Page 15 of Sin for You

Suddenly, Bull stood, taking me with him. He took my hand and led me across the room. I felt eyes on us the whole way until Bull tugged me through the door and out the back.

He backed me against the wall as soon as we were out of sight. “What the fuck did you think you were doing out there?” he gritted out.

I stared up at him in shock. “What I was doing? What the hell were you doing?” I fired at him.

“I told you to stay away from our table,” he growled.

“Dot had a date, so I said I’d stay and cover for her.”

Bull cursed. “Those guys, they only accept one thing: ownership. You need to stay the fuck away from them, especially Ajax.” His nostrils flared and color slashed his cheeks. “So whenever they’re here, in this bar, you’re mine, understand?”

I bit my lips. “I don’t think that’s necessary—”

“I do,” he ground out. “They think differently than civilians. They have their own rules. But they will respect another man’s property.”

“Property?”

“I don’t have time to explain this to you. I just told them you’re mine. You need to go along with that, yeah?”

Not really. It sounded warped to me. I sure as hell didn’t like the idea of belonging to someone, even if it was just while they were here. “And if I don’t?”

“Things could get messy.”

In other words, Bull would have to fight someone, more than likely that guy Ajax, with his ready lap and his greasy smile.

“I thought they were your friends?”

“They are, but like I said, they play by different rules than us.” Bull leaned in, not threateningly, because he’d never do that to me, but for emphasis, and I got a whiff of his scent. Just that and I had to squeeze my thighs together.

“You’ll do what I ask?”

“Are you tattooing Dice tomorrow?” I asked.

His eyes narrowed. “Yeah.”

“When you finish with him, will you do me?”

That came out a little different than I’d intended and didn’t help the throb growing between my thighs.

His nostrils flared again. “You blackmailing me, sweets?” he said softly, lifting goose bumps on my skin.

Was I? I guess I was. But I wanted the tattoo done and I wanted it done by Bull. I shrugged.

“I’m trying to protect you,” he said.

“Can’t you protect me and give me the tattoo I want?”

A muscle in his jaw jumped. “Fine.”

I smiled so wide my cheeks hurt. “When? Tomorrow?”

Bull’s eyes dipped and he kind of froze before he pushed away from me abruptly, taking a step back. He dipped his chin.

“Excellent. What time?”

He cursed under his breath. “After closing.”

I had no idea why he was so reluctant to do it. “I’ll be there.”