KANE (Noir MC Book 1)

by Celia Crown

  Black boots thuds dully on the glossy floor, he searches for the room number in silence and effortlessly making it to the last room with another nurse walking towards him.

  The nurse drags her feet against the floor as she stumbles weakly pass him, blood-shot eyes betray the exhaustion in them as her complexion dulls. She doesn’t seem to be aware of her surroundings as she almost tries to phase through him if he didn’t step aside.

  He hears a mumble, “Electrolytes, need coconut balls. So hairy.”

  His hazel eyes catch hers and she unashamedly stares back. There’s no embarrassment in her face, only tiredness and a need for a bed to hibernate in.

  “Sorry,” she walks extra slow, taking a good look at him, “Need to feast my eyes on something good.”

  He turns in the breakroom with a confident step, and it isn’t what he expects a break room would look like.

  Nurses in bloodstained scrubs laying on the ground haphazardly without a care to the world, some choose to sleep uncomfortably on the chairs with either head on forearms or neck bent awkwardly on the back of the chair.

  The remaining workers sleep against the wall, including Honey.

  Her blonde hair tousled in a mop of bird’s nest, fatigue lingering on her soft skins, and dried blood on her scrubs. His heart skips a beat; seeing the aftermath of her doing everything to help people, whether they are saved or not, it’s a sight that shakes him to the core.

  The adjoining wall where she’s leaning on lets her support her forehead and entire body, it looks like a scolded child facing the wall for a timeout. The cabinet above her head is open, some paper forks peeking out with plastic wrapping around them.

  No one makes an indication of acknowledging his presence, or they are simply too dead on their feet to care about the looming appearance.

  Kane crouches down, hand finding its place on her neck while gently kneading the soreness away. Her chest raises with every breath as she sleeps on without a care.

  It’s when he hits a particularly tense spot that makes her shift out of her groggy state. She turns, swiping her forehead on the wall, and smiles dopily.

  “You’re here,” she slurs. “I missed you.”

  His hands go under her arms, pulling her into his chest as she protests weakly.

  “No, I’m not clean,” she said, but sticks her nose into the collar of his shirt.

  Kane secures his hands around her back and stands up for the both of them. He drops his dominant arm around her waist, supporting her weight as his other hand goes under her ass to compel her to wrap her legs around him.

  An uncomfortable silence surrounds them, Honey’s too out of it to notice the tension in his body.

  “You do the exact thing I tell you not to do.”

  She blinks her heavy lids, “What?”

  “Leaving,” he growls out.

  “Left you a note,” she mouths on his exposed neck, “Did you see?”

  “I did,” he answers plainly, walking out the room of sleeping nurses.

  “What the hell was that?”

  She hums for him to continue.

  “Your note,” he begins, turning his palm to her ass and squeezes punishingly. “It’s fucking vague.”

  “It’s an emergency,” Honey explains, she feels him turn the corner and the bouncing steps of him going down the stairs. “Didn’t have room to write more.”

  Other people in the hall are giving him funny looks, “Double meaning.”

  Fresh air fills their senses; being exposed to new oxygen and natural light brings some energy back to Honey as her blue eyes adjust the decreasing size of the emergency room entrance.

  “What’d you mean?”

  He steers to the bench under shading trees, “I thought you left me.”

  She jerks her head away from his neck and her eyes widen in panic, “I didn’t! I wouldn’t do that!”

  He knows.

  He sees the wheels turning in her eyes, voice stumbling over words as she tells him her side of the story.

  ‘Need to go’ was supposed to somehow convey the message of her leaving but would come back. Looking back now, it’s understandable why he is upset with her.

  Everything happened so fast by the time she picked up the phone call. A woman on the other line quickly explained how she got the number from the chairman at her hospital.

  A series of back and forth phone calls, and seemingly unrelated connections, the woman came to the conclusion of Honey’s mom living in Nevada, the hospital just outside of the state, and the off-chance Honey is close enough to get there.

  A five-vehicle traffic accident on the highway involving a freight truck, cars, and a bus full of children.

  Everything was hectic when she hung up after the woman told her that a car would pick her up with another doctor on route to the hospital.

  Too busy trying to find what happened on the highway that she hadn’t noticed she spent the majority of the time looking at reports and live news on her phone.

  She probably should’ve been clearer on the note she wrote, but she left her phone in his house, Honey reasons with herself feebly.

  Kane sits on the bench with her in his lap, “You do like to leave, don’t you?”

  She can’t argue with that because it’s in her nature to explore other things. Before Kane, Honey likes to drag Mavis to work down the wishes of her bucket list.

  She has Kane now.

  Honey doesn’t want to be anywhere without him.

  “I want to be with you.”

  He cups her cheek and brushes his thumb on her pale cheek, “Then stay.”

  Miami’s sunshine and beaches don’t sound too pleasing in her ears anymore. Marion, Nevada has their own charm. Quietness, endless unobstructed view of the starry night sky, and comfortably slow days.

