I kiss her deeply, and she kisses me back, wrapping her arms around my neck. I start to kiss down her neck, getting her ready for the pleasure that’s going to come after the pain.
“How hard you scream in pain is exactly how hard I’m going to make you scream in pleasure after,” I tell her, lifting her face to look me in the eyes. “All the men will watch you scream twice, do you understand?”
She glances around the room at my most trusted brothers and licks her lips. “Fuck it, let’s get this over with.”
I collar her neck gently and lower my lips to her ear. “We’re going to brand you, and then I’m going to get down on my knees and worship you like the fucking queen you are in front of my brothers. And you’re going to let me, aren’t you, baby?”
She whimpers and nods.
I can feel my brothers’ approval.
I take off her heels and place them under the table. I massage her feet for a few moments, the two of us in our own world.
Undoing her jeans button, I slide them down with help from Lust, who lifts her for me, before I gently push her back down on the table. I plant a soft kiss on the spot on her hip as I roll down her panties a little. “You ready?”
“Yes, do it, Chance. Now.”
Warden, Gunner, Lust, and Custom hold her down.
Hating myself in this moment, I pick up the branding iron in my shaking hands and swallow hard. Wanting to get it over quickly, I position the iron and stamp it onto Kenzie’s hip. She screams loudly, and I feel fucking sick that I’m doing this to her.
Lifting it off her skin, I stare down at the red, permanent brand that marks her as mine.
“That fucking hurt,” she groans in pain.
“You did so well, baby,” I murmur, wrapping her in my arms. I make sure to keep my body off the brand. She buries her face into my neck, her tears dripping down my skin. “So fucking brave. There’s no old lady more deserving than you. I’m going to make you feel all better now and make you come in front of my brothers. Are you sure?”
She nods.
“Baby, I need to hear the words.”
“Yes.”
Fuck.
I start kissing her lips, neck, and down her chest. I leave her bra on, but suck her nipples through the lace, before continuing south. Her eyes are still wet with tears, and now she watches my every move. Some men choose to fuck their old ladies in this room, but I’m just going to give her my mouth and then take her upstairs.
She’s lying on my table in church in nothing but black lace panties and a bra.
My brand on her skin.
In front of my club brothers.
A feeling of possessiveness fills me.
This is the only time they will ever see her like this, so I hope they fucking enjoy it.
Slowly dropping to my knees, I slide my hands up her thighs, pressing soft kisses until I meet her lace-covered pussy. Sliding the material to the side, I close my eyes and taste her. She tastes so sweet, and she’s all fucking mine. Humming against her pussy, I suck on her clit, just how she likes it. Her fingers tangle in my hair. I want her to forget all about the pain and focus on me, on my knees in front of her, worshiping her in front of some of the most ruthless men she’ll ever encounter.
Ruthless men who would die protecting her.
“Chance,” she pants, making the sweetest little moans that are making my dick rock-hard.
“Fuck, brother, she’s perfect,” Warden growls, standing next to her and pushing her hair gently to the side. He starts to plait it for her, and she turns to look at him with a small smile.
She might not be smiling in a minute.
Wanting her attention back on me, I lick her clit with more pressure, and she starts to moan loudly.