’d spent the better part of an hour in our bedroom earlier before the party got started, but I was still hard for her. I think I’d always be.

“What I’m hearing, Boris, is you want more fucking money.”

“Your trade route changed. We need more payment for the added security.”

“What security?” I barked into the phone. “You deliver the product. We accept delivery. There’s no additional security needed.”

“You say the product was tampered with…”

“Yes, and that was after you delivered it. You received your payment, so what exactly is it you want reassurance of now, Boris?”

He was quiet.

I didn’t like that.

“Ten thousand extra.”

“No dice.”

I hung up the phone, a new found wave of anger coursing through me. Fucking greedy little shit. The phone rang again. Boris’ name appeared. I let it ring out.

Two minutes later, a text came through.

Original agreement. I lose any men, I’ll be coming for payment.

I just lost a solid fifteen minutes of my family day with those I loved because of this greedy motherfucker. I sat in my chair, willing the annoyance away. The door to my office opened and I turned to see Belle coming in. She was wearing a tight Royal Bastards tank top that did very little to hide her assets and the shortest mini shorts I’d ever seen.

“What is it?”