American Street Kings: The Complete Series

by Bella J

  Reaching deeper, I pushed a finger inside her, and her body tensed against mine.

  “I’m not who you think I am,” she said between labored breaths. “I’m not—”

  With a yank, I jerked my hand out of her pants, placing a wet finger soaked in her arousal against her lips. “Shut up. I love your mouth, but right now I need you to shut it.”

  She bit her bottom lip, and my hand was right back in her pants, stroking back and forth through her folds while teasing against her entrance with the tip of my finger.

  She exhaled sharply when I filled her with two fingers, her hips moving on their own accord. “That’s right, buttercup. Fuck my fingers like you own it.”

  “Onyx,” she moaned, her head lolling back against my shoulder. My cock was hard and ready, and I wanted to fuck this woman right here over my goddamn Harley. But I wanted her cum on my fingers first. I wanted to feel her pleasure gush into my palm while her cathartic moans dripped from her lips.

  My thumb found her clit, and I circled the nub gently, giving just enough to take her to the brink of madness, yet not enough to push her over the edge. I wanted to play with her some more, torment her body until she could no longer fucking breathe.

  “Please,” she started to beg, her sweet plea feathering like a melody against my ear.

  “I love how you beg.” I continued to thrust my cock against her ass, the friction no longer alleviating, but intensifying the ache. God, dry humping was never my style, but right now it was everything and more, having her body against mine. Having my hand palming the apex of her thighs.

  “Let me feel you come on my fingers.” I pushed my thumb harder against her core, working her entrance. Moans rolled off her tongue and across her lips, her legs shaking as her climax started to build until I felt her inner walls tensed and her entire body went rigid as her orgasm peaked.

  “That’s my girl.” I continued to finger and touch her, determined to milk every last drop of pleasure from her body. Feeling her tremble with the last tremors of her orgasm was like an aphrodisiac straight from the belly of Aphrodite. Powerful. Potent. Intense. I didn’t think I’d ever wanted a woman as much as I wanted her.

  I forced her face up to mine by wrapping my fingers around her throat, and I kissed her gently, teasing my tongue against her lips. Her labored breaths collided and mixed with mine, and I wanted to swallow every rush of air from her mouth.

  “You shouldn’t have come back,” I murmured against her lips. “You should have walked away while you had the chance.”

  “Why?” Her voice was low and soft. Breathy.

  “Because you won’t get that chance again.” My tongue lapped against hers, exploring her taste while my hand remained between her legs—wet and slick.

  “I want to take you to my room, Dahlia. I want to take my sweet time worshiping every inch of your body until you beg me to fuck you.”

  Her body went rigid and her breathing stopped, no longer moving across my lips. “I can’t do this.” She pulled back, but I kept her in place, kept her from pulling away from me.

  “What’s wrong?”

  She shuddered, and her lower lip quivered.

  “Jesus, Wraith. What’s wrong? What did I do?”

  “Let go of me!” She yanked to the side, and I loosened my grip around her. “This was a mistake.” Her voice trembled as she fastened the button of her jeans. Her hands were shaking uncontrollably, and she kept moving back, farther and farther away from me.

  “Wraith, stop. What’s going on?”

  “Nothing. Nothing.” She placed a palm on her forehead, her eyes gleaming with unshed tears. There was no trace of the blush she had on her cheeks earlier, her face pale and expression pained. “I have to go. This was…oh, God, this was a mistake.”

  “Wraith, calm down.” I moved closer, and she kept shaking her head like I was a goddamn disease about to infect her if I got any closer. “Wraith.”

  “I have to go.” A tear slipped down her cheek, and that one drop of sadness cracked through my chest.

  “What the fuck is happening right now?” I was confused, my mind spinning at a million miles an hour. “What is going on?”

  “Nothing. Just…I have to go.” She got on her bike and started the ignition. My attempt at stopping her failed when she pulled into the street, speeding off without even putting on her lid.

