Mick: Kingston Corruption, Book One

by Vester, Jennifer

  “Okay?” I whispered.

  He glanced down at me with a tight smile. “I can’t do it with you.”

  Frowning, I pursed my lips for a moment trying to interpret what he’d said.

  Sliding off his lap and onto the seat beside him, I hesitated, trying to swim through my confused thoughts. I wasn’t sure what sort of game this was, but I’d possibly misunderstood some things.

  He couldn’t do this with me? Could he with someone else? Was that the reason he pushed? I wondered if I’d heard that right. If he wanted to be with other people, then I wasn’t going to keep embarrassing myself by trying to get to know him.

  “I think I should go,” I said. “If you want to date other people, feel free. I have no idea what I was thinking. I’m so sorry for pushing you.”

  His hand reached out and grasped my wrist as I tried to move away.

  “What the fuck?” he growled. “Sit down.”

  I shook my head. “I don’t know what I wanted with all of this, Mick, but it was something more than just a temporary situation. I hate to be such a naïve person, but I guess I thought we could maybe be together for a while.”

  He pulled on my arm and dragged me closer to him. “Whatever the fuck you’re thinking, get it out of your head. Don’t think.”

  I wiggled back from him and tried to free my hand.

  A tear slid down my cheek. “So, we’re back to don’t think, just do it? Was that what fingering me earlier was about? Look, I was—”

  His hand reached my jaw and titled my head back. “Stop, Alisa. Stop fighting me for a second.”

  I jerked my head back from his hand and averted my eyes.

  “For fuck’s sake,” he barked at me. He dragged me across the booth and up against him as he stood up.

  I refused to look at him, but tried my best to act somewhat dignified as he hauled me across the second floor, past only two other seated tables and a private bar.

  Stepping into an elevator he punched a button and the doors slid closed.

  “Where are we going?” I asked.

  “Somewhere we can have a private minute.”

  “Upstairs?”

  His jaw clenched as he watched the numbers ascend. “Reserved a room.”

  “When?” I asked as I glanced at his moody face.

  “The hostess arranged it, told her…forget it. Just give me a minute.”

  We rode in silence the rest of the way until the doors opened, then I walked beside him down one of the long hotel hallways. He stopped at a door and put in a code.

  I looked back down the hallway toward the elevator briefly before I was hauled into the dark room by a set of incredibly strong arms.

  My eyes didn’t adjust to the darkness, but I could feel Mick pressing me against the wall. His breath landed on the side of my face before he kissed me gently.

  “You are such a pain in the ass.”

  “At least I’m not a jerk.”

  He chuckled. “Now listen to me. What you think you heard and what I said just blew up in that pretty head of yours. Do you remember what I said?”

  His scent wrapped around me so completely I could barely think. Being this close to him, his hips pinning me to the wall, hands against my ribcage and jaw, was sending shockwaves through my body.

  I swallowed forcibly, trying to think. “You can’t do it with me.”

  “That’s right,” he whispered against my ear before he kissed it. “And why can’t I?”

  My lip trembled a little bit. “I don’t belong with you?”

  He bit my earlobe. “Try again.”

  “You can’t tell me about what hurts you.”

  His mouth moved to my neck and sucked before nipping at me. “Try again.”

  I let out a shaky breath as my body started to melt from the slow attention of his tongue and mouth nuzzling right below my ear. His hand slid up to cup my jaw and tilt my head to the side before he kissed a wet, hot trail to my shoulder.

  “I don’t know,” I said weakly.

  “Alisa, you missed some things. I’m obsessed with you. And I’m afraid that with the way I am, you’ll never be happy with the answers I can give you. I’ll never be able to walk away from you, though.”

  “Mick? I don’t understand,” I whimpered.

