And she most definitely didn't like it when I cornered her with the possibility of confronting her demons and sharing them with me. It only made my need to push her harder more intense.
I wanted her on edge, shoved off the ledge and unstable. She was so fucking fascinating when she felt trapped.
"Well, Mike. I don't take well to men inserting themselves where they aren't wanted. If she wants you, she'll let you know. Otherwise you keep your damn hands to yourself." If the situation had been about anyone else, I'd have appreciated his mentality. I didn't tolerate brutality against women, didn't stand for rape or abuse of any kind. If someone touched my sisters that way, I'd kill them with my bare hands. But there was nothing abusive about what had happened between Sadie and me.
I chuckled, stepping around him and making sure to brush his shoulder. While I didn't get the sense he was actually interested in my woman, I wasn't the type of man to be intimidated by anyone. Not if I cared enough to fight for something I wanted, and for Sadie, I'd fight to the pits of Hell.
"She was most certainly feeling me when she fucked me last night," I said, nodding my head at the very same boxing ring where Sadie had let me inside her. I'd never look at it the same.
It somewhat helped to ease the force of the glare Sadie leveled me with when she realized what kind of conversation Mike and I were having. I shrugged. There would never come a day when I stopped defending my place in her life.
13
Sadie
I had enough brothers in my life. The last thing I needed was Mike getting into a pissing contest with Enzo just because he seemed to think he’d laid claim to me in that brotherly way.
I didn't tolerate that kind of shit from the men who were actually my brothers, so I'd never allow it from a friend. Especially not one that I enjoyed sparring with and regularly knocked on his ass. I wasn’t naive enough to believe that would be the case if I was a man, but I'd still take the win for what it was. Mike was a legend in the underground, kicking ass and taking names on a regular basis. If he genuinely wanted to fight me, he could probably overpower me.
But I could also be a whole hell of a lot craftier than I had been so far when we goofed off.
I dropped my phone on the counter after confirming there were no missed calls from Ivory. Beth glanced up from the computer, giving me that oh shit look that she pulled off so well, no matter how many times she saw me lay down the law when a man got out of line in my gym. Giving Rebel another once over to check on her, I turned and stormed over to the two men glaring at one another. Enzo's striking face transformed into a panty melting grin as his eyes met mine. The man was pure temptation. Irresistible and everything I didn't need in my life.
If only I could convince my vagina of that.
She wanted to purr and tear my clothes off for another round of orgasms. I'd yet to find a man who could fuck me damn near into a coma better than my vibrator could. Until Enzo.
Only one time with him, a quickie on the boxing ring floor at that, and I knew he'd rock my world any time he touched me.
"I appreciate the brotherly love and all, but I can take care of myself," I said, testing the waters. Mike's face turned sheepish for a split second, a moment of shame where he knew he'd never interfered in my love life before. He'd seen me put too many handsy men on their ass to think I needed the assistance.
"Bellandis are different," he grunted, nodding his head over at Enzo.
"Good thing he's a Vescovi then," I teased with a raised brow. I knew damn well what he meant, but Mike and I had never had that conversation, or felt each other out to decide just how much we each knew about the man my best friend had married.
He didn't know that I knew Matteo ruled Chicago with strict rules that he enforced with the threat of Ryker and his hatchet. He didn't know I knew Matteo ran the Underground through a proxy.
"Don't play dumb with me," Mike warned, his eyes hardening as his biceps bulged.
"No need to worry about my virtue, darling," I laughed. "That ship sailed a long time ago. I might as well get some use out of him while he's poking his nose in my business. He made me leave my vibrator at home." I forced my lips into a pout, tapping my thigh five times to reduce the anxiety I felt over the conversation.
That was the unfortunate reality of being free. Of enjoying sex and living a life liberated by the ability to do whatever the fuck I wanted. Men did it and it was just boys will be boys. I did it, and I was a slut.
Fuck that shit.
Mike winced, adding insult to injury, like I was meant to be a nun simply because he didn't like to be reminded of my sex life. Ignoring it, I turned my attention to the man who I could stab in his sleep for the way he acted like I was his property.
I belonged to no one.
"Get a grip. If you think you're man enough to make me want to be owned, get that shit out of your head. I might like it when you pull my hair or bite me, but that
