King's Harlots 1-3

by J. M. Walker

  She was closed off, snapping at anyone who was around to hear it. The world had tilted on its axis, bringing us together. As soon as we were happy, a wedge was driven between us.

  Girls were still missing. Jay’s sister had finally been found. Was that it? Did Jay’s estranged relationship with her twin, Violet, put this fear in her?

  Jay wouldn’t talk to me about it, and that pissed me the fuck off. We had been through a lot together. I would die for the woman laying beneath me. She taught me to love. She opened up something inside of me that had been closed off for years. And now she was doing the same.

  “You need to talk to me,” I told her, running my fingers down her cheek. With a raging hard-on between my legs, I breathed through the impending urge to just fuck her and be done with it.

  She met my stare, a questioning look in her gaze before she reached out for me. Her hand wrapped around my cock, stroking from base to tip.

  I hissed out a breath, my head falling back on my shoulders. “Fuck.” Her hands felt so fucking good. I could never get enough. Jay was my addiction. She was the pure heroin I had heard about. The ultimate high that druggies craved. And she was mine.

  With her hand working my dick, all I could do was kneel there. My hands found her hips, gripping tight until my fingers dug into her flesh.

  “You like that, baby?” she purred.

  “You’re … distracting … me,” I panted, rolling my hips in tune with her hand.

  “Your cock is delicious.” She shrugged. “It’s not my fault it wanted to come out and play.”

  “Geeze, woman.” Pulling from her grip, I flipped her onto her stomach.

  She let out a soft gasp, arching beneath me.

  “Just because you’re teasing me—” I thrust inside of her “—doesn’t mean I won’t get the answers I’m looking for.”

  Jay pushed her ass against me, matching my movements. “Just fuck me, Angel. That’s all I’m giving you right now.”

  Fuck, this woman and what she did to me. I couldn’t control it. Her touch. Her demands. Everything about her brought me to my knees. She was the ultimate undoing to my control. I loved her. With every single inch of me. I knew her inside and out, but when she shut down on me, it forced the ugly part of myself to come out and play.

  Digging my fingers into the flesh of her ass, I lifted her and pushed her head into the pillow. She wouldn’t give me the answers I needed? Fine. I would fuck her however I felt. I was pissed. And I made sure to let her know it.

  “Angel,” she cried out, shaking beneath me.

  My girl liked it rough and dirty, and I made sure to show her exactly how rough I could be. My thrusts powered into her. My fingers dug into her pale skin. I gripped her hair, pulling her upright, and wrapped a hand around her slender throat.

  “You think just because you can tease me with your beautiful body and soft demands that I won’t get the answers I’m looking for?” I growled, sinking my teeth into the soft spot beneath her ear.

  She moaned, shivering against me. “I know you can’t resist me.”

  My blood thundered in my ears. As much as I didn’t want to, as much as my cock wanted me to give in, I released her.

  Jumping off the bed, I pulled on my pants, the cotton rubbing over the strained erection.

  “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she snapped, her eyes heating with fire.

  I chuckled, cupping myself. “You want my dick? Tell me what the fuck is going on.”

  Jay glared. She took deep breaths before she turned over onto her back. “Fine. You won’t fuck me? I’ll just continue myself.” Her hand reached between her legs, her fingers flicking over her swollen clit.

  My dick jumped. Fuck. She played nasty.

  She whimpered, letting me hear all of the sounds I craved. “Angel, baby.” She arched beneath her touch, her finger slipping inside her center. “Please.”

  “Are you begging me?” I breathed, not able to take my eyes off her hand.

  “No.” Her finger thrust in and out of her glistening pussy. “You’re going to beg me.” Her hand moved from between her legs to her mouth. The finger that had just been inside of her body now inches away from her lips.

  My cock swelled, pre-cum dripping off the end. Fuck. I couldn’t handle it. She wouldn’t dare.

