by T. L Smith
“Can’t say I’ve ever had a woman giggle after I’ve undressed.”
“It’s not because of that.” My eyes take in his large cock. “It’s nothing, just something that popped into my mind. Don’t worry, your cock is huge.”
“Do tell…”
“Just that your cock is bigger than Chase’s.”
The room goes deathly silent, and I immediately regret that I told him. He shakes his head and goes to a suitcase. After sifting around in it, he returns to the bed with a rope in his hand. “It’s time to teach you some manners.”
What the fuck?
Last time he tied me down, he kept me there all night.
That will not happen again.
I go to get up, but he whacks the edge of the bed hard.
“That is not happening,” I say, pointing to the rope. “You clearly can’t be trusted with rope and limitations.” He looks at it, then back to me.
“If you talk about or even think about another man’s cock while I’m near you, you’ll be punished even worse. Now, turn around and stick your ass in the air.” He drops the rope and I hesitate, then do what he asks, getting on all fours. He touches my bare ass, rubbing it ever so slowly, circling it with his hand before he slaps me, hard, across my pussy. It stings and I yelp in surprise, but then something else happens…
… I like it.
A lot.
“See, there you are. Now, tell me, whose cock are you thinking about?” he asks, then slaps me again.
“Yours,” I scream.
“Wrong.” He smacks me again. I shake my head, not understanding but I am also incredibly turned on. “Say it.”
“Yours, Daddy.”
He rubs my ass and leans over my back, his cock near my entrance. “That’s my girl.” With two hands, he grips me under my arms and flips me over, pulls me until my ass is hanging off the bed, then leans over me, his face now so close to mine. Lucas doesn’t kiss my lips, but he starts kissing my body, then goes down again, taking one long lick, before he makes his way back up, paying special attention to my breasts. He sucks them hard, marking me. I haven’t had a hickey since I was a teenager. After another moment, he moves again and is hovering above me.
I take a deep breath as I look at him.
This devil, the man they call the viper, is about to fuck me.
And from everything I’ve heard, he does not have a good track record when he fucks women. So why am I here, with my legs spread, letting him do all the dirty things to me, while calling him Daddy?
“I’m going to fuck you now, and you better scream.” He smirks.
That’s when I feel him slide into my entrance. I bite my lip as he enters me and have to remember this is pleasure. I’m still wet from where he paid me special attention. It’s incredibly tight and I can feel myself gripping his dick, but it feels incredible.
I love it.
Most people would think I already love sex.
I don’t.
Actually, most of the time I detested everything about the job.
The problem was, it was something I had to do.
To bring in the money.
But this? How could I ever go back to meaningless, non-orgasmic sex ever again?
He starts moving, and it’s a nice rhythm, like he’s savoring the moment. No need to rush. He enjoys each and every stroke.
“Let me kiss you,” he says, his mouth close to mine. His phone starts ringing but we both pay no attention to it.
“No.”
Lucas nips at my chin instead, but keeps moving inside of me. “You’ll let me kiss you soon, you mark my words.”
I say nothing in reply because his cock hits a magical spot, and my back arches. He runs his hand down between my breasts to my clit where he applies pressure and slowly rubs as he fucks me.
“You better scream, sugar,” he whispers so low I almost don’t hear him. I’m too lost in my own world to comprehend words. But when he picks up the pace and his hand stays close and continues its circling, I come. And I scream. Loud. My whole body feels like it was overcome with an intense feeling of euphoria. One that I cannot believe I’ve been missing out on.
Lucas leans forward, his hand coming around my throat as he continues to fuck me. I still feel every inch of him inside me, as he squeezes my throat. My hands grip his to pull them away if need be, but he gives a gentle squeeze and locks his eyes with mine, so I move them away as he comes and everything about it is animalistic. It’s as if he is claiming me.
“You’re sleeping in my bed tonight.”
15
Lucas
Her mouth hangs open at my declaration. I know a few good ways to put that to use. My cock in her mouth, for one.
“If you still want some cock, have at it.” I wave my hand at my already hardening cock as she sits up on the bed. I’ve stepped away to retrieve my cell, as it hasn’t stopped ringing.
“You should take that call and leave.” She smiles sweetly but I know it’s anything but sweet. When I check the screen, it’s Sergio.
“Why would I do that when I have you in my bed.”
“I’m not sleeping in your damn bed.”
“Why not? It’s good enough to fuck in but not sleep?” I ask, shooting a text to Sergio, then walking back over. But before I can grab her, she bounces to the other side of the mattress. I step around, but she climbs back on and gets off the other side.
“You want to play a game?” I ask.
“I’m not sleeping in your bed,” she repeats with more vigor.
“You are.”
“I’m not,” she argues back.
I crack my neck from side to side, and she tracks my every movement. When I put my hand out to grip the window behind me, she follows that motion, which gives me enough time to jump and capture her leg as she tries to climb to the other side of the bed. It doesn’t take me long to pin her down and have her wiggling below me.
“If you keep that up, my cock will soon be back in your pretty little cunt.”
Her eyes go wide, and she stills.
“Good girl.” I pause and feel her right there, how easy it would be to slip right back into happiness.
