King's Toy (Merciless Kings Book 4)

by Piper Stone

  I wanted the moment to go on forever, but he obviously had other things in mind. When he pulled away, he laughed darkly, shaking his head ever so slowly.

  “How am I going to do that?” he huffed then pulled away, ripping my dress over my head and tossing it. I was shocked at his fervor, flutters taking over my entire body. Then he wrapped a single finger around the thin elastic of my panties. With one easy, quick snap of his wrist, they were ripped from my body leaving me completely naked, exposed for him to do anything he wanted.

  “Uh-huh.”

  Wasting no time, he pulled me toward the bed, sitting down and yanking me over his lap, tossing my heels aside. “This is how I deal with mischievous girls who refuse to obey me.”

  As he brought his hand down, cracking it across my bottom, I kicked out, refusing to give in. I struggled in his hold, fighting to slide off his lap. He was having none of it, snagging my wrist and wrapping one of his muscular legs over both of mine. There was no way I was going anywhere.

  “Nice try, little rebel. You’re going to pay for that.” He brought his hand down in rapid succession, moving from one side to the other.

  “Ouch! No fair.”

  “Remember what I told you before.”

  There was nothing fair in the world of the King family. I couldn’t help but smile, even as the stinging sensations turned into pain, vibrations shooting down both legs. He peppered my ass cheeks with one savage strike after another. I ground against him, the feel of his throbbing cock stealing my breath.

  I fisted my hand, yanking on my arm in some crazy attempt to get out of his hold. He responded by slipping his finger down the crack of my ass.

  “Are you wet for me, little rebel?” he murmured in a husky voice.

  “Yes.”

  “Yes?”

  “Yes. Sir!” I closed my eyes as he smacked me long and hard, the pain shifting into anguish. But I was hot and wet, my pussy clenching and releasing to the point I was certain I’d have an orgasm.

  “You will learn absolute respect and I’m the man to teach you.”

  Panting, I realized I couldn’t fight him any longer. As he caressed my skin, brushing his fingers from one side of my blistered bottom to the other, the heat combusted. When he slipped his fingers between my legs, teasing my swollen folds, I was ready to beg him to fuck me.

  “I can’t wait to fuck you in that tight ass of yours. Would you like that?”

  “Yes. Yes. Yes!” I would do almost anything to have his cock buried deep inside of me.

  A short laugh rushed up from his throat as he thrust his fingers inside, teasing me relentlessly. Then the bastard continued the spanking, every smack harder than the one before. I was on fire and there would be no way I could sit comfortably for a day. Hell, maybe a week. The man made me crazy as he taunted me, pushing me to the point of no return.

  “That’s enough. For now.”

  His words echoed in my ears and I was cognizant that he’d eased me to the floor on my hands and knees. I peered up at him as he stood in front of me. I couldn’t help myself, crawling toward him and rubbing my hands along the insides of his legs.

  He dragged his shirt over his chest and shoulders, tossing the unwanted material.

  I bit my lip and removed his shoes, brushing my fingertips up to his throbbing cock. As I glanced into his eyes, I threw him a naughty girl smile and tugged on the zipper. He allowed me to peel away both edges of his trousers, yanking until I was able to free his cock. When I darted my head, dragging my tongue around his cockhead, he rewarded me with a husky growl.

  Meowing, I pulled his pants down the length of his legs, freeing him completely. I could admire his gorgeous body all day, but my hunger was too great. I slipped my hand between his thighs, rolling his balls in my fingers. I could tell by the way his chest heaved, the wired look on his face that he was only going to allow me to play for so long.

  I raked my nail up and down the underside of his cock, swirling it around his engorged tip, marveling at the way his shaft throbbed, his veins pulsing. Unable to resist, I engulfed the tip, using my strong jaw muscles to suck.

  “Fucking hot mouth, baby. I could have you suck me for hours.” Vincenzo fisted my hair, holding me in place as I took him down an inch at a time. He was so large, filling my mouth completely.

