Spiked Roses: The Complete Top Shelf Series

by Alta Hensley

  I was hungry for her taste. I needed more. I increased the intensity of my licks, pressing my finger harder into her, my deep moans echoing her breathy cries. The tension was building, building higher with every lick of her wet pussy. I could make her come. So easily, I could make her scream out my name right now.

  Her warmth drew me further and further inside of her now pulsing quim, a gasp of pleasure coming from her yet again. Anita’s body tensed as yet another orgasm brewed in her lustful little body.

  Withdrawing, I reached and pulled her up to a sitting position, my cock a fraction of an inch from her lips. “Open.” She didn’t hesitate, and the moment her lips parted, I pushed inside her mouth. God, it was heaven the instant her lips sealed around my shaft. “Suck me before I fuck you,” I demanded. The sensation of her tongue darting over my flesh, the suction every time her cheeks hollowed had me grinding my teeth. Sweet Jesus, it felt incredible. Enough! I had other plans. “Release.” Her soft mewl of disappointment hardened me further. Pushing her backwards and moving on top of her, unable to hold back any longer, I plunged inside the warmth of this woman and straight through her silky folds.

  Hearing her stifle her cry of pleasure mixed with pain, I stilled, unsure what to do next. I knew I wasn’t a small man, and usually the women I claimed all cried out. I’d never cared before about their comfort, but Anita was different. Her tight cunt squeezed around my dick, resisting my size.

  “Am I hurting you?” I asked in a whisper against her face as I kissed her closed eyelids.

  Preparing myself to be told she couldn’t take my size, I readied myself to pull out from her, but her knees squeezed against my hips, stopping me.

  “Please don’t stop,” she pleaded, her hips rising up to meet mine again, her thighs spreading further apart, welcoming my cock further inside of her.

  I didn’t move, even though my dick had a different idea. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  Anita thrust her hips hard against mine, driving me deeper inside her no matter what. “I do. Hurt me, Kenneth. Fuck me so hard I cry out for you to stop. And then when I do cry out… fuck me even harder. I want to feel the pain. The bite of your cock until I think I can’t take another second. Don’t be gentle. I don’t want fucking gentle. I want the fucking thorns!”

  Her words filled me with an animalistic hunger unlike any other, and following her direction, I plunged my throbbing dick deeper inside the tightness of her clenching core, again and again, my entire body blazing as the ecstasy nearly destroyed any control I had.

  “Kenneth!” she screamed out in a mixture of carnality and pain, biting hard against my flesh, drawing blood as she did so.

  An erratic moan escaped my lips as I drove my cock again and again into Anita’s now drenched pussy. A sudden bolt of self-indulgence shot through me, shredding my control to pieces. Being with a woman so passionate, so utterly abandoned that she would leave a mark of her own lustful hunger, fueled me even further.

  She’d made me bleed. She’d fucking made me bleed, and I loved it.

  “Fuck me harder. Fuck me harder,” she said between breathy pants.

  I watched her breathing change, becoming fitful, deeper, her pouty mouth open and gasping. I followed her command and fucked her harder than before, smelling her arousal, feeling the temperature change in her body as her orgasm built again.

  She was greedy. She was a greedy bitch and I loved it.

  Feeling my own need for release growing by the moment, I wasn’t sure I could last long enough to hear her cry out again. Using my teeth, I bit her neck with a deep thrust of my cock, and it sent her soaring into orgasm. My cock drove deep into her pussy, feeling the inner walls quaking and rippling as they clenched around my flesh. I watched her skin flush to a rosy pink as the climax washed over her entire body.

  I held my breath as I pushed, going deeper with each motion. My heart thumped against my chest as the heat of her core wrapped around my cock. Soaked in her honey, I fucked as deep as her tight channel would allow, her hips thrusting against me, pulling more of my girth inside her.

  She arched her back, mouth open, howling into the room around us. Her pussy clenched around my thrusting cock, triggering my release, squeezing and milking the cum out of my body. It splashed deep inside her, filling her like a hot tide, washing her walls and trickling back to roll out around my still thrusting cock.

