“Why did you go out tonight?” he asked, growling the words.

“I wanted to.” She nibbled her lip.

“Don’t fucking lie to me.”

She shook her head.

“I mean it, Abriana. I’m fast losing my patience right now. I’m pissed off. Do you have any idea what those men could have done to you and to Raven?” He watched as she wrapped her arms around her waist, clearly shaken by the whole ordeal, but he wasn’t done. Not even close to being done. “Some men won’t take no for an answer, and some even get off on it. You were not fucking safe.”

“You just want me to stay home? Not do anything?”

“I don’t want you to be in danger. You can’t be.”

“Because you lose your connection to the outfit.”

At that, Ugly Beast stared at her, not saying another word.

“You’re mine to protect, but if something happens to you, there’s nothing to stop an all-out war, Abriana.”

“I didn’t mean to make you upset,” she said. “Those men didn’t want me.”

“They wanted you. Willing or not, I don’t care. You’re mine.”

“You haven’t even seen me in a few days.”

“It doesn’t mean you don’t belong to me.” He needed to get the fuck out of here. Raven had brought Abriana this dress, and it was driving him crazy. It showed off her tits to perfection.

After seeing a bunch of women fucking all day, he didn’t need to stare at his wife, who was supposed to worship his cock, and not get any. He was rock-hard, and the cause of it was standing right in front of him.

Her hair even looked tempting, to have it down, and ready for him to grip as he fucked her hard and deep.

When he stepped toward her, Abriana had enough sense to step back. With each step he took, she did take one back until he stood right in front of her and the wall could no longer grant her any room to escape.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Are you still sore?”

She frowned at him in confusion.

He pressed his hand between her legs, the dress covering her from his touch. He wondered if she wore panties. The dress wasn’t tight enough to show him that.

He watched as she licked her lips.

She shook her head.

“What are you doing?”

“Shut up,” he said.

Staring down into her brown eyes, he stroked a finger from the pulse inside her neck, down to her chest.

Her tits were pressed together, and as he stroked between their silken valley, he heard a small gasp escape her.

“I’ve been giving you time to get accustomed to your new life, Abriana,” he said. “You’re not going back to Garofalo. Your father is never putting his hands on you again.”

“What do you want from me?” she asked.

He pulled her away from the wall and found the zipper that held the dress in place. She didn’t fight him as he released the dress. When he pulled it from her shoulders, it fell in a heap on the floor.

She now stood before him in a pair of black lacy lingerie. The color hid way too much.

Placing his finger across the top of her breasts, he slowly lowered the cup and her breast popped out, the tight red nipple, calling to him to be sucked.

His dick was so incredibly hard.

“We want your loyalty, Abriana. To answer to the club and only to the club.”

“I’ve never done anything wrong.”

“We’ll never ask you to do anything wrong. That is not what this is about,” he said. He watched her eyes dilate. She probably didn’t even know she was aroused.

With his other hand, he placed it on her trembling stomach. She was such a virgin in so many ways still.

Slowly, he began to slide down. When he was at the edge of her panties, he held still, waiting.

It was like she couldn’t breathe, and he watched her, mesmerized by how innocent she was.