When I didn’t answer, I was pushed onto the bed. Leggings ripped off. I gasped as his face went between my legs, without permission.
Tears streaked down my temples, biting the inside of my cheek until I tasted blood.
Where was Tony? Why wasn’t he interrupting us? Surely he saw what Casso did to me. Tony saw and heard everything.
A loud pounding on the door made my attacker flinch as he sucked on my clit. “What?” he yelled and crawled up my body. He brushed his lips over mine. I nearly spewed vomit, hating the smell of myself on his face.
He unzipped his pants.
My heart seized.
God, no.
“Cass, traffic is bad. If you’re going to make it out of the city on time, you should get a move on.”
Casso held my gaze as he wiped the tears off the corner of my eye. “Give me a minute.”
“Yes, sir. I’ll tell Rico you’re coming.” Tony’s heavy steps faded.
“When I return, I expect you to welcome me back into your cunt. Understand? I won’t accept your excuses anymore. I’ll be back early on New Year’s Eve. I’ll have the cook prepare a nice dinner, complete with candlelight. We’ll dance until the strike of midnight. Then I will have you fully, Aspen. With or without your approval.”
I nodded and swallowed. “Yes, Cass.”
He kissed me once more before handcuffing me to the bed.
“Rest up, precious.” He pecked my lips and dragged his thumb down my neck, studying the marks he made. “See you in three days, my love.”
2
Boxer
The annualBang in the New Year Orgywas bittersweet. Not only because it was the end of a year and the start of a new one.Old habits die hard.
With only a couple of hours until midnight, I sat at the bar, casing out the joint. The options were plentiful between the kittens and extra women invited. Like his Uncle Matt before him, Storm only allowed hookers into the clubhouse for New Year’s. As a special treat or some shit like that.
Guzzling my beer, I eyed Libby straddling Grizzly. She was the only blonde kitten left after Carla was tossed out on her ass back in August. I needed a blonde to ring in another year wishingshewas in my life.
Why do you torture yourself every goddammed year? You hate her. Then you love her. It’s not healthy, asshole. Forget her already.
“Doing all right?”
I turned to face Storm. “Of course.” I finished off my beer. “You look happy as fuck.”
“I am.” He glanced over his shoulder at Angel, sitting with my sister Jill, Sugar, and Tina. It was a beautiful sight to see them smiling and laughing after the hell the club had gone through.
Most of my brothers were in good places. It’d been quiet on the homefront. No outside threats in our territory, no danger in the shadows or looming over us. Peace and quiet, just the way we liked.
“You, of all people, deserve some joy in your life, brother.” I raised my empty bottle so Copper would bring me another.
“Appreciate that.” A tumbler of whiskey was placed in front of Storm. “I’m sensing something’s off with you tonight.” His stormy gray eyes considered me as he lifted his glass to his lips.
I shrugged, tapping my fingers on the bar. “It’s fucked up shit as always. Nothing new.”
A hand snaked around my waist to the front of my stomach. “Hey, handsome. I have you on my schedule.” Libby’s tongue teased my lobe, waking the sleeping giant in my jeans.
I smiled at Storm and reeled her into my arms. “You looked content with Grizz. Didn’t know if I should get my hopes up.”
“There’s plenty of me to go around.” She winked, rubbing her experienced hand over my growing erection. “Gimme a little sugar to hold me off until later.”