  Mom is close by, people in the bar are all interesting characters that she likes to meet. Especially Bone, he’s got this odd charisma that city people doesn’t have.

  Her mom told Honey that everyone in the bar is one big happy family, and she believes her. Mom has never lied to her before, so she wants to put more effort into making a permanent home for herself.

  The house in Miami is burnt and gone. It’s a house in the general sense, it has house furniture and the things that make up a house. It never made it to home, it has always been missing something,

  Maybe she’s always leaving and returning to the house sporadically that she doesn’t have a special bond or any sentimental memories with it.

  Pushing her body up, using his thick shoulders to lift herself off his lap and presses her lips to his.

  It’s soft, innocent; a chaste kiss that conveys a promise behind her action.

  “Staying.”

  She smiles, radiant and beautiful.

  He falls in love a little more.

  Epilogue

  Honey

  Two months later.

  Kane is a sadist.

  No one can convince her otherwise.

  She’s shaking with exhaustion; her beautifully pink body trembles with heightened pleasure and her thighs are spread wide across his hip with his thick cock splitting her tight little pussy.

  A sheen of sweat coats her body as her nails rake his warm chest, leaving a trail of red lines in their wake.

  Her heart pounding with eagerness as his hungry gaze lingers between her legs, his thumb presses tight circles on her clit that has her squirming on his cock. Every inch of his girthy length is making her lightheaded, it’s so big and she’s having trouble not rotating her hips with his wicked thumb.

  Tears springs from her eyes, the stretch burns with euphoria as her pussy soaks his cock messily.

  “Please,” she whimpers beautifully, blue eyes begging for him to move. To do something, he’s been torturing her for a long time.

  Two months of sweet tormented filthy sex.

  This is something Kane’s been doing to her since the day at the hospital. He didn’t take her back to the bar, but straight
to his home and spanked her ass cherry red.

  On different days, he denies her the pleasure of coming. Sometimes he would extend the time longer, building up her tolerance, but at the end, he lets her come on his cock. However, he doesn’t stick to a schedule and lets her sit on the thoughts of whether that day or night would be his punishment again.

  If by chance she comes without his permission, he switches tactic and gives her mind-blowing orgasms that have her crying in overstimulation.

  It’s her punishment for that double meaning note.

  A demanding plunge snaps her out of her haze and cries at the rewarding relief. He takes his hand away from her clit and pinches her puffy nipple, she mewls miserably.

  The soreness and sick burn of her pussy make her eyes roll into the back of her head, her walls pulse rapidly, pulling the shaft deeper to kiss the deepest part of her cunt.

  His hand falls back to her clit again and slowly scrapes his nail against the slippery button.

  She hiccups a pained whine.

  “You can come,” he said, but she knows that satisfying release comes with intoxicating overstimulation.

  She doesn’t know which is worst.

  It doesn’t matter, Kane always takes care of her.

  She lifts off his cock and drops back down with a happy moan.

  His big hands claim her hips, holding them in place, and begin to feed more of his thickness into her small pussy. Kane’s intense thrusts jolt her bouncing tits to his lips and he latches on one.

  She squeals at his rough tongue, lapping the pebbled bud with vigor.

  In a position of control, she can only support her jolting body on his chest while his hips shove his cock deep in her cunt with ferocity. Her back arches, broken whimpers fill the room with indecent squelches coming from his thrusting cock.

  “Ah! Kane—!”

  His balls slap her ass as he picks up his pace, Honey tightens her body at the incoming pleasure. He hammers into her without mercy, her hips laid uselessly in his hands as he takes his pleasure from her sodden cunt.

  His thick cock expands, spreading her snug pussy to accommodate his hot seed pouring into her womb.

  Sparks fly behind her eyes as she screams silently with a shuddering body that she has no control over. Honey squeezes around him like molten heat, and he doesn’t hold back a deep growl.

  Honey watches his handsome face as he continues pounding in her greedy cunt, fluids clinging on his girth as it forces open her slits to wrap around him.

  She grounds her hips down on his thrusts, taking him deeper until her slippery nub drags across his pelvis.

  “Mmm.” her lips open, pink tongue licking her dry lips, “More, Kane. Please more!”

  His body jerks up from the bed, he flips her on the back and draws his hips away and fucks her. Strong hands hooking under her knees and bend them on the soiled sheets, he hammers her wet pussy in quick, strong thrusts.

  Her neck and chest are littered in licks, sucks, and bites from his mouth.

  She wails, thighs shaking in straining pleasure. Tightness coiling in her quickly as her cum coats his pummeling cock. Writhing body soars higher in euphoric desire with thumping blood, Honey feels the glimmers of fire wrecking her body with his demanding thrusts.

  Then, he lets his big cock slide out of her sodden cunt.

  Her blue eyes snap open and whimpers.

  “No.” red lips wobbles, teary eyes reflect a degree of dread.

  He’s starting again.

  Her gaping cunt twitching and empty, juices running down her spread hole obscenely. She eyes his leaking cock, throbbing and coated in her cream; she begs, whines, cries.

