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

by Kelli Callahan

  “He would have found me anyway,” she says. “You can’t stop madness in the mad.”

  “The hell I can’t.” I stomp down to the red throne she was carried out on like some goddess and grab the black whip. “This? This is what he used on you?” I don’t give her time to answer. I get on stage again and see that Kendrick is tied to the pentagram. “Undress him.”

  “Brother! No. I can be better. I can repent. You can have her. She’s nothing to me now. Nothing,” Kendrick begs.

  Jaxon takes off Kendrick’s pants and Owen cuts the shirt off, living him bare to me.

  Instead of speaking, I flicked my wrist, sending the whip through the air until the tip licks his skin.

  He cries out, screaming in agony.

  I don’t stop on his account. I don’t care for his begging. I keep whipping him until I work up a sweat. His back and his ass bleed, but I’m not done. “Turn him around.”

  “Can I?” Gabriella takes the whip from my hand and gets face to face Kendrick, grinning. “I hope you’ll learn your lesson, my sweet.” The whip cracks in the air, and she roars her victory as she lashes his torso. From the tip of his toes to his face, he is covered in red, bleeding welts.

  She wraps the whip around his neck and tightens it. “That’s what happens when you don’t obey, pet.” A tear leaks from the corner of her eye as she takes her own justice.

  There is a special place for people like us.

  Not heaven.

  Not hell.

  Just the space in between.

  Epilogue

  SEBASTIAN

  Seven years later

  “Sebastian,” Gabriella moans my name and arches her body into the air, her pregnant belly round and heavy.

  I hold the vibrating wand between her legs, pressing it against her clit, and her entire body trembles.

  “Oh, God. Sebastian. I can’t. It’s too much. I want more,” she begs, thrusting her wet pussy against the wand.

  My hand lands on her belly, feeling the firmness of the skin stretched from my baby boy. It took us years seven years to get pregnant. We tried IVF treatments and even those failed. We gave up. We stopped trying to have kids, and Gabriella felt like it was all her felt because of the situation with Kendrick.

  I told her we could adopt. I didn’t care if the baby was blood or not. I just wanted a family with her.

  Then six months ago we found out that she was pregnant. A fucking miracle. We found out on the same day we met fourteen years ago. If that wasn’t a fucking sign, if that wasn’t fate, I don’t know what was.

  “I need more, Sebastian, please give it to me,” she whines.

  I look down to see the tip of the wand soaked with her juices. I bring it to my mouth and lick it clean. “So sweet, baby. You taste so good.”

  “Why did you stop? I was so close,” she sneers.

  Her need for sex ever since she’s been pregnant has increased to the point where I’m basically more of a booty call than a husband. She’s always needy, and I am more than happy to give my woman what she wants.

  “I know what my girl wants, and it isn’t this wand.” I bring my hand down on her drenched petals.

  Smack.

  “Sebastian!”

  I spank her pussy again, gathering the wetness with my fingers, I plunge two inside of her tight channel and then bring my other hand into the air, letting it fly.

  Smack.

  “I’m going to come, Sebastian. More. Do it again. Spank my clit.”

  This is a new desire we found she likes when she got pregnant. Her clit is very sensitive these days, and I can make her come just by slapping it.

  I pump my fingers and slap her erect clit, sending her flying. She clenches around me and screams my name until her voice breaks, and she’s an exhausted, flush mess.

  I’m nowhere near done with her.

  “Hands and knees, baby.” I cradle her belly as she flips. “You look so hot pregnant. Fuck, it gets me all worked up knowing that it’s my baby in there.”

  “You’re such a caveman,” she snorts.

  Smack.

  I bring my hand down on her ass, and she shoves her face into the mattress. About a year into our relationship, she found that she likes the sting of spanking. It was something I was too nervous to try because of the whip Kendrick used on her. I believe, in some way, her body craves that pain now.

  I’ll never whip her, but if she wants spanked, I can do that for her. I’ll do anything she wants me to as long as it doesn’t hurt her and it makes her happy.

  Smack.

  “Yes, harder.” She thrusts her ass back, searching for my cock.

  Smack.

  I bring my face between her legs and hum when I see her stickiness dripping from her. I shove my tongue into her cunt and eat her nectar. My eyes roll to the back of my head when my taste buds explode as she slides down my throat. I pinch her clit with my fingers and slap her ass with my other hand.

  Triple sensations and all too soon, she’s coming for me again, sucking my tongue deeper. When she come off her second orgasm, I rip my face away from her pussy and lick my lips, then ram my cock in to the hilt.

  She comes again, just from the intrusion of my shaft.

  It makes a man feel good. Too good. When I make her come like this, I feel like a fucking king.

  Our skin slaps together and when I look down, I see that thick cream I love so much coating my shaft. My fingers bury into the skin of her hips, hard enough to bruise, and she grabs the pillow to bury her face in, to hide her sounds.