  “Baby, I’ll never get enough. It doesn’t matter what I have to do to be with you, I’ll never leave you alone. You’re going to get hurt and you’re going to see and hear some dark things from me. But the things you make me feel, I can’t let go. I can’t walk away from you at the end of the day, even knowing that I’ll hurt you. It tears me up, knowing you deserve so much more than I can give you.”

  My heart ached hearing his voice crack as he finished speaking. He was broken, yet beautiful to me, no matter what he thought of himself. There was so much he’d said that called to the things I needed to hear. I didn’t want to be hurt, but I couldn’t walk away from him either. Whatever bound us together, we were both going to have to come to terms with it.

  It was clear to me now that this man was as much a part of my soul as I was his. The sentiment settled in my chest and I welcomed it without hesitation. It started the night I met him and had been building to this. The how and why wasn’t even important. The lack of time between now and then didn’t matter. Mick was the man I wanted to be with no matter what happened from here.

  My mouth opened to him when he stopped whispering against my lips and I leaned in. My hands snaked up his sides and wrapped around his shoulders as I kissed him softly.

  When he broke off and started to say something, I bit his lip.

  “Mick, make me yours. All I need is you.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Mick

  Those five little words, spoken so sweetly, rocked me to my core.

  All I need is you.

  No one in my life had ever just needed me. They’d taken what they wanted, seen what I’d shown them, but at the end of the day, they needed things I could do for them. Not Alisa. My salvation. The only light in my life.

  A rumble in my chest was the only warning she received before I picked her up and made my way to the king-sized bed.

  She didn’t know what she was asking for, or what she’d get, but I was tired of fighting my own demons when it came to her. The need to posses her far outweighed my reservations for holding back.

  I tossed her on the bed, pinning her body down with mine, and began kissing her as I removed my jacket. My knee nudged her thighs open as she helped unbutton my shirt then I grabbed her wrists and held them to the bed above her.

  “Keep your hands there, Alisa, don’t move.”

  She grabbed at me when I tried to shift away from her. I growled and held her wrists to the bed again, my other hand going to her throat.

  Her movements settled after a moment of holding her in place.

  I needed this dominance. Needed her complete and utter surrender. My life was already a hurricane of things I couldn’t control, and this was always going to be my domain from the moment I met her.

  Unbuttoning my pants as I stood up, I reached for the light and turned it on. She lay on her back, blinking at the light, arms resting on the blanket above her. The darkness might have worked any other time, but this was the last woman I knew I’d be taking to my bed, and I needed to see her.

  She stared up at me with so many questions in the blue depths of her eyes that I knew I couldn’t answer. A better man, the man I might have been a year ago, before all the cases and cruelty had taken hold of me, would have left. Even if it meant breaking her heart right now. That man might have seen early on how foolish it was to fall in love with a sweet girl, knowing the shadows that lurked within me.

  But I wasn’t that man and I needed her more than she’d ever know.

  Removing my clothing hastily, I kept my eyes on her face. If she had any reservations she didn’t show them as my hands glided up her legs to the bottom of her dress. I both loved and hated the damn thing as it slid from her b
ody. A body that was only mine to admire, and the dress didn’t leave much to the imagination.

  I leaned over her when the last of it was off and slid my hand around her back to unhook her bra. When she was finally naked in front of me I listened to her unsteady breathing, gazed at her chest as it rose and fell with anticipation.

  She hadn’t worn panties. Such a small thing to be turned on by in a public place but seeing her bare now I clenched my jaw thinking of the possibility that I would have missed it.

  “Alisa,” I breathed as I settled on the bed between her thighs and kissed her. “Don’t ever go without panties again unless you’re with me.”

  Her whimpers as I sucked along her neck, only increased the discomfort of my hardened cock. It made me want to take her hard and fast without preamble, but I knew if I did I’d regret it.

  She was intoxicating, her tongue tangling with mine as I tried to control myself. I needed to bury myself in her so badly I could barely breathe. The flesh of her soft thighs rubbed against me as my hips angled against her.

