Marcus (Savage Kings MC – South Carolina Book Series 9)
Marcus: Chapter 22

I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing.

If the other Kings found out, they would all think that I’ve lost my mind, choking a dead president’s daughter, with my belt around her neck while she sucks my dick.

Her father was shot and killed as a Savage King, for fuck’s sake, but she never told me. She’s barely told me anything about herself, but that’s not really her fault when I can’t seem to keep my hands off of her long enough to have a conversation.

Still, I’m angry and hurt that she kept something so fucking important from me.

And the girl obviously has some daddy issues if she enjoys letting me treat her like a misbehaving child – spanking her, fucking her, spoiling her.

Okay, so I guess it’s pretty messed up to think about it in that context, but I have enjoyed being able to do what I want to her – both the spanking and fucking has been phenomenal. Hell, I’ve even enjoyed the spoiling afterwards.

If Teagan had been voted in as a prospect for the Savage Kings, then she would have no longer been just mine. She would have belonged to the entire club. Any member could have ordered her around, made her do any menial, awful task that they could conceive of.

Just the idea of sharing her with the other guys makes me fucking furious.

Nope. It’s never going to happen.

Collaring her seemed like the only way to keep her as my own for a little while longer. And as soon as I had the idea of wrapping the belt around her neck, my dick start swelling, lengthening down my pants leg with need.

Teagan’s violet eyes are wider than normal, as if she’s shocked by what I’ve done to her. And when she doesn’t make a move to take my dick out of my jeans, I undo them and pull my hard shaft out for her.

Holding myself in one hand and the belt in the other, I give the leather leash a tug forward, forcing Teagan’s head closer to my lap. Her lips part, her mouth finally opening dutifully wide so that I can put my cock in it.

As soon as the underside of my dick slides over her hot wet tongue, I close my eyes and groan.

Her lips seal around me tight, and then it’s just a matter of pulling at the leather to force her pace exactly how I want it.

And this time, I need to fuck her mouth slow and deep, watching her through barely slitted eyes as she sucks me off.

I want to savor this fucked-up demeaning treatment as long as possible, because she probably won’t let it happen again, not after what I’m about to do to her.

I pull her all the way off so she can catch her breath for a second to ask her, “Who the fuck do you belong to, Teagan?”

Her eyes blink at me and she sucks in a shuttered breath but doesn’t say anything.

“Answer me,” I order while giving the belt a harsh tug to pull her head toward my lap.

“Y-you, Marcus. I’m your dirty –”

I’m already guiding my cock back down her throat deep before she can even finish speaking.

Fuck, I love hearing my name on her lips, telling me exactly what I needed to hear.

She’s mine. At least for tonight, and I intend to make every second count before I lose her.