King of Hearts: An Arranged Marriage-Mafia Romance (Rake Forge University Series Book 2)

by Ashley Munoz

  “Time to go. You need to remember that in front of my men, and in front of your father’s especially, you are mine. Got that?” Both his hands cupped my face this time, ensuring I understood how serious he was.

  I nodded. “I understand.”

  His lips briefly pressed against mine in the slightest touch before letting me go.

  Juan’s hand wrapped around mine as we walked downstairs. Three men trailed us, and three more were at the bottom of the stairs waiting for us. I wanted to make a point to meet them, especially if they were going to be around for a while. I tried to give one of the men a smile, but he only met it with a serious glare, his eyes watching the room around us.

  I’d forgotten these men were trained killers.

  Juan pulled me closer as we made our way outside, toward the patio. Once we cleared the glass doors, there was an entirely new barrage of men standing guard. This time they were my father’s men; I knew from the clothes they wore, the heavy knitted coats despite the heat, and the specific tattoos they had. Each one of my father’s men had his moniker tattooed on their knuckles. Ördög.

  Ignoring the butterflies in my stomach and my desperate desire to have my own gun in the palm of my hand, I focused on Juan. He was my protector and would ensure my safety, as well as my baby’s. We bypassed the patio furniture and headed toward the pool house, which had a slight covering off to the side. Underneath a myriad of hanging flowers and twisted vines sat a long slab of glossy wood fashioned into a table. Eight wooden chairs, each with white cushions, sat around the space. On the opposite side, three were occupied by my father and two of his men. Jakob was on his left, giving me a small smile, and there on his right was a familiar face. My breath hitched as I tried to place him, but as Juan pulled out my chair and helped me into it, my eyes flicked to the man in question and my lungs stalled. His eyes landed on mine, softening just a fraction before he looked down.

  What the fuck is Decker’s little brother doing here?

  “She doesn’t need to be a part of this,” my father declared, forcing my eyes away from Kyle and toward the monster I knew as Father.

  Another man sat next to Juan on the other side of him while at least ten men flanked us. Juan’s hand tightened on my own before bringing it to his lips, then he put it in his lap. I gripped his thigh, leaning into him.

  “First of all, I told you three men. You brought over ten. The fact that you weren’t killed on sight was a kindness. As far as Taylor’s presence, I won’t speak to you without her,” Juan said evenly.

  “She’s a female and has no say in the deal we broker,” my father said, his icy eyes landing on me for a fleeting moment. This wasn’t new to me. He used to treat my mother like a sack of moldy potatoes, so I didn’t expect much from him.

  “I’m not sure how you treat your women, Ivan, but in my outfit, we treat them equally. Taylor is mine, my other half, my queen, my entire fucking soul. You’ll treat her with respect while in my house.”

  My breath hitched while heat infused my neck and face. Did he mean that, or was it just for show? Jesus, he couldn’t just say shit like that and not expect me to get confused and blur our already murky lines. Not being able to stop myself, I leaned over and kissed his neck, moving my fingers that were in his lap to graze his dick. His responding smirk only made my blush deepen.

  “Fucking tizenéves.” My father shook his head.

  Juan raised a brow, looking over at me in question.

  “He called us teenagers,” I explained.

  “Ah. Well, we certainly are as horny as them. Let’s set the terms then and be done with this. We have an ultrasound appointment to get to.” Juan snapped his fingers, signaling one of his men to walk forward. He placed a rectangular tablet in front of them. “These are our terms.” Juan’s eyes narrowed on the way my father grappled for the device, narrowing his eyes. I knew from when I was a young preteen that my father would have to put his reading glasses on, but how did Juan know that? It was a way of flushing out my father’s weakness.

  “It says to fuck off and leave you alone.” My father’s face snapped up.

  Juan sat back, showing his white teeth in a brilliant smile. “That’s where I’d like to start.”

  My father spat, lunging over the table to grab for Juan’s throat. Two silencers pressed into his forehead a second later, Juan’s men already surrounding my father’s.