  I rip it away from her. “I want to hear you scream. I want to hear what I do to you.”

  “They’ll hear.” She purses her lips and spreads her arms across the bed. She fists the sheets and with every stroke, every hard pound I give her with my cock has her keening.

  “Yeah, just like that, baby. Tell the world how much you love this dick fucking you.”

  “I love it. I want more. Harder.”

  I had to buy a new bedframe since we broke the last one. This time, I got an iron set, something that would last, and give me the leverage I need to fuck Gabriella the way she likes. I drape my body over her and smell the wildflowers and fresh rain. The scent has my orgasm tingling my sack and my toes curling. I turn her head to the side and steal a kiss. I know she can taste herself on my tongue, and she sucks me into her mouth.

  Her skin is soft, and the scars on her back aren’t nearly as bad as they used to be. She wanted treatment for them, and now they are pale white lines. Some are worse than others, but they are much better, and she is more confident with herself. She is proud of her body.

  I love her body no matter how it looks because I love her.

  I flip her over and hold her legs to my chest, tightening her channel by keeping her knees pressed together. “Fuck, why do you feel better and better every time? Keep your legs on my chest.” My hands rub over the mountain of her stomach and cup her breasts which are round with milk.

  They have grown so much. Before they fit in my hand; now they spill out of it. “I’m going to come,” I warn. I should’ve never started playing with her tits. I knew I wouldn’t last another second. I tweak her nipple and milk comes out. I repeat the same motion with my fingers on each tit until the milk dribbles down her breasts and pools right above her stomach. “Look at the mess you’re making, baby.” I’m not t sure why I find it so hot when she leaks milk. Maybe I’m fucked in the head.

  She likes it too.

  I rub my hands down her torso and through the milk, getting us both sticky from it. She wraps her legs around me and applies pressure, which tells me she wants me on my back. I flip over, and she slides down the trunk of my cock with ease. She is so wet. I’m hard to the point I hurt, and if I don’t come soon, I might combust.

  “Your cock is so big.” She cups her leaking tits and tosses her head back in pleasure. “You’re so perfect, stretching me the way you do. God, I want you to get me pregnant again, Sebastian.”

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��I’ll do whatever you want; you just have to stop talking like that or I’m going to blow.” I hold my breath to try to get a grip on my orgasm.

  “Faster.”

  My hands land on her hips, and I rocked her how she likes. She can’t move as fast as she used to because of her belly. The slickness between us has me closing my eyes and counting to ten. She is hot. Tight.

  The counting doesn’t work.

  “I’m so close, Sebastian.”

  “Come for me.” Please, for the love of all that is fucking holy, come, so I can too.

  Her pussy spasms around me, and I see the muscles in her belly tighten, the tendons in her neck protrude, and her hands twist her nipples again to let more milk out. Her orgasm goes on forever and milks me until I feel the tip of her womb.

  I thrust up, smacking my hips against hers, and shout my released. She scratches her nails down my front, leaving her mark like she always does as I fill her up. She and I both are territorial when it comes to each other. She loves to mark me.

  She falls to the side, sliding off my cock, and collapses on her back. Both of us are gasping for air, and our bodies are drenched in sweat.

  “It gets better and better, baby,” she says. “The closer I get to my due date, the more sensitive I become.”

  “You won’t hear any complaints from me.” I suck my lip into my mouth, tasting sweat and the reminisce of her. I turn my head to see why she isn’t talking to me and realize she’s fallen asleep.

  “Me too, baby,” I gather her into my arms. Before I get too comfortable, I gather her pregnancy pillow and situate it in the position she likes and make sure her belly is supported before I lay down and cover us with the blanket. My hand curls under her pillow and the other slides over her stomach.

  The baby kicks against my palm. I love it when he does that. I bet it feels odd for Gabriella, but I wish somehow I could feel what she feels on a day to day basis. I can’t, and I’ll never understand everything she has to go through to carry our child.

  I am thankful, so fucking thankful and happy that we’re getting the family we always wanted and the baby is healthy.

  He kicks me again, and I smile so hard my cheeks hurt.

  “Busy guy. You need to sleep. Mama is tired, buddy,” I pat her stomach, and he kicks me again. “I think you might be a soccer player.” His entire body rolls until he finally settles.

  “Damn it.” Gabriella startles. “He kicked my bladder. I need to pee.” She sits up, and I help her get out of bed, one hand supporting her lower back and the other holding onto her belly. “Stop kicking my bladder or I’ll pee myself,” she warns him. “I don’t want to pee myself … again. It’s embarrassing.”

  I remember that and while she cried because she thought it was ‘literally the worst thing that could ever happen’ her words, not mine, I washed her off and cleaned up the floor. She hated moments like that, but I loved them.

  I cherished them.