  “Jesus Christ!” I hauled ass and jumped on my bike, pulling out my phone. She managed to get away from me before, but not this time. Not again.

  Chapter Ten

  Wraith

  The air sliced like icy blades across my skin. It was summer, but my body was cold, my hair flapping in the wind as I sped down the road, not caring that I wasn’t wearing my helmet. In fact, getting my head cracked open on the sidewalk would probably be less painful than what I was feeling now.

  I let him kiss me.

  I let him touch me.

  I let him get under my skin and take control of my body.

  The worst part? I liked it.

  I liked feeling his lips against mine. His hands against my skin. I liked how his warm breath feathered across my flesh, and how it set free a thousand butterflies inside my stomach.

  I wasn’t supposed to like it so much. I’d never liked or wanted a man’s touch like I did his. It was all wrong. It shouldn’t have happened this way.

  Scattered thoughts wrapped around my throat, making it hard to breathe. Every feeling that swirled around inside me was conflicting, creating havoc which slammed against my ribs. Onyx wasn’t supposed to be the one to make me feel what I was feeling while he was touching me. He wasn’t meant to be the man who would thaw the ice in my veins, yet he did it without even trying—without knowing he had to.

  God, nothing made sense.

  I swerved to the right, burning rubber as I sped through the streets. A glimpse in my side mirror was all it took for my heart to leap out of my chest. The light behind me was from a motorcycle. It was him. I just knew it.

  Part of me wanted to slow down, to let him catch up with me. But I knew the best thing for me right now was to get away from him. He was dangerous. A complication that had the potential to ruin what was left of me.

  I turned the accelerator, going faster, but he kept on my tail, refusing to slow down.

  Judging by the pain in my chest, I knew there had to be tears, yet I didn’t feel it, the wind sweeping them up or drying them out. Good. If I had to taste my sorrow, I didn’t think I’d be able to be strong enough to try to get away from him.

  The sound of his Harley got louder, and from the corner of my eye, I saw him ride up next to me. “Pull over!”

  “Leave me alone!”

  “No. Pull the fuck over.”

  “Go away, Onyx.”

  “Fuck!” He sped up and pulled in front of me, making it impossible for me to accelerate. He was blocking me off and slowing down little by little. Trying to go to the left, he moved in the same direction. He did the same when I tried to go right, desperate to overtake him.

  What the fuck was he doing?

  “Pull over!” He waved his right arm, but I didn’t want to. I didn’t want to pull over only to look in those blue orbs of temptation—a temptation I had no business succumbing to.

  I kept my bike steady behind him when I heard the sirens of a cop car. Fuck!

  “Goddammit!” There was no other option. I had to pull over. The last thing I needed was more heat from the cops.

  Onyx slowed down, and so did I, pulling into the parking lot of a building that seemed abandoned this time of night.

  I hung my head down without switching off the ignition, my hands still gripping the bars.

  “What the fuck, Wraith?” Onyx stomped in my direction when I heard the slam of the car door behind me. “Are you trying to get yourself killed?”

  I almost fucking laughed. “You were the one who kept on cutting in front of me.”

  “Ma’am, turn off the motorcycle,” the cop ordered as he appro
ached us.

  With a sigh, I switched off the ignition. I didn’t look at him when he stopped next to us.

  “Do you have any idea how fast you were going? And not to mention riding without a helmet.”

  Jesus. I did not need this right now.

  “Onyx, next time you call in a favor, make sure you don’t break a thousand and one laws.”

  I snapped my head in their direction, and I looked from the cop to Onyx.

  “Yeah. Sorry about that.” He reached out, shaking the guy’s hand. “Appreciate it, though.”

  The cop nodded. “Remember you owe me one.”

  “Excuse me! What the fuck is going on here?”

  “Ma’am, have a good evening,” he said, all fucking polite, like there wasn’t a giant question mark on my goddamn face.

  I got off my bike. “That was you?” I glared at Onyx.

  The smug grin on his face was enough to answer my question.