  My eyes went to Kyle and the man sitting in front of him; I now remembered he’d attended my sister’s wedding. They must have both been related to Decker in some capacity then. The man watched me with zero emotion on his face, while behind him, Kyle kept shifting, as if he was uncomfortable. I knew he looked up to his older brother, and it made me curious if Decker knew about this. My father was a dangerous man; anyone working for him would be expected to do illegal, unspeakable things…the fact that Kyle was even attending this meeting meant he’d moved up in the ranks faster than most.

  My father fixed his sleeves, settling in his chair once more. “Try again, dog.”

  “What were the terms with Markos?” Juan asked, moving his hand to my thigh. His fingers dipped dangerously close to my center, making me aware of how short my cutoffs were.

  “The deal? She’d marry him, he’d get access to our transportation services and political contacts, and of course we’d be allies.”

  “What would you get in return?” I watched the mood shift around the table, and something told me there was more to the deal with Markos than they were letting on.

  “One point two million, for starters, and one third of their product to use as we want,” my father answered, his eyes flicking up to my face then over to Juan’s. There was something he was leaving out.

  I squeezed Juan’s hand. When he glanced over, I leaned forward and spoke.

  “Before anything is official, I’d like to review the initial contract you had with Markos.” My mind kept circling to why he wanted to wait for my twenty-first birthday, and not my twentieth or eighteenth. There was ample opportunity for him to grab me, even if he was busy in Hungary…there was something he wasn’t telling me about the deal with Markos.

  “You don’t get to ask me for that. You’re nothing but a—”

  Juan’s loud voice cut through my father’s, forcing him to shut his mouth. “If you speak about my woman one more time in an unfavorable fashion, you will force my hand. We’ll go to war with you and that will be fucking that. Do you understand me?”

  My father sneered, slamming his fist against the table. “You’d risk a war over a piece of pussy?”

  Juan leaned forward but didn’t remove his hand from my leg, his fingers still dangerously close to rubbing the center seam of my shorts. “She carries my child—this is more than a piece of pussy, old man.”

  “Fine. Fuck. I’ll get the contract for you to review.”

  Juan’s pointer finger pressed into my core, along that middle seam. I nearly grabbed his wrist to hold him in place. Instead, I went lax and spread my legs wider. There were men behind us, but not close enough to see what we were doing, and no one sat next to me.

  “Excellent.”

  “I want Taylor with me until the deal is finalized. I don’t want her running,” my father demanded, his gaze shifting between Juan and myself.

  Juan pressed his digit in, adding more pressure than I could stand. We hadn’t had any type of physical connection since that night on the bed, and I’d been dying to rectify the fact that I had freaked out and walked off.

  “She stays with me,” Juan replied easily, adding more fingers over my center. “Until then, we will be in touch.” Juan began to stand, removing his hand from me and leaving me cold.

  My father tipped his head back, watching as Juan stood. “That’s as far as you’re willing to go today? We came all this way—I expected a deal.”

  Juan barely paid him any notice while snapping, “You came all this way to kidnap my fiancée. You came here to steal her from me—don’t test my patience.”
r />   My father stood, pointing his chubby finger at me. “I should just take her and give her to Markos. He will abort your child and keep her as his whore.”

  Something slid from Juan’s wrist, fast as lightning. Within an instant, a small dagger plunged into my father’s left shoulder, another poised to ready to fly.

  “I warned you. Now you’ve not only threatened Taylor, but my child. Now get the fuck off my property. I will entertain a conversation with you once I get the contract delivered to me, by someone other than you. You aren’t welcome here again until we’re ready to discuss terms.”

  Juan grabbed my hand and walked briskly away, ignoring all the yells from my father behind us. There was no gunfire, so that was at least good news, especially as more men filled the patio space, emptying the house.

  Three guards followed us to Juan’s bedroom, walking in ahead of us to sweep the space. Juan delivered me to the bed, and once the men were through, he locked us inside.