  I tipped my head back as a second wave of cum shot through my cock to fill her again. I kept rubbing her clit until the last wave subsided. Thrusting deep inside of her one final time, I finally completed.

  It took several moments for me to regain some of my control. I laid on top of her heavily-breathing-body as I steadied my pulse. With my face buried in her hair, smelling the orange blossoms of her shampoo, I questioned my sanity. Had I lost my fucking mind? What the fuck was I doing?

  I’d fucked her.

  No, I’d done more than fuck her. This was connecting. This was fucking connecting!

  Hopping off the bed, furious with myself for allowing my dick to win over common sense, I reached for my clothes and quickly dressed without looking at Anita once. I could feel her eyes on me. They burned. They fucking burned.

  “What are you doing?” she asked.

  “Getting dressed. The driver has been waiting.”

  Still not looking at her, I glanced around for my shoes that had been kicked off, my crumpled shirt, and my goddamn fucking mind that I had lost.

  “So that’s it?” I could hear the pain in her voice. “Fuck me, and rush out the door? Really?”

  “I’m not the cuddle and kisses type of guy, baby doll.”

  Yes! There was my fucking mind. I’d finally regained some control again.

  I saw her dress near my feet, and reached for it, tossing the bundle of fabric at her as she still laid on the bed.

  “You need to get dressed.”

  In the corner of my eye, I could see that she at least followed my orders and did so. I finished getting ready, gathering up our stuff, and tried my best not to glance her way. I wanted to kiss her again. I wanted to fuck her again.

  No!

  No!

  I had fucking lost my mind.

  “We just had sex! And you are telling me we have to rush out the door!” Yeah, her hurt was quickly changing to outrage.

  “I told you we had to get back to New Orleans.” I looked at her face for the first time since fucking her. Her voice may have been filled with rage, but I could see the pain in her eyes. Tears burned behind the beautiful brown. I knew it. She felt used. I could see that. I had seen it before many times before with all the other women I’d fucked.

  Had I used her? No. Yes. No. Fuck. I didn’t know.

  “What the hell? We just had sex! I’m not asking for cuddles and kisses, but maybe a fucking moment to breathe before you are tossing clothes at me and telling me to get out the door.”

  “Let’s not make this a thing.”

  “A thing?”

  “Yeah, I don’t have time for emotions.” I was such an asshole. A fucking asshole. I wouldn’t blame her for one second for hating my ass.

  I was dressed, things were gathered, and I reached for her shoes and passed them her way. She snatched them from my hands shooting daggers at me.

  “Why are you doing this? You are a powerful man. You could fix this if you wanted to. I know that you could. You don’t have to do this.” Her face, and her words pained.

  “It’s what is right. I’m a man of my word. Spiked Roses will always be trusted. If I bend the rules for you, then I set a precedence that will be the end of the club. Do you think I should risk everything for you?”

  Anita bit her lip nervously, her stare lowering away from mine as she stood from the bed. She too was finally dressed with shoes on, so at least we were moving in the right direction.

  “Would that really be so awful? You know damn well what is in store for me. You know Marco. He may even kill me just to set the precedence as you call it. Ple
ase, Kenneth. Stop for a second and listen to me. I understand you are a man of your word, but what about decency? Mercy? I mean, Jesus! We just fucking had sex. You had your cock buried up my ass last night. We’ve kissed. There is more going on between us, and you can’t just treat me like a package that means nothing to you. I know there is something inside you that is agreeing with me. You didn’t just fuck me and not care. You may be a bastard, but I could see it in your eyes. I could feel it as you kissed me. You don’t want this. You don’t want to deliver me to Marco and you know it. You don’t want to see me dead.”

  I watched this woman before me, her words stabbing at my heart because I could see the fear in her eyes, and I could hear the slight tremble in her voice as she tried to reason with me. “I’m not going to allow him to kill you.”

