Cruel Seduction: A Dark Romance (Underground Kings Book 2)

by Kelli Callahan

  His words thrum in my ear, teasing the lining of the orgasm building in my body. I hold onto him as he takes me. He pounds my pussy ruthlessly, driving his hips up at the last second so my clit rubs against his pelvis.

  If he fucks me any harder, the bed might break.

  “What are you thinking about? You’re wetter, dripping on my cock.”

  I suck the side of his neck, nibbling and biting, wanting to leave a trashy hickey because I want to mark him; I wanted others to see how he was busy with me, that he is mine just as I am his.

  I lick the shell of his ear and whimper, “Thinking about you fucking me so hard this bed breaks. Turns me on.”

  Sebastian’s arms leave the bed and hold on to the headboard. The extra support has another last few inches of his cock somehow fitting inside me. A mist of sweat drips along his body and I lick it up, then bite down on his nipple. I wasn’t sure if he would like that, but how he growls and rears back, slamming inside me with so much force that the bed creaks and throttles the wall.

  “You want the bed broken? You want me to break this pussy?”

  “Yes, Sebastian.” I hook my legs around his hips, and the brutal pace has an agonizing sound leaving me. He’s hitting a spot in my depths that has me buzzing, toes-curling, stomach flipping, and my mind turning to mush. He could have his way with me right now. Any position. Any tempo. And I’ll agree.

  “Harder! Harder, Sebastian!” I cry out and bring my hand on his ass to urge him to go faster.

  I just spanked him.

  Oh my God.

  I would be completely mortified if he didn’t speed up. The wood of the headboard creaks, and the rods of the frame shake. One falls out from under us which causes the bottom of the mattress to fall to the floor, but Sebastian holds on tight to the headboard. It’s the only way we aren’t sliding down the bed.

  And gravity is a dear, dear friend right now. It causes me to sink deeper onto his cock, and he grips the frame harder to bury himself to the hilt.

  I don’t think I can take anymore. It feels too good. My body finds a comfortable high, and my vision glazes over when my orgasm hits me out of nowhere. Every muscle inside me spasms, and the contractions grip his cock.

  “Gabby! Fuck, you’re going to make me come,” he shouts as his face turns red from holding his orgasm at bay. “Fuck! Damn it!” he curses, somehow finding extra strength to rail me with.

  The headboard finally snaps, and the metal rod holding our weight finally gives way sending the front half of the mattress to the ground.

  The first hot splash of his seed inside me has me tumbling over the edge again.

  I can’t breathe as he slams harder with every jet that leaves him until he finally collapses on top of me. The air that leaves our lungs mixes as we breathes one another in. My thighs are a quaking mess, and he shivers like the temperature in the room dropped ten degrees. My hair has somehow fallen in my face, and he brushes it out of the way.

  The hot air leaving his lips ghosts over my cheek, and when his lips meet mine, all I feel is the slickness of sweat and all I taste is the flavor of myself on his tongue.

  A stupid lone tear escapes my eye, not from sadness, but elation.

  Finally.

  After all this time and the sex is better than I ever thought it could be.

  His come starts to drip out of me, but he doesn’t leave the space between my legs. He kisses me, pets me, groaning in pleasure.

  “You feel so good.” He plants a kiss on my shoulder. “You’re the best thing I’ve ever experienced.” He kisses the middle of my chest where my heart is. “I love you,” he says, gripping my ribcage with his hands. “I love you so fucking much, Gabby. I want to rebuild your world and show you how it can really be.”

  I wasn’t crying before. Before it was the after emotion of my orgasm and how amazing it was to finally be with him like this.

  Now, I am crying.

  “I love you too, Sebastian. I swear, what I feel for you is the only thing that got me through those miserable years with your—”

  He quiets me with his mouth and shakes his head. “He has no place here—not in this bed, not when we are together like this.”

  I nod, a slight smile tugging at my lips. “Okay.” I like that rule.

