OWN HER: A Dark Mafia Romance(69)

Her body started to shake and with a loud, long cry, all of her tension released. She was gone, over the edge. I continued to pound into her, losing my rhythm, lost in her body, my eyes fixed on her face, on the sexy mess that our fucking brought out. Her hair was tossed all over her head and down her shoulders. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open and gasping, her skin flushed and beautiful. I felt like a fucking superhero, pounding into her softness, her tight cunt gripping me, squeezing me, sucking me, encompassing me fully.



In moments more, I felt my body surge and I let loose. With a roar I exploded inside her, my orgasm ripping through my system, and I lost all thought and awareness of the outside world. All I knew was that I was where I was meant to be, buried in Sienna.



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After the single most satisfying ejaculation of my life, after I came back to myself and saw that Sienna was getting herself under control again too, we cleaned ourselves up and got dressed to exit the club via the back door, the usual employee route.



I didn’t stop to think much about what had passed between us verbally. At some level of my consciousness, I was aware that I had finally laid claim to what my body had been screaming at me for weeks: that this woman was mine. I know she kept saying, “Yes, yes, yes,” but I wasn’t sure if that meant she agreed with my demand, or if she was just wanting more of my cock in her. At this point, I figured we had time to work that out; it wasn’t the most important thing to define anything tonight. I was just happy to have finally gotten in there. I hadn’t felt so good in ages.



We only saw one of my Storm brothers in the back hallway, standing guard near the back door, watching as we exited the private room. He was eyeballing me something fierce, and not without amusement of his own.



“Yo, dude, see you got that pussy on lockdown, man. You gonna be buyin’ her a kutte? Or is she fair game for shares?”



Fucking Knuckles. Always the fucking instigator. Kuttes were for Storm MC members and their old ladies, exclusively. Taking a woman’s pussy was a far cry from making her your old lady. That was more serious than marriage, the way I saw it.



Not that Sienna was just any other woman, either. She was not fair game. She was mine. I didn’t want to think it beyond that point.



So I wasn’t gonna touch Knuckles’s “old lady” reference with a pole, but I also wasn’t gonna stand for any of his shit. “You keep your fucking hands to yourself, Knuck. Your face is ugly enough as it is—you don’t want my help rearranging it again.”



A quick lift of his chin at me and Sienna, and he sucked in one side of his mouth. “You took the pick of the litter, dude. Can’t blame a man for tryin’. Fine piece of ass, that one.”



“I’m standing right here, and I can hear you just fine, asshole,” Sienna piped up. Fucking hysterical, this woman.



I looked down at her fondly and hooked her neck with my arm, bringing her in close to my side. “Go find your own piece of ass, man. This one is gonna be busy for a while.”



Sienna elbowed my ribs, apparently not best pleased with my response. I moved my palm to the nape of her neck and gave her firm pressure. It seemed to do the trick, calming her. I’d probably be getting an earful later, but in public and for now, she’d behave. This was important in the MC world. Good girl. She was doing so well.



I tipped my chin to Knuck with a half-smile, and he winked at her in appreciation. We left the building.



But we were both beat, done for the night, so I walked her to her car and saw her settled inside. Remembering myself, I said, “Give me your phone.” She did, and I programmed my number and messaged myself. After handing it back, I leaned in and gave her a hard, deep kiss. “Drive careful,” I told her. Then I watched her take off, made my way to my bike, and rode home.



As soon as I got inside my place, I poured myself a healthy two fingers of bourbon on the rocks and spread out on my favorite armchair, thinking about the past few hours.



It finally dawned on me, the profundity of what had passed. From the purview of Storm, I had effectively claimed Sienna as my own when I took her away from Loco. So now I had to decide—and fast—how best to play this in the days ahead, how to make the most of the situation, given all that I also had going on with regard to retaliation for Manny and the problems within the MC.



I knew Sienna was used to being in control and calling all the shots. I didn’t hold any illusions that tonight marked the end of her bossiness. This would have to stop. I was known in the MC as a leader; hell, I was a dominant guy by nature, and no way would I play backseat to her driver. So we had that issue to get clear. It was going to be a battle of wills.