Tainted Love: Sinful Souls MC #3 (12 page)

Glaring at him, I whack his hand off my mouth, giving him a scowl. “As I was saying, before I was so rudely interrupted. Both of them cheated on me because I wouldn’t sleep with them.”

I rub more soap over my legs, and then him. “I couldn’t, Ade. You ruined me after that night. When you took my virginity, you took a piece of me. Every time another man touched me, or kissed me, all I wanted was to be in your arms again. I felt sick to my stomach, it never felt right.”

He brushes a stray strand of hair out of my face and smiles. “Ditto baby. I just tried a little harder than you did.”

I smack him in the arm and smile. “Eew, I don’t want to know.”

He laughs, pulling me into his arms, where I melt. “All that doesn’t matter, it’s just you and me now.”

Pulling my baby doll dress off the hanger, I squeeze into it. Ade looks over to me as I’m adjusting my boobs into the dress and he drops his cut back on the bed, along with his mouth.

“There is no fucking way you’re wearing that. Take it off.
Now.”

I laugh. “Don’t be stupid, Ade. It’s dress up. We have to dress as skanks, and it was your precious Alaina’s idea. So have words with her.”

He walks over to me and grabs onto my ass, pulling me into him.

I look up and tilt my head. “What does all this mean? Are we monogamous?” I have to ask.

He picks me up and slams me against the wall while dropping little kisses on my lips. “This means that you are mine. So as of now, yes,” he murmurs, pulling my bottom lip into his.

I wrap my hands around his neck and look deep into his eyes. “Why me?”

He brings his hands back down, cupping my pussy. “I don’t fucking know. I’ve been asking myself the same question for the past two years.” Wrapping his fingers around my panties, he pulls them down and drops to his knees in front of me, turning his cap backward.

“Ade, I don’t have time for this” I attempt to say more, but words are lost on me when his hot mouth covers my pussy. I feel his pierced tongue slide over my clit slowly before two fingers are sliding inside me. I grab onto his flat cap and pull it off, gripping his hair with my hands. He lifts one of my legs off the ground and places it over his shoulder. His pace is torturous; he’s an expert at this obviously. Trying not to think too much into that, I moan out and bite my bottom lip. His tongue flicks over me repeatedly as he works me up. Bringing his arm up, he pushes it against my lower belly, using his thumb to circle my clit. He slips his tongue inside me and I throw my head back, smashing it against the wall. I’m panting and grinding up against his face. Looking down on him, just as his eyes meet mine, my orgasm rips through my body in gushing waves, causing my legs to give way. I almost drop to the floor, but instead, dropping into Ade’s arms.

“You are mine, Kalie. Don’t take that shit lightly. Get changed.” He smacks my ass while he walks out of the room.

Well, if that’s how he claims his women, consider me claimed. I smile to myself and run my fingers over my lips as butterflies erupt inside my belly.

I think about protesting about the dress issue but decided on a better idea. I shove on a more placid dress and put my skimpy one into my bag. Walking out to the living room dressed in a short, but not too short dress, which does not cling to my body at all, he looks up at me.

“Much better, baby,” Ade says coming up and kissing me on the forehead.

I fake smile and walk to the kitchen to pull out some vodka. I may be nice, but I’ll never let a man tell me what clothes I should wear, whether that’s Ade Nixon or not. I bring the bottle into the living room area where Phoebe is sitting on the couch with her eyebrows raised. Ever the over opinionated beauty that she is.

“Spit it out, Phoebs,” I say, twisting the bottle open.

She looks to Ade then back at me. “So hang on, you fucked him again?” she bursts out.

Ade throws his arms over the couch and laughs. “None of your fucking business, Phoebe.”

She stands and puts her hands on her hips. “Ade, she’s my best fucking friend. This is absolutely my business.
Fuck
.”

He shakes his head, spreading his legs out in front of him and I have to bite down on my lip to stop me from moaning out loud.
I need therapy,
I think.

“What’s the fucking issue, Phoebe?”

She laughs and begins to pace walk. “My problem, Mr. Nixon. Is that you’re a man-whore, who cannot keep it in his pants for more than a week. And you’re going to hurt my best friend because she doesn’t fucking roll like that! She’s not cut out for all this shit,” she yells throwing her hands in the air.

Ade gets up and makes his way to her. Swallowing my first glass of vodka, I wonder whether I need to tell him to stand down.

“
One
. Just because you’re Blake’s sister, and I’ve known you all of my life, does not give you the right to raise your voice at me.
And two
,” he responds smirking. “She is not one of my whores. She’s mine Phoebe, always has been.”