  His hands rub down my arms, and then he cups my tender breasts again, tugging my nipples that are still hard.

  “Sebastian.” My body starts to come alive again, only now everything is more sensitive. My body tingles all over. Sebastian knows, if he wants to, he could make me orgasm from kissing the area behind my knee. “Again?” I ask when he thrusts against, in and out, but then he pulls all the way out and my eyes fall upon his impressive cock.

  It has his come and mine dripping down the veined shaft, and it is the only glimpse I get of him before he bend down and lifts my leg, dragging his nose down my thigh. and As he gets to my knee, I know he read my mind.

  A mischievous smile crooks his lips. “Baby, we have a lot of time to make up for. If you think we’re leaving this room before we fall unconscious with exhaustion, you are in for a very orgasmic surprise.”

  My lips form an O as he kisses and lavishes the back of my knee with his tongue and soft, yet demanding lips.

  I’m not sure how long we stay in his room. I know we lived by three simple rules until we finally fall asleep from that exhaustion he talked about.

  Food, water, orgasms—Oh my, what a delight.

  Chapter Seventeen

  SEBASTIAN

  The smile on my face has been there for hours while we’ve laid in bed. Gabriella is still asleep. She is wrapped around me like a sloth wraps its limbs around a branch. Her head is on my chest, and her arms and legs are hooked around me. It was adorable about three hours ago; now I just really need to use the restroom.

  I don’t have the heart to wake her.

  We haven’t left the room for two days. All we ever do is nap, drink, and I have food delivered.

  Unfortunately, it is time to get back to the real world today. I don’t want to, but if Kendrick is alive, she is in danger.

  We are safe in this room, in this house, and that is the most important thing right now. She is secure. In my arms. That puts a smile on my face. Along with the fact that she was a virgin, and I was her first.

  I’m a grown fucking man, and it shouldn’t matter to me, really, but it’s Gabriella. I was sure she and Kendrick had sex. I am glad that horrible brother of mine didn’t put his hands on her sexually. I know there was physical abuse. I could feel it as my hands ran down her back. There were these thick, puckered ridges on the expanse of her flesh. From the tips of her shoulders, down to her ass, she is scarred.

  She won’t let me see them. Not once did I flip her over to her stomach and fuck her from behind. Not once did she reverse cowgirl, not once did we move to our sides, and it wasn’t a problem, not for me. We can have sex missionary for the rest of our lives, and it will be enough for me and with her on top. She looks fucking amazing on top, but I want her to trust me.

  I want her to know that I’ll love her no matter what, regardless of her scars. I don’t care about them, not in the shallow kind of sense. I care how she got them and why. I want to know what her life was like with Kendrick. She hasn’t talked about him at all, and if we have any chance at finding him, I need to understand everything he did and why. How does Kendrick think? If he didn’t want her for himself, what did he want her for?

  If it wasn’t sexually, I can’t figure it the fuck out. She is a bombshell, beautiful, the prettiest woman on the fucking planet, and sexy, my god, she is sexy. And she feels so good. She is wild card, a surprise that gives me a thrill every day. What more could a guy want if it isn’t that?

  I glance down to try to see her back, but her hair covers most of it. Reaching up, I gather the thick, brown strands and start to move them away, but she startles and stretches awake.

  Of course, she did.

  I can't push it. If she wants me to see the
m, she’ll show me. Maybe that’s when I’ll know she fully trusted me.

  “Hi,” she says sleepily, rubbing her chin against my chest as she stretches.

  Her hand wacks me in the face, and she gasps. “Oh my god! Are you okay?” She is wide awake now, straddling my chest as she cups my face, stroking my cheek.

  It doesn’t hurt at all, but she doesn’t need to know that.

  “It stings a little,” I hiss, milking the pain so she continues to touch me.

  “Aw, Sebastian, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to do it. Can you forgive me?” She bends down and brushes her lips over the spot she hit.

  “I don’t know. Keep doing that, and I’ll let you know.” I tilt my head back to give her more room.