  Anita looked up at me as she took a step forward, our gazes meeting. “But as long as he doesn’t kill me, you don’t care what he does. No matter how awful it is? Is that what you are saying?”

  “I’m saying it is none of my business what happens behind closed doors. You knew what you were signing on to. And if you really do fear for your life, then why the fuck aren’t you giving back the money? Did you spend it already?”

  “Not really,” she mumbled, looking back at her feet.

  “What does that mean? Do you have the money or not?”

  “Yes, but I need it.”

  “Are you in some kind of trouble? Drugs?”

  She looked up at me, clearly offended. “No, of course not. I’m not a fucking junkie if that’s what you think.” She took a deep breath and continued with less venom laced between her words. “I have a dear friend who will be in need of money soon. I have to plan for it. It’s why I agreed to go to The Tasting Room to begin with.”

  “Why does your friend need the money?”

  “She just does. Does it really matter to you?” she snapped.

  “No. You’re right. I don’t give a fuck.” I slung my bag over my shoulder and walked into the hallway, needing to breathe air that didn’t have the intoxicating smell of Anita Kyle.

  “Where are you going?” she yelled after me.

  “New Orleans.” I yelled back, my steps quickening. “Come on. Make sure you have all your stuff. Let’s get going.”

  I heard the sound of the hotel door closing and the pitter-patter of her feet running after me down the hallway. When she caught up to me at the elevators, she looked at me with pleading eyes. “I’m asking you to not do this.”

  I ignored her, struggling to not stare into those hurt eyes that ripped my heart in two. Watching the numbers above the elevator climb at an agonizingly slow pace, I could feel her gaze burning into me.

  “You don’t have to be Marco’s bitch you know.” She huffed. “And here I thought you were a powerful man. Someone to fear, respect, and maybe even admire. You aren’t nothing but a pussy, doing the bidding of a truly powerful man.”

  The elevator doors opened, and I shoved her not so nicely inside.

  “I hate you,” she hissed through clenched teeth.

  “Good.”

  Hate was far better than whatever the fuck else was happening. Yes, I choose hate. Hate.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Anita

  I quietly sat in the back of the car and stared out the window as we passed the highway markers at a rapid speed. I was unsure what I should say to Kenneth now. I had never allowed such passion, hunger, and unrestricted lust with any man before. Now that I had, I wasn’t sure what was next. He didn’t seem to even care that we had just had sex. It was a fuck and nothing more for him. But did I really expect anything more? And what did I really want from Kenneth? Cuddles and sweet words of love? No. No, I definitely didn’t want or expect anything sentimental, or caring from this man.

  I refused to give even the littlest part of me to a man, or at least I always had believed that in the past. Every day of my life, every single moment was forced. People forced me, the universe forced me, life forced me to count on me. Me alone. No man ever would enter my heart. Impossible to have a broken heart if you never opened the heart to be broken in the first place.

  Yet… there was nothing forced about what just happened. No, I’d wanted it. I’d begged for it. And even now, with his seed still seeping out of me, I wanted it again. Harder, longer, and with more domination than before. Oh God… I craved his control over my body that willingly surrendered.

  “You can talk to me you know,” Kenneth said to me as he righted himself in the seat beside me. “This is going to be a long trip if you insist on a childish silent treatment.”

  “I have nothing more to say. I said it. You chose to not hear me.”

  “I heard you.”

  “Fine. You chose to ignore me.”

  “Yes, I chose to ignore you.”

  Silence surrounded us again as the day passed us in a whirl of fast landscape, and my thoughts drifted back to the wild sex that still lingered between my legs. Having been held by Kenneth’s arms hours before, his lips on my pussy with such skill, driving me to pleasures I never dreamed existed, I ached to again feel such intense animalistic pleasure.

  We had been on the road for hours, my thoughts and memories of what had happened with Kenneth tormenting my mind. But he was still a bastard. Kenneth Saxon was a goddamn bastard. I had to remind myself of that fact.

  “Why?” I finally blurted out, not being able to sustain my vow of silence.