  Kane doesn’t relent.

  “Keep your legs open, I want to see my cum in your tight little pussy.”

  Finale

  Coming Soon…

  Vlad (Noir MC Series- Book 2)

  Synopsis

  “What’s not okay is that he was serenading a vase of flowers.”

  “What?”

  “They—” she swallows, “They wilted.”

  Mavis doesn’t have any interest in love, and frankly, she has complex organic molecules to worry about. She prefers not to socialize, but her work often catches the eyes of big pharmaceutical companies and greedy politicians. Shaking hands with them is a necessity, that’s why she books the earliest flight to the airport closes to her mom’s place the minute she hears ‘fundraiser’ and ‘black-tie’.

  Vlad may be the new president of Noir, but that doesn’t stop him from shoveling snow. He gets his hands dirty, he fights, and he will beat his enemies into submission if they even dare to insult his family.

  So, when a girl gets blown over by the snowstorm all the while ungracefully faceplanting herself into the freshly stacked snow, he helps her with his bloodied raw hands.

  One look and she fainted.

  Come check out more!

  Pretty Girl

  He was the most infamous mafia boss. Not a shred of remorse while controlling his empire with an iron fist and steel loyalty. Ruthless, calculated, and cold like the icy blues of his eyes. He would kill anyone who wronged him, and his words are absolute. His number one rule was that his princess was more important than himself.

  She was too gullible, too beautiful, and too small for her own good. Pardon him for being too protective. If his enemies thought they could sink their claws into his pretty girl, then they will feel the wrath of his name.

  Chapter One

  Eclipse was an upscale restaurant, but not too expensive that catered solely to insanely rich individuals. Clean, simple, and high-quality services. The restaurant appealed more to romantic fine dining experiences rather than casual eatery and family gatherings.

  Sophie rotated her sore ankles from her chair in the breakroom. Her white button-up uniform stretched across her back as she leaned her forehead on her folded arms that was resting on the wooden table.

  She wanted to remove her required two-inch heels along with the tight black skirt and sheer black stockings. If she had a choice, she would be at home with a bowl of cereal and binge on episodes of television.

  Of course, all the staffs were there from morning to evening because Valentine’s Day was one of their busiest days.

  There she was, fully clothed in uniform that was given to her when she first worked at the high-end restaurant.

  Women and men donned in fine clothing, sipping expensive wine, and laid on the thick seduction under dimmed romantic lights. Classy and beautiful, it was the only thing Sophie could describe them as, except the rare occasions of drunk guests and their slur of entitlement and superiority.

  She remembered one woman, face flushed and shoulder strap slipping, angrily listed all the influencers she knew and how they were on her side if she were to sue the restaurant for discrimination. She ranted on about how women can drink better than men, and they could take care of themselves. Then her heels gave out on her and she tumbled across the floor rather gracelessly.

  Sophie had to call a cab and help the injured woman into the car before paying for the fee when the woman grunted out her address. She shuddered at the memories when the woman’s acrylic nails dug into her arms when she helped her, all the while screaming of women equality and cheating men.

  That was also the day she met Alec Lafayette.

  A man that reeked of power and danger. His presence demanded respect and Sophie swore the man she was serving chugged down his glass of champagne as if it was water to quench his sudden thirst to throw himself at the newcomer.

  He was tall, well over six-foot, and strongly built from the broad chest to the even wider shoulders. The black suit tailored perfectly to his frame while the mop of dark hair slicked back so messily that it was sexy.

  What Sophie noticed before all his other assets was his intimidatingly cold blue eyes.

  His strong jawline was next but that was not the point.

  It was hilarious when she thought back on it. Women tossed their hair
around so obnoxiously she wondered if it picked up food on their plates, sultry eyelashes batting, and uncomfortable breasts enlargement through locked arms. Men smoothed out their suits, straightened their sitting position, and Sophie thought she saw a tie thrown on the floor.

  A waitress, loose buttons and erotic breathing, asked if he would like to be seated.

  Sophie tried not to laugh because she felt embarrassed for the waitress when the man ignored her, then she tried for his attention again with a provocative expression.

  It wasn’t funny when she realized his eyes was on her from the beginning.

  She felt like a prey under his heavy gaze, she had to awkwardly avoid eye contact because no matter how attractive his face was, the prickling sensation under her fingers demanded her to look away.

  Then the owner of the restaurant came flying out from the kitchen and she could tell by the tone that the man was an important guest.

  Another reason to not accidentally get on his wrong side with her staring.

  In theory, the more experienced servers take on their regulars and the important guests. She didn’t understand why the owner had suddenly ushered her to the most expensive private room where it was only reserved for special guests.

  The owner told her that the man was her only guest for the rest of the night and serve him whatever he asked for with the utmost respect and professionalism. It wasn’t like she wanted to serve him, but the man had specifically demanded she only serve him and to leave them undisturbed.

  She thought she was going to have gray hair from all the stress when she gets home.