  I never thought I’d have this with her. For a moment, I thought she was going to be gone to me forever, but the sea brought her back to me. I never want to experience all that heartache again, even though it led me to the point where my heart is at its fullest.

  She is my wildflower in the rain.

  No matter what darkness is in my life, she’ll be the one to show me the beauty in it.

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  Jaxon

  Here comes the bride, all dressed in white…

  I hummed the catchy, cliché tune as I attempted to make the perfect Windsor knot in my black tie. Black because weddings were just fancy funerals; a ceremony of marrying the wrong person and letting that person constrain the rest of your godforsaken fucking life by only doing what they want, slowly smothering you until you pray to finally be alone in that casket.

  “Fuck this damn tie,” I sneered at my reflection in the mirror and, with a jerky motion, loosened the knot until I yanked the tie off from around the collar of the white button-up shirt.

  “Need a hand?” Sebastian, my best friend, who was more like a brother to me, leaned against the wall with his hands in his pockets, smirking. I hated it when he smirked because it meant he could do something that I couldn’t. I didn’t like not being able to do something. I was the kind of man that made sure he knew how to do anything and everything.

  But a tie? These damn things were my worst enemy, and that was saying something considering my profession and past. No matter how much I practiced, a tie always defeated me.

  “No, I decided not to wear one. For your information.” It was a lie, and he knew it, but I didn’t like to admit weakness. He also knew that, so he never made me feel bad about that less than amazing quality about myself.

  “Right.” He ran his fingers through his thick head of black hair and lifted his hand from his pocket to look at his Rolex. “We need to leave in five minutes.”

  “I’m nearly ready,” I said, not admitting that out of all the jobs we have done together, this was the one I was nervous about.

  We weren’t stealing art. We weren’t stealing diamonds, drugs, or money.

  We were stealing a woman.

  Someone who I have considered mine for an awfully long time.

  Quinn Taylor. The only woman who has ever had my heart.

  She was going to walk down the aisle today and marry the wrong man, the man who set me up and was the reason why I had to spend ten years of my life in prison for committing third-degree murder— something I did not do.

  I got pinned for killing my pregnant sister. Tracy was my best friend. She was good. One of those people you could always count on. She was a much better person than I was. She didn’t deserve to die.

  Ten years ago, I still got into shit I wasn’t supposed to, but I never killed anybody. I met Brian Marks, a guy around my age who wanted to get in the drug industry together and make a fortune. I didn’t do drugs, but selling them? A man could make millions. We decided if we went into business together, we would split profits fifty-fifty.

  Everything changed when he met my sister. Brian got her pregnant, and when Tracy told him, he was high on cocaine and flipped out. She called me crying, and I got in my car and hurried over to calm her down, but when I got there, it was too late. She was dead.

  I had run, what possibly could have happened, in my head a thousand times. It was simple. Brian was fucked up, then he freaked about being a father, and killed her, thinking it took care of a problem. It devastated me to lose Tracy. It was just us since I was eighteen and she was twenty when our parents died in a car accident.

  Then Brian did the one thing I never thought he would do.

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nbsp; He sold me out to the cops. Saying he came home and found me strangling Tracy. His word held over mine because he didn’t have a record, and his daddy was in politics. So I did my time, held my tongue, and planned the day I saw him again.

  Which would be today, and I couldn’t wait to see his face.

  I have been out of prison now for about a year, staying underground with a few buddies and building up our reputation, our money, and waiting until we had the power to go after any personal issues we had.

  Me and my friends, we weren’t like other felons. All of us are innocent. So we devised a plan. We couldn’t get a good job because of our records, and I wasn’t the kind of guy who didn’t enjoy the nicer things in life, so we stole.

  But we only steal from other criminals.

  Drugs, art, money, or whatever the hell was valuable, we planned a heist, and once we had it in our grasp, we sold it, whether it was illegally or at an auction, then we always donated a portion of the money because we were good people. We had hearts of black with flecks of gold.

  A portion of the money. Keywords were important. Kindness didn’t pay the bills, so we kept a cut. Sebastian was an internet guru, and people thought we made our money because we got lucky in investing.

  I guess, in a way, we did.

  Now that we had our feet under us, we all had a bone to pick, and since I formed our little family, I got to go first. With all the heists we did, our revenge should be easy to accomplish.

  We succeeded.

  We conquered.

  We lived like kings.

  The Underground Kings. That was what the criminal world knew us as. No one knew our faces, no one knew where we lived, no one knew our reasons, so they bestowed us with the title of royalty, and we ran with it.

  Life was fucking good, and for me, it was about to get better.

  Not only did Brian Marks set me up, but he stole my girl, and today I was going to get her back. Not because I loved her anymore. This was about revenge. Brian took ten years of my life, and I was going to take ten years from theirs, stopping them from living happily ever after. And then, I was going to torture him until he confessed and cleared my name.