  A few beads of precum slipped into my mouth, the taste exquisite. Every muscle was tense from anticipation, my heart hammering against my chest. I couldn’t believe I was so lightheaded, famished from the hunger enveloping my body.

  I squeezed his balls, using enough pressure he threw his head back and growled. I adored the way his body reacted to my touch and I could tell his needs were increasing to the point of no return.

  Only seconds later, I was proven right. He reached down, lifting me into the air. Moaning, I wrapped my arms and legs around him, shifting back and forth across his cockhead.

  A savage smile crossed his face as he stormed toward the dresser, raking his hand over the items on the surface. As they came crashing down, he planted me on top, spreading my legs wide open. “Oh, God. Oh…” I smacked my hands against the mirror as he jerked my bottom to the edge, pushing my legs up and out. When he lowered down, wasting no time dragging his tongue up and down my slickened pussy, I couldn’t hold back a series of whimpers.

  “Mmmm… Wet and hot and tasty. Just like I enjoy.” He swirled his tongue around my clit, almost immediately pushing me into an orgasm. “You aren’t allowed to come until I give you permission.”

  Who was he kidding? There was no way I could hold back. Stars and swirls in vibrant colors whirred around my head as he feasted on my aching pussy, burying his head and thrusting his tongue deep inside. I was thrown into utter rapture as he feasted, licking and sucking on my tender tissue. Within seconds, I knew there was no way I was going to be able to hold back.

  “Please. Can I… come?”

  He continued licking, his actions becoming more brutal.

  But he didn’t answer me.

  Gulping for air, I closed my eyes, fighting desperately to keep from disobeying him. I was losing the battle, a climax ready to erupt. When he thrust his tongue inside, driving so deep that my muscles clamped around the invasion, I couldn’t stop my body from shaking.

  “Please. Please. Please. I’ll be good. I’ll…” I couldn’t think clearly or finish the words.

  He brushed his mouth across my inner thigh then finally issued a command. “Come for me, little rebel. Come hard.”

  The eruption was immediate. I bucked up from the dresser, the climax so overwhelming. There was no way to describe my body’s reaction as the orgasm smashed into me, electricity erupting in every cell and muscle. My scream was bedraggled and the pulsing light in my periphery of vision blinding.

  One erupted into two then a third as he continued to lick me, shifting his face back and forth. Finally, my scream was no longer silent, the sound floating toward the ceiling.

  “Oh! Yes!”

  He refused to stop licking until my body no longer shook violently, but the man was as impatient as always. After rising to his full height, he forced me to watch as he dragged his tongue across his lips.

  Then he placed the tip of his cock just inside my molten heat, planting his hands on either side of me, his smile completely carnivorous. “Now I fuck you.”

  When he thrust the entire length inside, I was blown away by the dazzling sensations. I clawed his shoulders in some crazy effort to hold on as he pulled out, slamming into me again.

  And again.

  “I could fuck you for days,” he huffed, staring in my eyes as he moved into a sweet and delicious rhythm, pumping into me like a wild man.

  Everything about the moment was intense, more passionate than ever. His muscles strained, his face twisting from his increasing hunger. He was so rough, taking exactly what he wanted.

  What belonged to him.

  A toy.

  A possession.

  His woman.

  I l
oved every second of the way he fucked me, bringing me to another orgasm with seconds. “Please. Another. I…”

  “Mmm… Come, sweet baby. Slicken my cock with your juice.”

  His command rattled through me as another even more powerful orgasm jetted into me. I was on fire and so alive, shaking to my very core at just how powerful our connection truly was. Another wave of exhaustion settled in as the series of orgasms finally subsided.

  “Oh, my. I…” I laughed from being unable to put a coherent sentence together.

  He pulled away, gazing into my eyes. “My beautiful baby. All mine.”

  I took several scattered breaths but when he backed away, I whimpered, reaching out to him. When he turned me to face the dresser, I smacked my hands on the surface, now gasping for air. Our combined reflection was so beautiful, the light from behind us highlighting a couple in love.