  She sit ups and smacks my chest. “Does it even really hurt?”

  “So bad. I … I think it might bruise.”

  “Oh, you’re so full of it,” she says and yelps when I roll her to her back and kiss her senseless.

  My cock rubs between her folds. “You’re about to be full of it.”

  “You did not just say that.” She laughs against my mouth, then her head hits the pillow as she busts out with loud laughter. “That was terrible. I can’t believe you said that.”

  “What?” I nudge her entrance again and slide in slowly until I’m to the hilt. She gasps and stares at me with those chocolate eyes that reminded me of Hershey kisses. I suddenly have a deep craving for chocolate, but then I appreciate her golden skin, and I want caramel.

  On her body.

  Licking the stickiness off with my tongue.

  “Are you not full of it? Cause it feels like you are.” I slide out, then in, and she tries to smile through the pleasure, but she can’t.

  “Sebastian.”

  I love how she says my name, all breathless with a slight whine.

  “What?” I ask, keeping a slow, steady rhythm instead of one frantic and needy. It’s lazy morning sex, the kind someone has still half asleep. It feels so good, like a quick shot of tequila, unexpected but wakes up the right senses to make me more alert for the time being. “What is it, baby? Are you tender?”

  “No.” She slowly rocks her head back and forth and meets me thrust for thrust.

  “I must not have done something right, then,” I growl, thrusting a bit harder than I intend.

  “I just want you that much,” she says, scratching those nails of hers down my back to add to the wounds she put there last night. I have about a dozen or so bite marks all over my chest and shoulders and by the feel of my skin, I have scratches from my neck to my ass.

  She is ferocious in bed.

  It’s a good thing Kendrick didn’t love her right because he doesn’t know how to handle a woman like Gabriella. He went about it in all the wrong ways, using abuse to control her, but he had no idea the beauty he suppressed when he did it.

  Why break someone down when they are resilient to take on the world with you? A partner in crime, someone who can be trusted no matter what? That is what I am going to make her. She’ never know what it is like to be alone again.

  She smells of sex and sweat, sleepy Sunday mornings, and tastes of champagne from last night. I want this for the rest of my life. Everything I have worked toward to get here was fucking worth it, and I’d do it all over again.

  I break away from the kiss, and my entire face pinches with pleasure as I moan. “What you do to me,” I whisper as I move in and out of her at an excruciatingly slow pace, but I can't go faster. She feels too good right now. My cock is sore, sensitive, and my sack hurts from coming so much, but not even that can stop me from making love to her right now.

  Sleepy sex is the best sex.

  I still feel as though I am dreaming.

  Her muscles clench around me, and I wrench my head back to watch her face as she falls apart. Watching her facial features morph into pleasure has my body climaxing along with her. I have no idea how I have anything left. I am wrung out.

  “Now that is a proper good morning.” She giggles, then stretches again. “I feel great.”

  I snort and kiss the middle of her chest before rolling away. “You always make me feel great.” I sit up and crack my neck, and she shrieks behind me. I bolt into a standing position and grab the bat next to the bed. “What!” I’m at the ready. I’ll swing to the death.

  “Your back! Sebastian, why didn’t you tell me?” She is naked, on her knees, and inching closer to the edge of the bed. Her hand lands on my hip and she turns me around, gasping in horror when she sees the marks she left. “Oh my god, I’m an animal. I hurt you.”

  “I’m fine, baby. I loved it. I love being able to look in the mirror and say that you loved my cock so much you had to mark me.”

  She rolls her eyes and stands from the bed. She grabs my t-shirt off the floor and slips it on.

  Damn, she looks good in my clothes. The shirt stopped right at her mid-thigh. I bite my lips and rub my chin as I watch her walk away from me.

  “You’re such a guy.”

  I lift a shoulder and shrug, following her to the restroom. “I’d rather be the kind of guy proud to earn your marks than the kind of guy to give them to you.”

  She spins around so fast I almost run her over.

