The F King: A Bad Boy Romance (Still a Bad Boy Book 3)

by Ada Scott

  With them, I found what I’d been yearning for my whole life without knowing it. Family, love, future, acceptance, passion. It was incredible how I had to pretend to be somebody else in order to find myself.

  “Found you.”

  I looked up at Ryan and smiled. “Yes you did.”

  “Fuck you’re hot,” he whispered quietly as he leaned in and kissed me.

  “You’re not so bad yourself. You wanna get out of here?”

  Ryan stood tall again and looked back over the row of library cubicles, then shook his head before whispering. “I couldn’t have picked a better spot myself, seeing how busy the place is.”

  “Better spot for what?”

  Ryan took a small step forward so he was standing right against my chair, then leaned down and took my hand in his. He ran my hand up his thigh, then settled it on his pants, right on his already hard cock.

  “For me to give you something,” he said.

  My eyes darted around, and confirmed that we were at least visually secluded, even if there was a person in the cubicle next to us, and next to that. I dropped my jaw in a silent gasp at the naughty thrill as I turned back to him.

  His hand left mine and curled around the back of my neck, his thumb stroking my cheek. I kept mine exactly where it was, even stroking his hard bulge a little.

  “We can’t do this,” I mouthed silently, in contradiction to my actions.

  “Oh yes we can,” he mouthed back.

  I caressed his cock through his pants and bit my lip. With butterflies swarming my stomach, I cast my eyes around one last time for anybody who might have a line of sight on us, or security cameras.

  Seeing none, I brought my other hand up and carefully unzipped his pants. Every click of the slider along the zip made me wince and listen nervously for any sign that the person next to us had heard.

  When no such sign came, I reached inside under the watchful eye of my boyfriend. Ever since Halloween, he’d been insatiable, but then so had I, and now was no exception. After a moment of trying to figure out whether to try to push his boxers down, I reached in through the gap at the front and managed to disentangle his thick manhood from his underwear and pull it out into the open.

  I wrapped my fingers as far around it as I could and gave him a couple two-handed strokes, almost as in awe as I had been the first time I ever saw it. Before I was too far gone, I shook myself out of my trance and looked up at Ryan.

  “Make sure nobody is coming,” I mouthed.

  After a cursory glance down the row of cubicles, he mouthed back, “Make sure somebody is.”

  I gave him a defiant scowl and then pulled his cock towards me. Never taking my eyes off his, I slowly swirled my tongue around the swollen head until it was glistening with my saliva.

  With narrowed eyes and parted lips, Ryan nodded his approval, and I moved my lips near the base of his cock, snaking my tongue past the open zip and licking as close to his balls as I could. My nose led the way, nuzzling the underside of his cock as I licked from base to tip before opening wide and slipping him into me.

  Ryan disguised his groan of appreciation as a clearing of his throat, and rocked his hips a little to push himself deeper into the warm and wet confines of my mouth. I moved with him, sliding my lips along the head of his cock and as far down the shaft as I could without it hitting the back of my throat and making any unnecessary noise.

  Working my hands in unison with the bobbing of my head, I felt every beat of his heart through his throbbing length. Ryan brushed all my hair away from my face and gathered it into a rough ponytail at the back of my head, holding me tight.

  The mixture of my saliva and his pre-cum was soon dribbling along the length of his cock, making my hands slip freely as I jerked him off in tandem with my blowjob. I could feel the heat of him, the hardness, and squeezed my thighs together at the faint sensation of electric pleasure between my legs.

  I alternated with slow strokes, sucking him as hard as I could and swirling my tongue on the sensitive head, and bobbing as fast as I could, letting the ridge of his cock bump over my lips so quickly it was almost a blur. With every fiber of my being, I worshipped that cock.

  With each passing moment I felt his excitement, and mine, grow. I knew it wouldn’t be too long before the grip on my hair would pull even tighter, that cock would twitch, and my mouth would be flooded by his creamy cum.