  “Jesus,” I muttered. “Of course it was you. Goddamn Kings run this city.” I turned and leaned with my hands on my bike.

  “I wasn’t about to let you get away again.”

  “So, you used a cop on your payroll?”

  He shrugged. “A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do.”

  “Unbelievable.” I sighed.

  “Wraith, what the fuck happened back there?”

  “Nothing.”

  “Like fuck, it was nothing. It was like you flipped a fucking switch.”

  I hung my head, closing my eyes. “The other night, you told me that if I knew what was good for me, I had to walk away.” I turned to face him. “Well, now I’m telling you the same thing. If you’re smart, you’ll walk away.”

  “Yeah, see,” he took a step closer, “I have this tendency to run toward trouble instead of away from it.”

  “That just makes you stupid.”

  He took another step. “And that makes you trouble.”

  I swallowed, biting my bottom lip.

  “Why did you run away from me after…after what happened back there?”

  The memory of how good his touch made me feel woke more butterflies inside my gut—a sign that this was all wrong and not supposed to happen. “Onyx, you don’t know me.”

  “Running away from me every time won’t fix that.”

  “My life, it’s complicated.”

  “All our lives are complicated.”

  “Not like mine.”

  He inched forward, his scent surrounding me, and I sucked in a breath. “I’m not one of those guys who believes in fate and shit. But somehow, when I look at you, I can’t help but think that this,” he gestured between us, “was meant to happen.”

  If only he knew how fucking wrong he was.

  “Wraith.” He stepped right up to me, and I bolted to the side, away from him. Being close to him was fucking with my head.

  His eyes narrowed. “What the fuck is going on? Did I do something wrong?”

  “No. Okay.” I pushed my fingers through my hair, leaning my head back and staring up at the night sky. “You did nothing wrong.”

  “Then what? Talk to me.”

  “I barely know you, Onyx. How am I supposed to talk to you? Just open up and tell you the soppy, sad story of my life?” Confusion collided with anger—anger I felt toward myself, toward the turn my life had taken, and how it was no longer my own. “That would be naïve of me, wouldn’t you say? To take the secrets I had collected my entire life and throw them at your feet, hoping you can save me from my sad existence.”

  “No. All I’m saying is to stop running from me.”

  “But you told me to, remember? The other night, you told me to walk the other way.”

  He darted forward, right up to me, eyes burning with determination. “And I told you that was your first and last chance of walking away. You don’t get another chance.”

  “Why?” I challenged. “A man like you can have any woman he wants. Or are you one of those guys desperate to find a broken doll to fix?”

  “Is that what you are? Broken?”

  “No. Not broken. Destroyed.”

  His irises darkened, like he had just seen all my secrets. As if he had seen the level of my destruction. “You’ve been hurt.”

  “And being with you will hurt me even further.”

  “Then why the fuck did you come back?”

  “I don’t know!”

  Onyx grabbed my arm and yanked me closer, pulling my body flush against his as his mouth came down, slamming against mine. His kiss wasn’t gentle. His lips weren’t soft and sweet. It was hard, firm, and it obliterated every inhibition I had. Memories of my past, the thoughts that always kept me prisoner, kept me from being with another man were gone, replaced by an inferno of desire. I didn’t think it was possible for me to ever want a man’s touch again. But while his tongue claimed every corner of my mouth, his hands exploring inch of my body, all I thought about was how I wanted more. More of him. More of this moment. More of…us.

  I wrapped my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss, trying to tell him I needed more.

  His palms gripped my ass, forcing me harder against him, letting me feel how ready he was. Like before, our kiss was achingly powerful, a frenzy of lust and a need to leave the entire world behind while we indulged in each other.

  This was not part of the plan. Kissing Onyx and enjoying it was not part of the fucking plan. Yet here I was, kissing him, and so fucking desperate for more.

  I let my arm slip from his shoulder, my hand traveling down his abdomen, feeling the ripped muscle roped across his stomach. As I reached for his belt, Onyx moaned into my mouth, a guttural groan echoing in the back of his throat.