  Chapter Nineteen

  I leaned against my forearm that was pinned to the door. My body faced away from Taylor while my frame vibrated with the need to stop Ivan from breathing. I was still having a hard time understanding that he was so cold and cruel toward his own flesh and blood. Then again, I had no doubts that my own father would have sold me if he was offered a high enough price.

  I wasn’t sure how my new fake fiancée would respond to my need, but I was at the edge of reason and didn’t frankly care.

  “I need to touch you. Even if it’s just to hold you, I need to feel you…” I swallowed, unsure how to explain it to her. She was consuming me, in my veins, my lungs, my head. She was everywhere and nowhere because of whatever her fucking reasons, but she wasn’t mine in any real way. I just needed to feel her warm skin against mine as a reminder that she was here with me, safe.

  Taylor waited a few seconds before responding. “I feel too restricted in these clothes. I’m going to get more comfortable.” I nodded silently.

  After a few seconds of breathing, willing my pulse to calm, I turned around.

  She reclined on the bed, her shirt gone. Instead she had on a see-through, lacy bra that held her tits in place over the swell of her creamy stomach. Her shorts were gone now, and in their place was what seemed like a strip of lacy fabric, probably a thong or something, but with her stomach, they just seemed nearly invisible.

  I swallowed.

  “Come feel the baby kick.” She held out her hand toward me, and I couldn’t tear my eyes from her. Stripping out of my clothes, down to my boxers, I joined her on the bed.

  I gently placed my ear to her belly, being careful not to add too much pressure.

  The little jolt against my face had me sitting back.

  “Did he just kick me?” I smiled.

  Taylor laughed, her nose crinkling. “I guess I will find out today if it’s a boy or girl…but yeah, she kicks a lot.”

  “You want a girl?” I rubbed my hand down the expanse of her belly, over her protruding outie.

  “I want a healthy baby.”

  My hand moved along the lower part of her abdomen, right over the top of her underwear.

  “I figured we’d need to get used to being in bed together, like this. With, um…” She hesitated, her face flushing. “Less clothing. I don’t usually sleep in a ton of clothes…I hope that won’t bother you,” she confessed quietly.

  I nodded, knowing she was right but a little surprised that she was the one to suggest it. “We need to leave soon, for the ultrasound,” I stated, trying to divert my thoughts, dragging my fingers up her stomach, away from the band of her panties.

  Taylor’s eyes jumped to mine, her mouth gaping. “You’re coming with me?”

  “Of course I am.”

  “I figured after last night…” She trailed off.

  I didn’t move my eyes from seeing how my dark hand looked against her creamy skin.

  “Last night I was feeling a lot of really big things.”

  Taylor wet her lips, cupping my jaw. “You wanted me to ask you why.”

  I nodded, still nervous about confessing this, but as I stared at her stomach and the way she looked in my bed, I realized I needed to say it.

  “Why?” she asked, voice just barely above a whisper.

  I looked away from her stomach and swallowed the thickness that had strangled my throat, realizing she deserved the truth…but at the last second, I changed my mind.

  “I haven’t stopped thinking about that night on your bed…I got jealous when you said Holden was going with you to the appointment.”

  Taylors fingers slowly pushed through my hair while she watched my lips. “You don’t like that you felt jealous?”

  I shook my head in answer. I was too cowardly to tell her I might be falling for her, especially after learning more about her that morning…all my emotions were gathering in my chest like a tidal wave, drowning all my resolve to stay away from her.

  “I haven’t stopped thinking about that night either…I was just scared. I left because I realized you cared about the baby, and I wasn’t used to that,” she explained, stroking my jaw. Then she whispered, “I think we should finish what we started that night.”

  My eyes snapped to hers.

  “Are you sure?” I’d already decided I was going to touch her, but I had been certain it would still be something PG considering how the last time went.

  Her small intake of breath told me she was struggling. “I’m positive.”