  I wanted it all. This time I’d make sure none was wasted.

  The pull came, but instead of the sweet reward I wanted, he pulled out completely. I looked at him like he was a dirty thief, feeling the cool rivulets of our combined juices on my chin.

  “Bend over the desk,” he whispered harshly.

  I blinked in disbelief, but my pussy was aching for him and assumed control. “You’ll have to be quiet,” I mouthed.

  “Not me I’m worried about,” he said with that devilish grin I loved.

  I smiled back and stood, careful to stay crouching below the level of the cubicle wall, and pushed my chair to the side of the desk before bending over it. Ryan still had his hand wrapped around my ponytail. I looked over my shoulder and held his gaze as I reached up my skirt and hooked my thumbs into my panties, pulling them down to mid-thigh.

  “As hard as you dare,” I whispered and winked.

  Ryan leaned over me as I turned to face forward. A sheet of paper stuck to my hand, and I shook it off in frustration, before curling my fingers over the front edge of the desk and holding on for dear life.

  His free hand came to rest on the small of my back and I could feel my skirt getting lifted by his erect cock. It touched first the inside of one thigh, and then the other as it rose, steadily approaching my pussy.

  Finally, it touched both thighs a moment before that familiar hardness came to rest against my soft wet petals. Using his grip on me to help force himself forwards and keep me where he wanted me to be, my pussy stretched to a tight ring as his huge masculine presence made itself known.

  I bit my lip as hard as I could, but accommodating Ryan always pushed my body to its limits and I let out a sound that nobody would have been able to identify. Was it a grunt? Snort? Giggle? Squeal? I had no idea, but I let go of the desk with one hand and clamped my hand over my mouth as my eyes began to water.

  My cheeks puffed up with a sigh I didn’t dare let out and my eyes half-closed in relief when the swollen head of Ryan’s cock slipped inside me. After a couple partial-strokes, I felt his body pushing against my ass, and I was full of him.

  “Mmmm. That’s my girl.”

  He was speaking so quietly I could barely hear him, but every breath I took seemed to want to catch in my throat and turn into a moan of contentment or a yelp of pleasure. Ryan began sawing his thick cock into me with slow and steady thrusts and my eyes bulged with the need to scream my ecstasy.

  I looked wildly from side to side as if some kind of help might appear out of thin air. The only man who had ever fucked me took his pleasure from my body once again and soon he was thrusting into me with a steady rhythm.

  My face was turning bright red with the pressure building up inside of me and I adjusted the position of my hand so that my fingers were still pressing my lips closed but the heel of my hand was also forcing my chin shut. My skirt and Ryan’s pants muffled the sounds of our bodies meeting, but I was being tortured by my own silence.

  I was losing my mind, I couldn’t take this much longer. Tears were streaming down my glowing-red cheeks and a window-shattering scream of bliss was constantly trying to explode out of me.

  Like a soldier diving on a grenade, my pussy squeezed Ryan’s thick cock with all my might. The pleasure intensified and I squeezed my eyes shut against it.

  Ryan’s hands moved to my hips and his breathing came faster as he pounded into me even harder. A humming sound grew and drowned out everything else, as my need for oxygen threatened to exceed what I could suck in through my nose.

  With the humming came a brown fog that crept in around the e
dge of my vision, then suddenly swooped in as my pussy convulsed with a powerful orgasm. I tried to maintain control of my mouth, keeping it shut, but there was no way of knowing for sure.

  Triumph surged up within me as I felt the hot spurt of Ryan’s sperm in my depths. That meant I wouldn’t have to deal with too much more of this torturous pleasure when I floated back down from my own climax. I didn’t think I had the willpower.

  Ryan’s fingers pressed into my skin hard, pulling my body against him so he could force his cock as deep into me as he could to unleash his hot semen, until I felt it trickling down the insides of my thighs.