  Sucking on her bottom lip, I leaned back and marveled at her flushed, lust-filled face.

  “Fucking beautiful.”

  Her arms trembled when I slid my fingers across the velvety skin of her nipples. She was struggling to do what I’d asked, and it pleased me that she was willing.

  My hand slid down between us, over the soft skin of her hip until it reached her center. Slipping a finger inside her wet opening, I leaned in and kissed her as she moaned quietly.

  “Alisa, I need to know if you’re on anything.”

  I rubbed my thumb across her clit and she arched her back.

  “Wha…”

  I smirked. Fuck, she was so responsive, I could play with her all night.

  “Hmm,” I chewed on my lip, as her mouth opened and closed with the small flick of my thumb. I added another finger and gently began a slow rhythm.

  Her hands gripped my shoulders, fingernails biting at my skin.

  I sucked in a breath. “Alisa.”

  She moaned as her hands flew to the blankets and clutched at them.

  I withdrew from her slowly, teasing her clit as I pulled back.

  “No, no,” she gasped. “More.”

  The head of my dick rubbed against her wet opening and her hips tilted to meet me.

  Clenching my jaw, trying to stay in control, I debated asking about birth control again. Her body against mine, her wet entrance that begged me to take her bare was just too much.

  I grabbed her hip and pushed slowly into her tight body. She let out a long moan of pleasure that matched mine.

  The warmth that wrapped around my cock was so incredibly tight and wet that I paused, worried that I was about to hurt her.

  “Fuck, baby, are you a virgin?” I hissed.

  “No,” she responded on a gasp.

  Disappointment swept over me for less than a second before I slid further into her. Whether she was or wasn’t didn’t matter to me, her body was mine now. She was so tight around my thickness that I had to move slowly as her muscles clenched around me, welcoming my invasion. I pulled out a bit then slid even further in.

  “Mick, oh my God,” she whimpered.

  My hand reached up to knead her swollen breast then my mouth found her nipple. I slid my tongue around the peak, and she moaned as I gently nipped at her. Raising above her, sliding my tongue into her mouth I pulled back and slammed home.

  Her scream echoed through the room, slipping past my lips on her mouth. It eroded the last thread of my control, slipped into the very fiber of my soul and begged me to make her do it again.

  My mouth found her neck and started to suck as my hips pumped into her. I rubbed at her nipple and she screamed again.

  A smile slipped across my face, when I saw my mark I’d left on her neck. A small dark spot that everyone could see. A mark that no one could possibly miss.

  I leaned back on my knees, grabbed her hips and watched as my cock slid in and out of her. Gently rubbing her clit, she arched off the bed in pleasure as I felt her hot release engulf me.

  Her eyes fluttered open as I bent over her to kiss a tear that ran down her cheek.

  Her hands slid around my neck and forced me down to her mouth. Her dominance in the kiss was sweet, but only lasted a moment before mine overpowered her.

  Grabbing her hair, I tilted her mouth where I wanted her, and I teased her with my tongue, until tortured, small cries of desperation erupted from her.

  “You’re mine,” I said against her ear, as my jaw clenched, and I surged into her again. This time I didn’t hold back. Digging my knees into the bed I stretched her until she cried out against my neck.

  I needed to pull out soon but her moans as the head of my dick reached the end of her, made my head spin. My need to fill her was primal, instinctual, nearly impossible to resist.

  This woman was mine to conquer, to stretch, to bend and to fuck. She would come to know what it felt like to be worshipped in my bed, would discover what it meant to be possessed by a man whose only ambition was to take care of her in any way possible. I wanted to ruin her right now if it meant that she’d never forget who she belonged to.

  “Mick,” she moaned as her muscles once again clamped around my throbbing dick.

  Her legs tightened around me as she tilted her hips into me. She was gasping for breath, so far gone in the bliss of pleasure that she was barely coherent as she said my name over and over again.