  Moving until I was down by her feet, I started kissing her left foot, kissing the top then moving up her ankle and calf. I shifted to the other foot, repeating the process.

  I smiled at her, dragging my lips along her inner knee. My fingers trailed forward, up her thighs, my body closing in until I was on my stomach directly in front of her parted thighs. Before she had a chance to fight it, I pressed my tongue into her panty-covered center.

  “Oh shit.” She breathed out, bucking her hips.

  I smiled again, and this time, I gently tore the fabric at her hips, and then I devoured her. Swiping my tongue up her folds and then circling her clit, I added a finger into her cunt while I worked her with my tongue.

  “Yes.” Taylor rocked her hips into my face while I sucked her outer lips into my mouth, adding another finger into her wetness.

  I palmed her ass, bringing it closer to my mouth, and continued to suck on her clit while fucking her with my fingers.

  “Add another finger,” she begged, panting while her hips rocked.

  I did as she requested, realizing she needed to be filled with something and knowing our little game was coming to an end. I was going to fuck her while she was pregnant, and there was nothing she could do about it.

  I just wasn’t sure when, but it was going to happen.

  My tongue swirled while I added pressure to her clit, and after a few more strokes, she was coming undone with a sharp cry.

  I fisted my erection, pulling it free of my boxers. Getting to my knees, I pushed her leg outward while I rubbed my weeping cock through her soaking wet folds. She was still gasping for breath, her eyes on the ceiling while I stroked up and down, rubbing the tip through her arousal.

  I only planned to see how it would feel, and it felt like fucking heaven…but I knew we weren’t ready for more. When I took her completely, I wanted her to be mine, without this fake shit between us, or this ruse. I wanted her entirely.

  So, I began to stroke myself, using her arousal as a way to lubricate my shaft. I stroked up and down while wiping up her juices with my fingers and bringing them to my mouth.

  “You taste so fucking good.” My voice was raspy as I felt my balls begin to strain with pain. I wanted to be inside her.

  Taylor wet her lips, bringing her hands to cup her breasts through the lacy material holding them in place. “Can I taste you?”

  I paused mid-stroke, positive I hadn’t heard her correctly. “Fuck yeah.”

  She tried to move, but I leaned forward, placing my
hand on her chest then inching closer to her while gripping my cock.

  “Open your mouth.”

  Her blue eyes drifted toward mine, then those pink lips opened in compliance.

  I gently and carefully slid my length onto her wet tongue, allowing her to taste herself. The humming sound she made vibrated down my shaft, tearing a groan from my chest.

  She wrapped her lips around me, using her hand to twist around the base, then she sucked and fucking sucked until I was about to explode down her throat. Ready to pull out of her mouth, I began to withdraw my hips. She let go with a pop of her lips and her brows caving in.

  “I said I wanted to taste you. That means all of you.” She narrowed her eyes then grabbed for my erection once more, opening her mouth and swallowing my hardened cock. I couldn’t hold back. I pressed forward, hitting the back of her throat while groaning my release.

  Her eyes bore into mine while she swallowed every last drop of my seed, moaning every fucking second. Once she had completely taken everything, she let me go and used her tongue to lick the top of her lip.

  “You taste fucking delicious too.”

  I met her smile with a broad one of my own and then shook my head in disbelief. Taylor fucking Beck was in my bed. She had just had her mouth on my cock, and she’d enjoyed it. I’d had wet dreams about this a year ago, and now it was happening. It was too surreal to comprehend.

  “Let’s get cleaned up.” I bent down and pressed a kiss to her hairline, nervous about kissing her lips. I’d stolen plenty of kisses from her, but I was ready for her to give them up freely, and part of me still worried she’d pull away.

  “Taylor Beck, here to see Dr. Kline,” the pregnant woman at my side said shyly to the woman behind the glass.

  The woman at the reception desk clicked a few screens before smiling at Taylor.

  “Go ahead and leave your sample, then come back and he’ll be right out for you.”

  Taylor turned toward me and gave me an awkward smile. “I have to go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”