  “I’m no better than him by doing that to you.”

  Oh shit, she is really bothered by what she did.

  “Hey guys! We need to talk. Group meeting in five!” Heaven yells from the other side of the door, interrupting us as always. The man always finds a way to interrupt. I swear to God, he listens in on everything. His random appearances everywhere have left me scratching my head more than once. It is beyond coincidence at this point. It is maddening.

  “We will be out in a minute!” I sound harsh and annoyed, but Gabby and I really need to talk. I want to clear up her misconception and confusion. She has to see that what was done to her is much different than what she did to me last night.

  I mean, I fucking love the bite of her nails in my skin. There isn’t a greater compliment that she lost herself like that to me. I don’t regret a thing. I want her to always mark me, to show me how good she feels.

  “You guys still having sex? It’s been two days. That good, huh? Nice,” Heaven says.

  I glare at the door, wishing it would go up in flames. The man is a nuisance. “Why are you still here, Heaven?”

  “I thought we were talking,” he says. “So, Gabriella. Is Sebastian that good? You sure were crying out. There were a few times I wanted to come check on you. Half the time you sounded like you were dying.”

  Gabriella buries her face in her hands. “Oh, God.”

  Heaven laughs. “Yeah, I heard that a few times too. I guess he didn’t help much in there, did it?”

  “Heaven, go away! Jesus, private moment, man,” I snip. I feel a headache coming on, and it is all because of him. There is too much going on. I don’t need more to worry about, and Heaven being nosey is adding to the shit I don’t want to deal with.

  “Right. Carry on.” He starts to walk away, his leg dragging which reminds me of when Quinn had her cast on and sounded like a pirate with a pegged leg. Heaven backtracks, of course, because he always has something left to say. “Just don’t get too carried away, you know. No sex. We’ve been waiting for you guys to make an appearance and come up for air, so … no touchy. Okay?”

  I’ll touch her if I want to touch her.

  “Heaven,” my voice deepens in the ‘if you don’t get away from me at this very moment, I’m going to kick your ass’ tone.

  “Right. Okay. Tootles.” He pounds on the door, and I groan in both relief and frustration, banging my head against the wall.

  “He’s persistent.”

  “You’re just now noticing?”

  She drags me into the bathroom and turns on the shower. We fall into a comfortable silence, but there is an unspoken tension there. The guilt comes off her in waves, and I realize I might not know everything about her like I used to. She has changed, and I hav
e too, but that doesn’t stop me from loving her. Everyone changes. No one is the same person they were five, ten, fifteen years ago. I passionately believe we grow to be different people the more we age, and to find someone to stick with you through all those different personalities, that is something special. To grow together and learn all the people you’ve grown to be, that isn’t the kind of thing that comes around multiple times in life.

  She is that person for me, the one who is meant to be around and grow with me, while I love her more every day.

  “Gabriella.” I speak in a way that gives the underlying impression that I want to talk. I don’t want to push or be too harsh, but we need to talk about this.

  “Hmm?” she says, keeping her back against the wall as she shucks off her shirt.

  My eyes rake down her body, and my blood rushes to my cock. As it’s filled, the sore, aching skin stretches, but I don’t care. Her body is something I’ll never get tired of.

  I’ll love her just as she grows and changes, even if she doesn’t know how to love herself. I’ll love her enough for the both of us. I’ll show her in time that she is worth all the love the world has to give, and if I have to give her the world to prove it, then that is exactly what I will do.

  “You’re distracting.” I take a step forward, and when she reached for my shaft, I turn away and lace her fingers in mine. I’m not about to admit that my fucking balls are worn out and my cock literally hurts to the touch right now. If she genuinely wants me instead of ignoring a problem, then that is a different story. I’ll let her have me, regardless if it hurts. Pain is something I can take when it comes to Gabriella because I it is a good pain, not the kind that leaves brutal scars, but the knowledge that love has been here. “We need to talk.” That isn’t a good choice of words. Those are the number one break-up words.