  “Touch me, and I can promise you there’s no way you’ll stop me from taking you.”

  My hand hovered by his belt while I heeded his warning, fingers gently tracing over his skin. I could feel his body tremble, feel his need radiate from him like waves of energy.

  For the first time in my life, I wanted a man to take me because I wanted him to, because I liked the way I felt when he touched me. For the first time, I wanted to be with someone without having the devil knocking at my skull with his evil claws. Right here, with Onyx, I didn’t feel the shackles of my past tying me down, making it impossible to move on. I didn’t feel disgust, or regret, or wish there was a way to erase my pathetic existence from this world. So there was no way I would stop now.

  I slipped my hand into his pants, and he groaned, his cock twitching as I took him in my palm, wrapping my fingers around his length.

  Onyx nipped at my ear, his breathing loud and labored. He squeezed my ass hard, like he was starved to feel me, the anticipation building and building, promising to take us where we wanted to go.

  It was liberating to be able to feel that, to feel the heat and fire—the thrill and the wantonness, rather than the pain and fear that used to accompany another man’s touch. This was what I had run from earlier, the fact that it felt so different than what I had been used to. The fact that I liked it and wanted more. A damaged vessel shouldn’t want to be filled. A used canvas shouldn’t want to be turned into a masterpiece when it had nothing but black painted on it.

  But this time I wasn’t going to run, not while my body burned for him.

  I wrapped my fingers tighter around him. “If you want me, then take me.”

  Without warning, he spun me around, his pants slapping against his skin as my hand yanked out. I was unable to breathe with the fire that burned inside me, his hands wasting no time in unfastening my jeans while his arms laid on my hips.

  “Put your hands on my Harley. Push out those hips of yours.”

  I obeyed. I obeyed like a little slut, a girl who wasn’t ruined enough to walk away from a man, and an act that would surely obliterate me. The inferno of lechery that burned with the flames of hell deep inside my core should have been a warning that I was playing with the devil. But I didn’t care. I didn’t give a fuck because, for the first time, I
was doing what I wanted to do, and not what the demons of my past or the master of my present wanted me to do.

  I placed my palms on his bike, and Onyx slipped his fingers beneath the denim of my jeans, jerking them down with a force evident of how much he wanted to fuck me right now.

  The summer breeze skidded across the naked skin of my ass, and I sucked in a breath when I heard the sound of his zipper. “Do I need a rubber?”

  “No.” I could hardly fucking breathe. “I’m on birth control.” I had to be.

  “I was hoping you’d say that because I really want to fuck you bare.”

  My skin erupted with goosebumps when I felt the head of his cock trace along the slit of my ass. “I’ve never wanted to claim a woman as much as I want to own you right now.”

  “Then do it.” I pushed my ass out even farther, my body primed and ready to take him.

  He nudged at my entrance with his cock, and I closed my eyes, the anticipation almost too much to handle. I was spinning out of control, my body and mind consumed with a haze of intoxicating need.

  “I really want to take my time with you.” His voice was hoarse and low, and I knew he no longer had control. “But not right now. Not when your body is so eager to be fucked.”

  I felt his cock slip down my ass one more time, and with a hard thrust, he plunged into me, a scream ripping from my throat as pain and pleasure collided deep in my core. His thick girth stretched me, filled me, completely possessed me, and I almost lost my balance, my knees weak and legs shaking.

  For a second, he stilled, not moving while he remained buried inside me. He gathered my hair into his hand, winding it up around his fist, pulling at the roots while I tried to sink my nails into the leather of his Harley’s seat.

  Slowly, he eased out, and with a grunt he sank back into me, only harder this time, deeper, letting me feel every inch of him. He filled me to the brim, and I never knew it could feel this fucking good. Every nerve ending in my body felt electrified, every muscle taut and tense.

  “More,” I begged, and he tightened his fist in my hair, rearing back before plowing into me again. “More!” I demanded, ready to scream. “Stop fucking teasing me and fuck me.”