  A tingling slid down my spine making me swell and throb. “Oh fuck, Alisa. Fuck, I have to pull out.”

  I leaned back but her arms wrapped around me causing her to lift with me and sink further onto my shaft. My hands slid around the soft flesh of her ass and held her in place as I pumped into her harder.

  Her lips found my neck, and I couldn’t let her go. My hunger for her taking over my better judgement. Grinding inside her, hips still thrusting, we fell to the mattress where I pummeled into her until she screamed.

  Balls tightening, head spinning, grunting as I invaded her sweet world, I forgot everything but her. Nothing existed but the scent of her skin, the softness of her body against mine, the throaty sound of her voice as she called to me.

  Her walls clenched me, and she cried out again. I groaned as I unexpectedly came, a thick rope of cum pouring into her before I pulled out. Grabbing my cock as I slid out of her, still high on my own orgasm, I pulled at my shaft and came against her opening.

  My moans were muffled against the soft mounds of her breasts as I licked at them one last time.

  I didn’t move for a moment then shifted my body weight, rolling to the side and dragging her on top of me.

  My eyes closed for a moment before I felt her shift, then saw her bright eyes gazing at me.

  Her fingers skipped across my jaw, rubbing against the stubble on my face. Her eyes followed the same path until she got to my mouth. Nipping at her fingers gently, she smiled.

  “Did I hurt you?” I whispered.

  She shook her head. “No.”

  “Tell me.”

  “Just a little sore.”

  My arm wrapped around her tighter, feeling possessive and guilty. “How long has it been?”

  She groaned as her head hit my chest.

  Frowning, I rolled us over again until I was on top of her. Sliding my leg between her thighs, I brushed a hand over her face and saw an embarrassed blush steal across her cheeks.

  “After high school and right before they shipped me to college.”

  My eyebrows arched. “Seriously? No boyfriends?”

  Her lips pursed. “I dated a couple of guys, but I just never went that far again.”

  “Why?” I asked as I kissed along her cheek.

  “Uhm…”

  “You keep mentioning something. So, what the fuck happened after high school?”

  She opened her mouth to answer then shook her head. “My dad caught me dating someone that he didn’t approve of. We’d had sex, but it wasn’t li
ke that. Not like you. I got angry and told him while we were yelling at each other.”

  “And?”

  “The belt. Then a doctor to check if I was pregnant. He said if I was, he’d get rid of it.”

  I stiffened in anger, trying not to feed my impulse to kill him.

  She gave me a sad look. “It wasn’t anything, you know? I knew I wasn’t or didn’t think I was. He was just a nice friend from choir and things…”

  “I don’t need to know, Alisa. And don’t want to.”

  She frowned.

  I tipped her jaw up with my finger until she looked at me again. “Baby, I’m not trying to be mean, but you’re with me now. No one from your past exists anymore.”

  She shrugged. “A few days later, he came up with a perfect plan to keep me more in line with the family focus. He thought I couldn’t see it, like I was too stupid to figure it out. One of his friends had a son who was a lot older than me. I was eighteen, I think he was about thirty. He brought him over a few times a week for dinner. He always talked and talked about me like I wasn’t even there.”

  My jaw clenched in anger as her eyes slid away from my face.

  “He encouraged me to date him. I know he was thinking that maybe I’d marry him or something. That would have been advantageous, I suppose, for my father’s connections in the city. The man does some sort of business overseas. I really didn’t pay much attention at the time. So, I refused, and I know he called Alex about it. I think it was Alex’s idea to have them ship me off to college.”

  I sighed and sat up, bringing her with me. I flipped the top blanket off the bed and onto the floor as I nudged her toward the bathroom.

  She gave me a questioning look.

  I chuckled. “It was a mess.”

  The hot spray of the shower as I turned it on, filled the room with steam. I gently guided her in after me, rubbing her arms as I pressed her up against my chest.

  As we stood in the warmth of the water, I tilted her head to look at me.