  Kenneth looked over at me to quickly meet my eyes. “Why what?”

  “Why do you care so much about Spiked Roses and its reputation? You have all the money in the world, so why do you care about a damn club?”

  “First of all, how do you know I have all the money in the world?”

  “Don’t you?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

  “I suppose.”

  “So do you really need Spiked Roses? Aren’t you a big shot lawyer or something? Why don’t you focus on that rather than this shitty club that forces women to return to monsters to get pissed on?”

  He laughed and shook his head.

  “What’s so funny?”

  “Remind me to never pee on you. It clearly traumatized you.”

  “Wouldn’t it you?”

  He laughed again. “I mean, it’s not the end of the world. It’s just piss.”

  “Just piss?” I nearly choked on my own spit at the absurdity of what he’d just said. “You can’t be serious. Have you ever been pissed on?”

  Still laughing, Kenneth said, “I will make a deal with you.” He started laughing even harder. The thin laugh lines around his eyes seemed to accentuate the deep brown. If I weren’t so appalled at his belief that being peed on was no big deal, I could have found myself lost in their depths.

  “What kind of deal?”

  “I will tell Marco that he can’t kill you, and he can’t pee on you again.” Kenneth barely was able to say the last words of the sentence because a deep belly laugh escaped his mouth.

  “I’m glad you find this so funny,” I said as I crossed my arms against my chest and stared out the window.

  “Well, it kinda is funny. Just think the stories you can tell your grandchildren. It’s not everyday you get pissed on by a ruthless mafia king.”

  I tried to hide my smile. He had a point. A disgusting and twisted point, but I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of knowing I agreed. My experiences since starting to work at Spiked Roses would certainly make for an interesting story.

  “So why did you come after me and not send someone else. Surely you have staff or someone who could have done the drive.” I still wasn’t satisfied with his response. Why did he care so much? Didn’t he have better things to do than worry about where I was, or what I did or did not do?

  “If I didn’t do it, someone else would have from Marco’s camp. I didn’t want your life at risk. Plus, I learned a long time ago, that if you want something done right, you need to handle it yourself. We already had enough of a fuck up wit
h you bailing. It looked bad for the club. I didn’t want any other fuck ups to add to the mess.” He paused and looked at me. “Reputation is everything. I wasn’t going to allow you to fuck with the reputation of a business I worked really hard to build.”

  “I still don’t know why you care so much about that damn place. It’s just an overpriced bar and whore house,” I blurted.

  “Maybe so. But it’s mine. It belongs to me and my friends, and that means a lot to me. I don’t fail at anything. I succeed. So the last thing I need is to have people talking about a staff member taking the client’s money and running. The Tasting Room and the parties would be over for good. And if we lose The Tasting Room, it would just be a matter of time until we would indeed become an overpriced bar and whore house.” He looked out the window and released a deep breath. “But that’s not going to happen. Because like I said, I don’t fail at anything.”

  “Do you think it is right? What happens in The Tasting Room?” Why I asked or cared what Kenneth believed I wasn’t sure. Who cared what this asshole truly thought… but I did.

  “It doesn’t matter what I think. It matters to the men who are doing the purchasing, and the women who are doing the selling.”

  “But what do you think? What do you think of the men and the women?” I prodded on.

  He looked at me and studied my face for a few moments before answering. “Is this your way of asking if I think you are a whore?”

  I shrugged. “I don’t care if you think I am.” But I did care. I really did care. I didn’t want to be a whore. And somehow I had convinced myself that as long as I wasn’t agreeing to having vaginal sex, that I wasn’t truly selling my body. I had only agreed to be Marco’s pet—whatever that meant—but sex wasn’t in the contract. So, I wasn’t a prostitute. Or so I kept telling myself.

  “I think you do care or you wouldn’t be asking.”

  “Fine. Do you? Do you think I’m a whore?”

  He shook his head slowly as his eyes locked with mine. “No. I don’t. But that doesn’t mean that I like what you did. You never should have agreed to the things you did with Marco. It’s not who you are.”