  Peeking her tongue out, she licked along her finger, a soft moan escaping the back of her throat. “I taste good, Angel.” Her eyes were dark and wild, demanding that I do what I did best. Her lips closed around her finger, and that was when I lost it.

  She knew my weakness. The fact that her taste was on her lips sent a shiver racing up my spine and controlled my next actions before I could comprehend what I was doing.

  Grabbing her ankles roughly, I pulled her off the bed and into my arms before she could scream out my name.

  I spun her, ripped down my pants, and drove into her so hard I had her coming undone in seconds. My name left her mouth on a guttural cry. Her hips slammed into mine, her hot cunt sucking me dry until I couldn’t give anymore.

  A half an hour later, we fell to the floor, with my dick still inside of her, ready to go again.

  This. This was what I lived for. Every damn day of my life.

  “I told you you couldn’t resist me.” She stifled a yawn, curling into me.

  I didn’t say anything. I only watched and cared for her. With my marks on her body and my come inside of her, my love for her went deeper.

  She would tell me what was going on. Whether she liked it or not.

  TWO

  Jay

  “YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL.”

  “I hate you.”

  “You love me.”

  “No, I don’t.”

  Tyler smirked. “Yes, you do, or else you still wouldn’t be here. In my bed. Filled with my come.”

  A year ago, I would have cried, bawling like a baby over the pain he had caused me.

  But now, on this cool summer evening, I laid with the man who destroyed the innocent part of my soul.

  He was right.

  I did love him but not in the way one should. I loved him because he fed the dark part of my soul. Since Violet was taken from me, he was all I knew. He allowed me to unleash my anger on him. Hitting him until I was spent and sore.

  Tyler was the only person who believed that Violet was taken. That she wouldn’t just walk off with some random guy and not tell me about it. My own father didn’t believe that she was a victim. She had always been the wild one. While she was gone, I took over that role. My timidness no longer a factor in this game called life.

  “Why do you hit me?” I finally asked, breaking the unnerving silence that I had become accustomed to.

  “Why do you hit me back?” Tyler rose from the bed, pulled on his torn jeans, and turned to me. His dark hair had become long in the past couple of months. So long he had to put it back into a ponytail.

  “I hit you back because …” I sat up, swallowing past the disgust of his semen leaking from my body. “It’s all I know.”

  “Well, my dear Jenny. There’s your answer.”

  I frowned. “What the hell does that mean?”

  He raised an eyebrow. “Careful. I don’t care if you’re all used up.”

  I looked away. Sliding my legs over the edge of the bed, I sat there, staring at myself in the reflection of the mirror. I had become pale. Skinny to the point you could see my ribs poking out of my skin. But no one noticed.

  “Do you like what you see?” Tyler crawled onto the bed behind me, wrapping his large hand around my slender throat. “I like seeing how red I can make your skin. And I know you enjoy digging your nails into mine.”

  “I hate you,” was all I said.

  “Fuel that hate, Jenny. One day you will need it.”

  Tyler had been right. He had said those words so many years before, but I never thought anything of it.

  Angel wanted answers.

  I knew I needed to tell him what was going on with me. But I had
no idea where to start. How do you tell your current boyfriend that your ex still comes to you in your nightmares?

  My body shivered at the constant memories of Tyler beating me, yelling at me, and forcing me to do whatever he desired. It was funny, though, because in the end, I didn’t put up much of a fight. I ended up enjoying it. It was sick and twisted how I would egg him on to the point of no control. It was why I did it with Angel. I couldn’t help it. I craved his force. He would never hurt me. Not unless I needed him to. In a masochistic kind of way, I savored when he spanked me and dug his fingers into my flesh.

  Buck sniffed at my feet, lifted his head, looked around, and let it drop back down on his outstretched paws.

  My toes scratched at his fur, gently petting him. He had been the one thing that kept me calm. With Angel, I loved him with all of me, but he was intense. His love for me was like a living breathing thing. I could feel him before he even walked into a room.

