Page 71 of Ruled By Wizard

“Why not?”

“The way you say it sounds dirty.” An embarrassed flush covered her chest.

Wizard laughed.

“Don’t use any nicknames with me. Just use my name.”

“Worried I’ll forget who I’m fucking?” he taunted her, using his hands to make her bounce on his cock faster. “Don’t be … Natalia,” he drawled seductively. “I could never mistake your pussy for another woman’s.”

Moving his hands from her hips to her breasts, he squeezed them hard, using his grip to bring her head within reach of his mouth.

He bucked wildly beneath her as he kissed her, her excited moans filling his mouth as she responded passionately. She drove her tongue inside his mouth like his cock was thrusting into her slick pussy.

From Natalia’s frantic movements, Wizard knew she was close to climaxing. Holding on to her tightly, he let her find her release before joining her.

Unlike before, Natalia was too tired to jump out of bed. Exhausted, she dropped to his side, curled against him, and fell asleep.

He waited until he was sure she was sleeping deeply before rising from the bed and pulling on a clean pair of jeans. Finding a clean T-shirt in his chest, he quietly left the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

Doom was guarding his door, making sure there weren’t any interruptions.

“Thanks, brother.”

“No problem,” Doom replied, imitating his low voice as they walked down the hallway toward the front of the club.

“I take it Natalia was here to show you the video.”

Wizard’s expression hardened at the reminder. “I want to find out who the original poster was,” he said, taking a seat at the bar and tapping the counter.

Margarita placed a pack of cigarettes on the bar before setting down a cup of coffee.

“I’m going to make fucking sure it’s the last post they make.”

“I’m already on it,” Doom said, sitting next to him. “I called Reaper.”

“Find out who made some of the nastier comments, and show them The Last Riders don’t appreciate their opinions.”

Glancing down the bar, he saw Buck nursing a mug of beer. “You want to tell me how Natalia managed to bust you in the fucking balls?” he asked pleasantly.

Margarita disappeared into the kitchen, and two brothers moved from the bar to booths farther away.

Buck gave him a baleful glance. “It’s not like I expected her to kick me when I told her she couldn’t go inside.”

Wizard’s lips curled into a warm smile that didn’t reach his cold eyes. “You’re motherfucking lucky I could explain Margarita being in my bed, or you’d be nursing a morphine drip.”

“It won’t happen again.” Buck nodded.

Swinging his gaze back to Doom, he gave him more orders. “From now on, any time Natalia’s vehicle pulls into the parking lot, I want to be notified before one of her fucking heels can touch the ground. If I don’t answer, make whoever is at the door keep her there until I do. Got that?”

“Got it.”

“Margarita, get your ass back out here.”

The woman slowly came out of the kitchen. “Sorry, Wizard. I wasn’t expecting her to show up.”

He wasn’t in the mood for her bullshit apology.

“When I went to bed last night, my door was fucking closed. Unless I opened it in my sleep, you came in without permission. The next time that happens, your ass is out the door.”