I let her hands go but stay on top of her
Easy.
“Now, where are you sleeping?”
“Not with you,” she whispers. Then, before I can do anything, she has something pressed against my head. I feel the barrel and know what it is straight away. “Now, get the fuck off of me.”
I move my hand between her legs and feel her wetness. Sliding my finger between her folds, I bring it out and smell as I see my cum between her legs on her thighs.
“Go see a doctor.” She hasn’t moved the gun away from my skull.
“You smell sooo good.”
“Good. Now, get off me.”
“I could take that gun from you in a second and tie you to this bed in less than five. Which game do you want to play?”
Chanel’s eyes go wide, and I move quickly, ducking backward and hitting her palm, making her drop the gun.
“You’re going to behave now, right? Or do I need to tie you to the bed again for being a bad girl?”
“So help me God, Lucas, if you do not get off me now, I will never fuck you again,” she swears, trying to sit up.
“Fuck! Fine.” I climb off because that can’t happen. I like the way she smells and tastes way too much to let that ass go any time soon. The second I’m off her, she runs for the door. “Fuck, woman! At least put on some clothes,” I tell her as she gets to the door.
She pulls it open and looks back.
“Anyone who sees you naked, I’ll put a bullet in.”
She steps back in and closes the door.
“Now, clothes.”
“You’re a real controlling asshole, you know that?” She turns, reaching for her discarded dress, which is ruined.
“No.” She throws her hands up as I walk around and open my suitcase and pass her a shirt. “Put that on, then you can leav
e.” She does so, quickly, before she turns and bolts from the room, leaving the door open behind her.
Her bikini is still on the floor and I pick it up, then pad down to her room and knock quietly.
She opens the door, then goes to shut it immediately. “You’re naked,” she points out.
“Just in case you want me to join you,” I tell her, smirking. My cock is hard again just from seeing her, and she glances down at it while I take in the sight of her still in my shirt.
My dick twitches so much—it wants her.
I know, buddy, I want her too.
“Go to bed, Lucas. I’m sure you have things to do other than come here and annoy me.”
“Oh my God, Lucas, really?” We both turn to see Sailor with Wren in her arms. She’s covered Wren’s eyes but shakes her head. Chanel reaches for me and pulls me into her room.
“Tell me when you’re gone so I can kick him out,” Chanel yells through the door to Sailor. I walk up behind Chanel and press my body against hers, trapping her between me and the door. “Fuck off, Lucas.”
“Why?” I groan. “We could fuck here. Anywhere. You pick.”
She spins to face me. “I’m tired, and right now I’m wondering if that was a big mistake.”
“No, it wasn’t,” I assure her.
I’m addicted.
And addicted is not something you want me to be.
“Coast is clear,” Sailor yells.
Chanel holds the door open and points to the hall. “Out! Please. I need to sleep. Alone.” She emphasizes the last word.
“I’ll let you sleep tonight, but only so you’re ready for my cock tomorrow.” I saunter past her and out of the room, and she shuts the door as soon as I’m out. As I get to my door, my head is whipped to one side. When I straighten up to punch whoever that was, I see Keir standing there.
“Walk around naked in my house again with my wife and kid here, I’ll fucking kill you.”
“Fuck you.” I turn to him fully, and he looks down at my naked body, then to where I just came from.
“I put you in charge over there for a reason, Lucas. You’re usually business-minded, a little…” He pauses. “Okay, a lot fucked-up, but you do the job without questions.” I don’t back down as he speaks. “I’ve killed for less.”
“I’d be hard to kill,” I argue back.
“Of that I have no doubt. You may be faster than me, maybe even stronger. But when it comes to a gun, I will place the first bullet, have no doubt.”
I don’t, I have no doubt about it. I could probably take him in everything else, but not his shot. Keir is superb with guns, quite possibly the best shot I have ever seen.
“Now, walk around naked again where my wife can see you, I’ll chop it off before I kill you.” He turns to leave but pauses and takes a deep breath. “I like her. Don’t fuck that up either. Keep this one alive. We need her!”
I laugh as I step into my room and shut the door behind me.
I don’t kill everyone.
Only some of them.
Maybe.
Oh goddammit! I know I kill most of them.
Fuck.
16
Chanel
Even though I locked the door, I felt if he wanted to come in, he would have.
The next morning I get up early and go to prepare some breakfast—Sailor loves her fruits and so does Wren—but as soon as I open my door, so does he. Like he just knows.
“I’m awake. No need to come get me if you want to fuck.”
Gosh, what was I thinking last night? I was so stupid.
But, before that, he defended me, and for some reason my insecurities made me act. I don’t fully regret it. Despite Lucas being a sociopath, he is amazing in the bedroom. And what’s more he gave me my first orgasm, well, actually a couple of firsts. If I had clients like him, I’m not sure I would have quit.
“Chanel, can we chat?” Joey asks as he comes out of his room, his face a little red from where Lucas clocked him.
“She’s busy,” Lucas replies, stepping closer to me as my gaze bounces between them.
“I’m about to prepare breakfast. Can you talk while I prepare?” I ask.
“Keir has people for that,” Joey says, and I wave him off.