  When he pushed his cockhead inside my darkened hole, ready to fill me completely, every part of me trembled.

  He slipped his cock inside, pushing past the tight ring of muscle. Shuddering, I couldn’t take my eyes off him.

  My muscles expanded, the pain instantaneous. “Oh, God. Oh…”

  “Breathe for me, little rebel,” he whispered, thrusting the remainder inside.

  The rush of anguish was white-hot but within seconds, the sweet release of pleasure took over, filling me with a moment of ecstasy.

  As he pumped in and out, I bucked against him, finally meeting every hard thrust with one of my own.

  “Tight. Hot.” His eyes were dilated, his jaw clenched. I could tell how hard he was trying to hold back.

  The mischievous girl inside of me took over. I clamped my muscles, offering him a sly smile. “Come inside of me,” I commanded.

  As a smile crossed his face, he shook his head. “Bad girl.”

  “Uh-huh. I mean, yes, sir.”

  When he threw his head back, his incredible deep roar was the sweetest music I’d ever heard. Then he filled me with his seed.

  As he held me tightly, refusing to let me go, I said the words once again, my heart swelling from the way I felt deep inside. “I love you.”

  He lifted his head, his eyes more penetrating than before, and for a few seconds I was afraid this was the end.

  “And I love you, little rebel. For now. For always. You belong to me and I will never let you go.”

  I realized that I’d found a home. Not for a little while but forever because he was my home.

  My dangerous monster.

  My passionate master.

  The man I loved.

  Vincenzo

  Trust. Respect. Loyalty.

  These were the things I demanded from my soldiers as well as everyone employed within our organization.

  I’d come to find respect of my own during the last few weeks. Did that make me a better leader? Perhaps.

  Business.

  My life had been all about keeping business on track, ensuring that the King family profits continued to grow. Even though I was the playboy, I’d proven my financial acumen as well as my ability to weed out our enemies one by one. What had surprised me more than anything during the last four weeks since my mother had ended Enzo’s life was that business had taken a back seat to what I really wanted out of life.

  Joy.

  Passion.

  Acadia.

  She was my light, the breath of fresh air that had been missing. I couldn’t imagine spending a single day without her by my side.

  Were there days I continued to look over my shoulder, something Acadia accused me of having to endure? Sadly, yes, but after using our contacts to sweep the cities where we operated businesses as well as checking with every informant we had, there was no indication of another planned attack.

  However, the King family would always be watchful. There would be another enemy rearing his ugly head, trying to take what belonged to us. And we would deal with it.

  The King way.

  For now, I made it clear I was going to narrow my focus on business, if only for a period of time. I had… more important things to do.

  A smile crossed my face as I nodded toward one of the stewards to take our bags. My lovely toy remained in the front seat of the convertible, obeying me without question. She’d enjoyed the time we’d spent together, but I’d sensed she wasn’t yet complete, a part of her rebellious side missing.

  I’d surprised her by having her things brought to New Orleans, hoping her music would entice her into blossoming once again. While she’d gifted me with the sound of her voice on more than one occasion, I doubted she’d bothered to call the producer’s number. That was up to her, a promise I made her.

  When I opened the door, she lifted her head, her lovely mouth pursing.

  “Are you ready?” I asked as I took her hand into mine.

  “That depends.”

  I laughed from her answer as I pulled her onto her feet. “You are such a hardhead.”

  “Oh, no. That title goes to you. Are you going to enlighten me now or make me wait?”

  “And you have no patience.”

  “Pot calling the kettle black,” she huffed.

  As I wrapped my arm around her, the scent of her perfume created a flash of vibrations. I couldn’t seem to get enough of her. “Be careful, little rebel. Remember I can punish you anywhere at any time.”

  “Maybe I don’t want to be careful.”

  I couldn’t stop smiling as I led her forward. “Take a step up. Now a second.”