  The pleasure-hum started to fade away as he became still, and I felt my hand flop away from my mouth as the power of vision returned. I worked my jaw and licked my lips to the soundtrack of two people catching their breath as quietly as possible.

  “I’m sleepy,” I whispered.

  “You wanna continue your studies back at my place?” he asked.

  “Yeah. Studies. I fucking love you.”

  Ryan extracted himself from me and I was inwardly embarrassed at how hard I had to fight not to pout. There was plenty more where that passion came from.

  All that lust-filled attention, all that love, could be mine forever if I could figure out the right way to tell him the truth. If there was any right way. That risk was the courage-hurdle I had to fight my way over.

  Ryan

  Something was wrong with Sarina. It seemed like more than just stress over her next test, despite how much study time Millie was forcing upon her.

  Last night, after dinner, she kept on asking me things like where I’d go if I wanted to make a fresh start. She asked me if I loved her, and she looked like she was on the verge of tears the whole night, but wild horses couldn’t drag what she wanted to say out of her.

  For all I knew, this was just something that women did after being in a relationship for a few months. It certainly wasn’t something I’d seen the morning after any of my one night stands. I’d just finished booking a couple days away for the weekend after her test, hoping a change of scene would get her to come clean about whatever was bothering her, when a message came through on my phone from another unknown number.

  ‘This is what you get, cocksucker. Turn on the news.’

  My blood ran cold. Holding my phone out in front of me and reading those words over and over again, I picked up the remote.

  I could barely feel my fingers as I turned on the news channel. A solemn journalist stood outside somewhere, with the wind playing havoc with her hair and the word “Live” in the bottom right corner.

  “… again, authorities have not released the name of the victim, but witnesses are saying it is the most brutal act of violence they’ve ever seen.”

  The picture cut to something that might have been recorded earlier, a wide shot of Highston General Hospital… where my mom was. The journalist’s voice came through again, narrating the piece.

  “First was a shower of glass, narrowly avoiding expectant father Jeremy Pendergrast as he wheeled his wife into what was supposed to be the most wonderful day of their lives. Instead, something out of a horror movie rained down in front of them.”

  The screen changed to show a man looking pale and shaken.

  “Legs. Just somebody’s legs from, you know, the waist down. Oh God… they hit the ground right in front of us with just… this terrible sound… just… meat… the blood splattered out… my wife was screaming… I think I was too…”

  I dropped to my knees as the numbness from my fingers spread throughout my body. The remote clattered to a floor that sounded a hundred miles away as the journalist picked up with her voiceover.

  “A source from inside the hospital, who commented on the grounds that they remain anonymous confirmed that the upper half of the body, a woman in her early sixties, was found, having been crudely hacked in half…”

  Without warning, I vomited all over my coffee table, and struggled to hold on to consciousness as the world swam crazily around me. I pushed the table away as I shakily returned to my feet, stumbling to the kitchen before emptying the rest of my stomach contents into the sink.

  I could barely even feel the cold water against the fire on my face, as I ran the tap and splashed it on my skin. The burning in my throat from the bile was similarly untouched by whatever water I managed to slurp from my cupped hands.

  “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck…”

  My stomach cramped up again, but there was nothing left. I turned from the sink and doubled over. How had this happened? What had they found out?

  “What the fuck have I done?” I groaned.

  Around the solid knot of my stomach, I could feel anger spluttering like an engine trying to start while submerged in a swamp. With a shaking hand, I picked up my phone up off the floor.

  A knock came at the door, and I spun around so fast that I almost toppled over. I looked from the door, to the fire escape, then back to the door again for a couple of seconds, before taking a step in the direction of the fire escape.

  “Mr. Crewe? Police, open up!”

  I shook my head to try and clear it, but only succeeded in sparking a headache that cluttered my thoughts even more. After creeping up to the door, I looked through the peephole, and saw two men in police uniform standing on the other side.

  “Oh fuck.”

  “Mr. Crewe? Is that you?”