She pauses her walking and looks between the two of us. “Wait, so you’re together?”

I look to Ade and take another big gulp of the clear goodness. Straight from the bottle this time, there’s no need for a shot glass—we’re way past that.

He nods his head at her then looks back at me. “Yeah, and as of now, it is official.”

We’re getting into the huge stretch limo when my phone vibrates. Leaving it for now I concentrate on getting out of this nana dress I’m in.

“Oh, my fucking God, Kalie. What the fuck are you wearing?” Vicky asks with disgust.

“Shut up,” I snap at her. “Ade wouldn’t let me out of the house in what I wanted to wear, so I had to pack it into my handbag
.
Ta-da,” I say in a magician’s voice. Let’s face it I may be slightly intoxicated. Whipping out the short, skimpy dress from my bag, there’s nothing much to it. It’s tight, white, and strapless. Under the boobs are two straps that run across each other, showing half my mid-section and rib cage. Actually it’s pretty fucking scandalous. I paired it with red pumps and I was done. After shuffling around and squeezing into it, everyone stops and looks to me.

Alaina shakes her head, lifting up her glass. “Fuck. I am in so much shit for this.”

Vicky interrupts Alaina’s worries, pouring a drink into a glass and handing it to me. “So, you and Ade? Are you sleeping together again?”

I laugh and take a mouthful of my drink. I need to be more intoxicated if I’m going to get through tonight. I start to answer her when Phoebe steps in for me.

“They are not just sleeping together. He’s claimed her. Officially.”

Alaina gasps and whips her head around to me. “No freaking way! Are you serious?” She claps her hands with excitement.

Vicky looks shocked, but only a little. “You attained the unattainable,” she states, looking at me with a proud smile.

I laugh nervously. “Let’s not get carried away. It’s early days yet, and anyway, if he ever finds out about me dressing like this, I will be buried in his backyard.”

Alaina scoffs. “Actually he would bury you in, um…never mind. Not important.”

I widen my eyes at her and Vicky turns to where Alaina is sitting. “He tells you? You know, about everything in the club?”

Alaina peeks over her glass with innocence. “Who? Ade? Fuck no.”

Vicky shakes her head. “No, Zane?”

Alaina looks to her. “Yeah, of course. Has Blake not given you the two options?”

Vicky nods her head. “Yeah, but I wasn’t sure which one you took.”

Alaina laughs. “Well, you have four sleeps to figure that out.”

“What’s this about?” I ask. I have no idea what goes on in their world, but I’m very aware that they live a little differently. They are outlaws after all.

“When you’re an old lady, you get two options and you have to pick one before your wedding night. Option one…you want to know everything that goes on, or option two…you want to know nothing,” Alaina says a little too calmly. Making me question her level of sanity, just a bit.

“I don’t get it. Know what?” I ask, looking between both Alaina and Vicky.

“You know,” Alaina, says pouring more alcohol into her glass.

“Where they hide the bodies.” She winks at me.

My face pales. “Right. Shit. So he wasn’t kidding then.”

Vicky narrows her eyes at Alaina and me, pauses what she’s pouring into her glass. “What did he say?” Alaina asks.

“Oh you know, that he will kill anyone and everyone who has and will touch me.”

Alaina relaxes and laughs. “Yeah, I wouldn’t play with that.”

I’m still trying to swallow the questions in my head when we pull up to the bar.

Who the fuck is Ade Nixon? And what exactly does his position entail?

We pull into a car park at some flashy nightclub and get out. By now, we’re all very
drunk, so drunk, I’m almost certain we will not be able to get in. We pass through the bouncers anyway and make out way inside the club. As soon as we walk in Dawin
‘Desert’
starts playing over the speakers. I squeal and pull everyone to the dance floor.

After we down a few more drinks, I feel a body push up against me with his groin flush up against my ass. I turn around and see the sweaty tween smiling.

I push at his chest. “Yeah, can you not?”

He wraps his hands around my waist and pulls me into him.

I push him again. “Seriously, fuck off!” I push away from him and make my way to the bar. Pulling out a seat and ordering a rum and coke. I fucking hate pushy guys. Vicky sees me sitting and waves me over to her, so I grab my drink and walk to them.

“Sorry, he was annoying.”

Vicky shakes her head. “Don’t apologize. I was just about to start sharpening the knives.”

I laugh and sip on my drink. Alaina turns around. “Right, next trip. Let’s bounce,” she says as she begins to pull us out of the bar. We’re all laughing when we jump back into the limo and make our way to the next destination the queen has on her list.