Cleft worked the tip of his cock between Rafe’s ass cheeks. I pleaded for him to stop, but no one paid attention to the smothered whines emanating from my throat.

Then the door banged open and Lucas stood in the doorway. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he shouted, his face red with fury.

13. Lessons - Rafe

13. LESSONS - RAFE

Cleft backed off, and I let out a breath. This was the second time someone had stopped him from violating me. I didn’t know how much more of this I could take. I glanced at Alex, feeling like shit, because she’d suffered far more than I had.

I stood, and the room whirled around me for a few unsteady seconds. I wanted more than anything to go to her, but Vinnie remained at her side, gun dangling at his thigh, and I’d probably fall on my ass if I tried. I reached for the back of the chair and propped myself up.

The guy who’d burst through the door jabbed a finger at Cleft. “This place is full of pussy, yet you’re trying to ram your prick up his ass? I can’t turn my back for a fucking second without this place going to hell.”

Cleft opened his mouth, his gaze darting in my direction. “Uncle Luke…I didn’t mean any disrespect.”

So this was the fucking father figure Alex had almost married. A swift rush of possessiveness crashed over me, and I wanted to pound on him. I settled for squeezing the chair until my knuckles whitened.

“You never mean any disrespect, but you keep fucking up. You and Jax both. If you weren’t my blood, you’d be dead by now.” Perrone began pacing, one hand rubbing his chin, and his gaze ran over Alex’s restrained body. Slowly, he made his way to her and ran a palm over her face, down the valley between her hanging tits.

I wanted to kill him for touching her.

Leaning closer, he sniffed her skin and scowled. “Which one of you idiots touched what’s mine?”

I clenched my teeth, taking serious issue with that statement.

“We didn’t touch her,” Cleft said, exchanging a worried glance with Brock.

“Someone’s cum is all over her. Who ejaculated on my property?”

“Um…we filmed her sucking off Mason.”

Perrone whirled, his expression thunderous and pummeling Cleft from across the room. “Did I give you permission to use her like that? I thought I made myself clear. She belongs to me. I gave you explicit freedom to break her through corporal punishment. Mostly to goad him,” he said, pointing at me. “Nothing more. Did you not understand those very simple instructions?”

“No, we just thought—”