“I like to do it. Keeps me busy.”
“I can keep you busy,” Lucas declares as his hand slides to my lower back. He lingers for a moment before I remember to brush him off. Contact with him is not good.
It should not happen.
At all.
“You better watch your words,” Lucas warns Joey, and I scrunch my nose up as I turn to him.
“I can look after myself,” I tell him.
Joey is silent as he studies us.
Lucas looks down at me, a flash of his tattoo peeking out from under his shirt. When you see him dressed in a suit, you would never think his chest is fully covered in ink. He even has some on his ass. Though I didn’t get to investigate the tattoos closely, I saw them.
“Eyes up here, sugar, unless you want me to make you call me Daddy again.” My cheeks brighten, and I hear Joey cough and mutter out, “Too much information,” as he walks off.
“I’ll meet you in the kitchen.” But neither of us pay him any attention.
“Do you have daddy issues?” I ask Lucas. He leans in close. I always feel like he wants to test my boundaries, see how close he can get to my lips. I hate that I like him close.
“I have Chanel issues.”
I scoff but a smile pulls at my lips at his words. “That seems like a serious problem to have.”
“If you say so. Though, I don’t seem to mind if I get to taste the sweet-ass juices once in a while. You see, I get addicted.” He bites off the last word and leans farther into me, his mouth near my ear, a shiver wracks my body. “And once a man like me becomes addicted, you have nowhere to hide, baby.”
“You and all your nicknames,” I bark at him.
“Tell me, which suits you best?” he asks, standing back up straight. “Whore is a bit too much?” My eyes go wide at his words and my eyebrows tighten. “My whore, that is. Anyone else who calls you that will end up six feet under.” That doesn’t make me feel any better. “Okay, seems whore is out of the question. How you do feel about sugar?” He’s been calling me that for a while, but I still say nothing. “Okay. Baby?” I turn away from him and hear him call out, but I don’t turn around. “Mio per sempre.” I have no idea what he said, but I’m not hanging around to find out either.
When I get to the kitchen, Joey is at the counter with a coffee in his hand.
“The staff get here soon,” he comments, then nods to the coffee area. “It’s fresh.”
“Thanks.” I ignore the coffee and grab the fruit from the fridge and start peeling it.
“So, about last night.”
“It’s forgotten,” I tell him not giving him eye contact, I’m over it. But the words are still seared into my mind.
“I didn’t mean for you to hear it. It was for him only. Lucas is…” He pauses. “Lucas doesn’t care for anyone but his momma. Never has he shown any positive emotion for another woman, ever. He’s fucked some women, then let his men have a go too. So you see, you’re different. He gets angry at us over you, and I wanted to test him.”
“Test him?” I ask, confused by this conversation.
“To you, he may be one version of Lucas. To us, he is another. The Lucas we know works and works. Keir will never get rid of him. He may be fucked-up, he may have a dark sense of humor, but he’s never held interest in anyone like he has for you. And he is loyal, and does what is asked of him, no questions asked.”
I stay quiet at his words. Maybe he doesn’t ask questions because Lucas doesn’t have boundries. He’s proven that with me several times, yet here I am.
“He wants you, there is no denying that. I just had to make sure you weren’t going to end up in the bottom of some river,” he states.
“I can handle myself.”
“He tied you to a bed, I heard.”
“He did,” I say, plating the fruit I cut. “But he also let me go.”
“Because I told him to.” He pushes off the seat and stands. “I’m second in charge. Keir is our boss. Lucas, though, thinks he’s in charge…” He pauses. “In his part of his world, he is. But up here, he is not king.”
“Looked like he could take you.” I smirk.
“Lucas’ father wasn’t in with the families as close as what Lucas is. Yes, we’re related, but some are closer than others. He used to try to sneak into our house at night. We would go out, and eventually, we would fight. We always throw fists, so last night was nothing new. But it hasn’t happened for a long time.” Joey walks out and throws over his shoulder, “He won’t understand what you are to him. Hopefully, he doesn’t realize it too late.”
“I’m no whore either,” I call out to him.
Joey stops, turning around to face me. “I couldn’t care less if you were. I apologize again. It was the only word I could think of that would rile him up, and it worked.”
“Piper is arriving today. You’ll like her,” Sailor says, sitting across from me. Keir grunts from his seat and it makes Wren giggle as she sits on my lap, playing with her food.
“She’s your cousin, right?” I ask Keir, and he nods, gets up from eating, then walks to his wife. He cups her face and kisses her ever so tenderly on the lips before leaving the room.
“He and Lucas clash because they’re both assholes,” Sailor states, huffing a laugh. “But Keir respects his business.” She looks down at her stomach and rubs it. “Are you okay? I heard Joey talking to you earlier.”
“I’m fine. I’ve heard worse said about me.” I smile at her.
“I’m sure you have but know he didn’t mean what he said. They just like to rile Lucas up because they love watching him bite.” She smirks. “Sooo…” She eyes me and then moves her gaze to Wren on my lap and blushes. “… Daddy?” She can’t contain the laugh that bubbles up from her lips. “No judging, but Daddy? Didn’t see that one coming at all.”