  I bolted for the window to the fire escape and heard a solid thump on the door behind me. The second strike splintered the door frame, and I heard footsteps sprinting behind me.

  A hand reached through the window, fingers scrabbled at my clothes, and I barely managed to get away, racing down the metal stairs.

  “Stop! Don’t move! Police! Fuck! Get down there!”

  I didn’t have to look back to know that at least one of them was hot on my trail. Their footsteps clanged on the metal almost as loudly as mine did.

  Fiery air burned in my throat, already sensitive from the stomach acid, and I had no fucking idea how I was keeping my balance, let alone achieving such speed down the steps. Yet, however fast I was going, the police officer stayed right behind me, occasionally telling me to “halt” but mostly saving his breath for the chase.

  My mind was whirling with complete gibberish, panicked and not making any sense at all. The only thing I could do was run, but after a while it felt less like reality and more like a nightmare, as if the fire escape was no escape at all, it just went on forever.

  I was on the verge of losing my mind and simply jumping off the side, when I came to a spring-loaded ladder. I jumped on it and it slid down until the bottom rung was only about eight feet off the ground.

  I jumped off the bottom rung, and dropped to the ground. My feet couldn’t have made contact with the concrete for more than a split second before I was hit from behind in a flying tackle that set off an explosion of pain in my back.

  Painful pins and needles tingled in my fingers until my knees hit the ground, followed shortly after by my chin, a crushing weight on top of me. I spun around, wincing at the protests from my back, to see that it was the other cop on top of me.

  “Stop resisting!”

  I launched as solid a punch as I could from my position, catching him in the chin, but without enough power to dislodge him. He retaliated with a punch of his own, and I heard my nose crunch. I saw stars when the back of my head bounced off the concrete.

  “Stop resisting!”

  The other police officer landed, and between the two of them they managed to flip me back over, get control of my arms and cuff them behind my back, before hauling me to my feet.

  “Fuckin’ hell! We came here because we had some bad news,” one of them said, pushing me along the alley towards the front of the building. “Your mother-”

  “I saw the fuckin’ news.”

  “Yeah, well… once you identify the body, we’re gonna have a big talk. You got something to hide, Mr. Crewe?”

  I hung
my head and watched the blood dripping from my nose, landing on my shirt. My extremities still felt numb except for a flare of pain in my back that flashed out to my fingertips every few steps.

  This was completely fucked. The Acardis would be waiting once the police released me. I’d be in the chains Giovanni had threatened me with. I’d never see Sarina again. My mom was dead and I’d never see Sarina again.

  This was all happening so fast that my head was spinning. One cop pressed down on my head as he bundled me into the back of the cruiser.

  I looked dazedly out the windows as my stomach cramped again.

  The cops got in the car, and the passenger cop turned to glance at me as the two of them pulled at their seatbelts. Before either of them could secure themselves, the sound of an engine from our left came loud and clear, and I stared into its headlights with less than a second to prepare for impact.

  The noise of breaking glass and crunching metal was all-consuming. The cop car flipped over on its side at impact, and the three of us bounced around in there like the balls in a lottery.

  With my hands cuffed behind my back, I had no chance to brace myself, and it was all happening so fast that I might not have had any chance anyway. The car teetered on its side for a second, then finally lurched over on to its roof.

  It was all I could do to groan when I heard doors opening and footsteps approaching rapidly. A man wearing a balaclava opened the front passenger door, looked in, pointed a gun at the cop’s head and shot him five times at point blank range with no hesitation.

  Some fucking huge guy, also in a balaclava, reached in the driver’s side door and dragged the other cop out, and I lost sight of him for a second. The next thing I knew, the cop came down on the sidewalk head-first so hard that I could hear the crunch, and he went completely limp.

  The back door opened and the huge guy dragged me out of the car, around the back of their van. They threw me in and I landed on top of two men in suits, beaten to a bloody pulp and restrained, though they were as still as the dead.