  She grasped my hand, squeezing, giving me all her trust. “How much further?”

  “Almost there,” I whispered in her ear, guiding us a few additional feet. “Here we go. Are you ready?”

  “I was born ready.”

  “Yes, you were.” As I untied the blindfold, I glanced at the beautiful, sunny day. There were only a few clouds in the sky, white and puffy. It was a perfect day for a sail to the Caribbean.

  She blinked several times and pushed hair from her face. Then she cocked her head, walking closer to the edge of the dock. “Rebel’s Cause?” When she turned toward me, her mouth was slightly open, her eyes shimmering with tears. “What did you do?”

  “I just thought you might enjoy a little trip to the islands.”

  “But you hate the water.”

  “Maybe. Maybe not.”

  I kept the smile as the steward approached, a bottle of champagne in his hand. “Thank you, Chad.”

  “Yes, sir.” He backed away, smiling at the sight of my lovely rebel.

  “What’s this?” she asked.

  “Given this is Rebel’s maiden voyage, you must christen her.” I handed her the bottle of champagne, desire roaring through me.

  “Hmmm…” She approached the boat, giving me a glance and a wink. When she smashed it against the side, she burst into laughter.

  Chad took the remains from her hand. “We’re ready to sail when you are, sir. And I have the beverages you requested on the top deck.”

  “Excellent.” I took her hand. “Are you ready for an adventure?”

  “Why do I feel like you have something up your sleeve?”

  “Because you know me too well.” I guided her onto the boat and to the top deck, watching as she immediately moved to the railing, leaning over.

  “This is incredible. I can’t believe you did this.”

  I grabbed the two margaritas, flanking her side. “A toast.”

  “What are we celebrating?”

  “Anything we want.”

  She took the drink from my hand and when our fingers touched, she issued a slight moan. “You surprise me every day.”

  “I hope I can always do that, Acadia.”

  We enjoyed each other’s company for a few minutes, remaining silent.

  As the captain began to pull the boat away from the dock, I turned to face her. “I wanted to show you a little house in St. Thomas.”

  “A house, huh?”

  “One I was thinking about purchasing.”
r />   “Any reason in particular?”

  “I thought it could be a perfect location.”

  “For what?”

  I rubbed my fingers across her chin, just enjoying the touch for a few seconds. Then I slipped my hand into my pocket. “I’m not a good man, Acadia. I’ve done some really bad things in my life, but you’ve shown me what living is truly about. I meant what I said weeks ago, I refuse to live without you.” As I held out the ring I’d purchased, she slowly glanced down then sucked in her breath.

  “What are you doing?”

  “I’m asking if you would do me the honor of becoming my wife. You are the light to my darkness, the good to my evil, and the only woman who’s shown me the power of compassion. Without you, I will never be complete.”

  Acadia wrinkled her nose, looking away for a few seconds, her breath skipping. I could see tears in her eyes, as if she’d made her decision. “There’s only one problem.”

  An instant sadness rushed into my system. I’d been a fool to think she could accept my life or the monster I’d become. “What’s that?”

  “I might have a meeting with the producer of the record company in a week. It would seem he’s interested in recording some country music.” When she tipped her head, her eyes darting back and forth across mine, the swell of pride as well as love was overpowering.

  I placed my drink on the table then took her hand into mine. “I think we can manage a little excursion. I thought we could get married somewhere in the Caribbean then enjoy our honeymoon in our new beach house. However, I will need your answer.”

  “So demanding.”

  “Absolutely.”

  A bright smile crossed her face. “I love you, Vincenzo. You are larger than life, a powerful and amazing man. But the joy you’ve brought me has nothing to do with money. What you’ve shown me is the man inside, one with a heart made of gold. I would be honored to become your wife.”

  My father used to say that my mother had grounded him. When I was younger, I thought that meant she distracted him from what he enjoyed doing, but I was so very wrong.

  The woman standing in front of me, the one with the glorious red hair and dazzling emerald green eyes was my life, my grounding.