  As if Buck could sense my thoughts, he rose from his spot on the floor and moved to the empty space beside me. Angel didn’t like him being on the couch, but I didn’t care. I enjoyed having Buck’s head in my lap while I drank my morning coffee.

  After everything with Eric Vega, I fell into myself. The man destroyed a part of me I never knew was there. Since my sister was taken, I became hard, cold. But Angel melted that ice and showed me that I could be filled with warmth again.

  We never talked about Vega and his part in the human trafficking. He took me. Shot himself. Angel saved me. And that was it. But we needed to talk about it—it was eating us both alive like a deadly virus.

  Shadows of memories threatened to consume me, and if I wasn’t careful, they would swallow me whole.

  Angel did what he could to bring me away from the darkness.

  The hospital had offered counseling. The Navy had offered Angel the same thing, and he asked if I wanted to go. I had told him he was all I needed. But I wasn’t even sure if that were true anymore. Maybe talking to someone would help.

  “What are you doing, princess?” Angel asked, peering his head out the patio door.

  “Just hanging out with Buck.” I scratched his ears, smiling when he let out a heavy sigh.

  Angel nodded. “Okay. Well, I have to head into town. Are you coming with me?”

  I moved to stand when I could feel the blood draining from my head. “Oh …” I wavered on my feet.

  “Jay?” Angel rushed to my side. “Are you okay?”

  “I … Yes. Just light headed. I haven’t eaten much today.”

  Angel pinched my chin, forcing me to look up at him. “Are you sure?”

  “I am.” I smiled for added measure. “I’ll go into town with you.”

  “Okay.” He grabbed my hand, leading me back into his house. He called for Buck, the old dog following soon after. “We need to talk about earlier,” Angel told me while grabbing his keys.

  “I know.”

  Walking hand in hand to his big black SUV, he opened the door for me.

  I smiled up at him and climbed into the vehicle.

  It was funny thinking how in the beginning, I expected to do everything myself. Doors being opened. Bills being paid while on a date …

  “We’ve never gone on a date,” I told Angel when he slipped into the SUV beside me.

  “What?”

  “A date,” I repeated. “We’ve never been on one.”

  “Well, it’s been kind of hard with all of the shit going on.” He started the vehicle, pulling out of the long driveway and spoke again when he reached the road. “Are you wanting to go on a date?”

  “Yeah. No. Maybe?” I rung my hands in my lap, my cheeks burning.

  He slowed to a stop, gently taking my chin, and turned my face toward him. “Jay, if you want to go on a date, you don’t have to ask. It’s kind of a given that we’re dating.” He reached for my hand. “I love you, princess. I hope you know that.”

  Curling my fingers in his, I brushed my thumb over the tiny scars on his knuckles. So much pain. So many tears and heartache. To think I almost pushed him away completely in the beginning. I thanked God that Angel was stubborn and wouldn’t give up on me. On us.

  “If you would like to go on a date, we can.” He pulled me closer, wrapping his arm around my shoulders.

  “I would like that,” I mumbled against his sweater.

  “I would like that too.” He kissed my knuckles. “Don’t give up on us.”

  My eyes snapped up to his. “I’m not.”

  “Promise?”

  “Yes.”

  ***

  (Angel)

  With my eyes on the road, I still noticed the darkness in Jay’s eyes. Vega had stolen that light from her. The light I had fallen in love with. Because of that bastard, I lost a part of my girlfriend, and it terrified the shit out of me that I would never get it back. Counseling only did so much, and Jay and I were the same when it came to talking to strangers. We couldn’t even talk to each other, let alone some random person. They didn’t know us. They wouldn’t know how to fix whatever shit was going on. Jay and I would have to work through this together.

  In time.

  Time was all we had. There were moments where it felt like it was all we had. Too much. Not enough. There was never a happy medium.

  “Angel?”

  “Yeah, baby?” I kissed her head, breathing in the scent of her vanilla body wash.

  “I love you.” She smiled up at me. “I do. Please know that.”

  “Of course I do.” I turned to her when I pulled into the parking lot and shut off the engine. “Why would you think I wouldn’t?”

  “Because …” She shrugged. “I know we need to talk about everything, but I’m not ready. I need you to have patience. And … I know I’m difficult.”

  “Jay, I knew you were difficult the first time you told me to go to hell. I fell in love with you right then and there. You forced your way into my heart, and I’m never letting you go.” I cupped her cheek. “Know that.”

  Her chin trembled, her eyes glassing over.

  Fuck. This was unlike her. Jay didn’t cry over anything. “I will try and have patience. I will. But I need you to understand that we have to talk.” Fuck. Even I didn’t like those words leaving my mouth, but I wasn’t stupid. Communication was key. “I love you, princess. I don’t tell you that enough.”

  Pulling away from me, she slid out of the vehicle and stretched her arms above her head.

  I quickly did the same, coming up behind her, and wrapped myself around her middle. Brushing my nose into the crook of her neck, I snarled.

  She giggled, leaning into me.

  That sound. It sent a hot shiver straight to my balls. I lived for her laughter.

  “Thank you.” Jay turned toward me, hugging her arms around my waist. “I love you, Angel.”

  The only response I had was to kiss her fully on the mouth. No words were said. They weren’t needed. I made a promise with myself at that point that I would show her just how much she meant to me and how much I loved her. We would get through this shit with Violet, Tyler, every fucking problem … together.

  THREE

  Jay

  THE LAUGHTER THAT left my body was fake. Masked by happiness when really my chest was filled with so much hate, it squeezed and tugged at my soul. The vile men who threatened to destroy our small town would die. I would make sure of it. This anger was fueled by the fucked-up world we lived in.

  When Angel and I had walked into the clubhouse, that angry darkness inside of me grew when I saw Meeka sitting at a booth by herself. Something unleashed inside of me back when Vega had kidnapped me. Maybe it had been there all along.

  Everything in me told me to go to Meeka. To scream and yell, demand to know why she did what she did. I knew. Her words repeated over and over again in mind.

  “I had to.”

  She kept my sister from me and used me as bait. The anger tore at my soul, threatening to consume me.

  “It’s ove
r and done with, Jay,” Angel whispered in my ear. “Let it go.”

  I bit back a scoff. He meant well but right then, I didn’t want to let it go. It wasn’t possible. And this hate I felt only made me stronger. It would help me battle the impending war whenever Charles Brian decided to show himself again.

  Asher Donovan had been the other part of that whole operation. Angel’s brother. A man he had gone to hell and back with. It destroyed a piece of him. He had only just begun to learn how to love, how to open himself up to these new feelings, and then he found out his brother had been keeping this secret the whole time.

  “Hi, Meeka,” I blurted.

  Her eyes snapped up from her phone. “Hi,” she muttered. She moved to get up from the booth but hesitated.

  “We have a meeting at five,” I told her. “But you and I are meeting beforehand.”

  She nodded. “Okay.”

  “Good girl,” Angel mumbled in my ear. “It’s about time you retract those claws of yours.”

  “Fuck off, Angel.”

  He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and kissed me fully on the mouth. “So much fucking sass.”

  I breathed him in. Every sense of him. His taste washed over me, making my heart skip several beats before I had to come up for air. One kiss and I was done. A second kiss and I would be falling to my knees at his feet, begging like a bitch in heat.

  “It makes me hard knowing my kiss turns you on to the point of no control,” he purred, kissing my neck.

  I shivered, grabbing his hand, and led him to my room at the back of the club. I needed him to show me I could feel something besides this dread and worry.

  “Jay,” he ground out, closing the door behind him.

  I turned toward him, stripping out of my clothes. “I need you to fuck me.” Sex wasn’t an out. It wasn’t an excuse to ignore our problems but right then, it was all I wanted.

  “Kneel.” Angel came toward me, unbuckling his belt. “I’m going to fuck that pretty mouth of yours for being so demanding.”

  I lowered to the floor, tilting my head back. I waited. For him. For that control I had but didn’t want.