KILLIAN: The O'Donnell Mafia

by Zoey Parker

  Her skin begged for my touch, and I could resist no longer. As we pulled away from the curb, I placed my hand on her warm inner thigh. She bit her lower lip and closed her eyes as she moaned with delight at my touch.

  Her leg was so soft and smooth. I refrained from sliding my hand up between her legs any further, though I knew she wouldn’t resist me. Instead, I put my free hand on her cheek and leaned in to kiss her.

  Our lips touched, and sparks went off. My desire for her pressed hard against my pants, aching to get out and feel her against me. Her lips parted and let my tongue into her mouth. She kissed me delicately, submissively.

  Her gentle fingers found their way to the sides of my face, holding me in place while we kissed. Her legs opened and closed around my hand. She urged me to touch her by pushing her hips towards me.

  I obliged by sliding my hand between her legs. I rubbed my fingers against her lace panties. She was wet with desire. I pressed against her as I ran my fingers along her little slit. She pulled away from our kiss and tilted her head back, moaning in the darkness of the backseat.

  I put my other hand behind her neck and pulled her to me, kissing her tender flesh, dragging my lips and teeth down to her shoulders.

  “Don’t stop, Gunner.” She gasped. “Please, I’m already so close.”

  “I want to taste you,” I breathed into her ear.

  She clenched my hand with her legs and closed her eyes and mouth tight. She gripped my arm with both of her hands and whimpered as she rubbed herself against my hand. Her whimpering turned to moaning as she bit her bottom lip.

  Watching her face as ecstasy washed through her body, I didn’t know if I would be able to contain myself long enough to make it back to the house. If she had so much as touched me, I would have erupted right then. I wanted to wait for my own orgasm until I had really had time to enjoy her.

  She still had no idea what was in store for her when we got back to my mansion.

  “Damn,” she exhaled. She opened her eyes and looked at me. “It’s nice to meet you, Gunner,” she said, wide-eyed and smiling at me.

  She leaned over and kissed me again. Her lips and tongue were so slight and delicate, but I could feel the tension of desire in her body as our tongues danced together. She pulled back from the kiss and rested her forehead against mine in a tender gesture.

  Soon, her body relaxed, and I pulled my hand away from her sex. I couldn’t wait to feel the tender skin behind her panties. I wanted to taste her and feel her wrap around my shaft as I penetrated her tight little body.

  “Please tell me we’ll be there soon,” she said. “I could definitely go for more of that.”

  “Oh, there will definitely be more of that,” I told her.

  This powerful, beautiful redhead next to me was already starting to melt against me, and I hadn’t even begun to work on her. What my fingers had just done through her clothes was just a teaser of what was to come.

  I put an arm around her and held her against my side. She placed one of her delicate hands against my chest. The touch sent thrills through my body. Sierra was doing things to me that no other woman had. Usually a touch was just a touch. At most it meant that we were going to take things further. I couldn’t explain how her touch felt. The sensation rippled through my body like an electric current.

  I felt like Sierra’s touch meant more than just sex, but I also felt like she wanted me to think that. It was part of her game, but I knew all the tricks because I played the same game often with women.

  She was up to something, and it was going to be my job now to break her down so I could either find out what her plan was or change it for her. Playing against someone as skilled as she seemed to be at working people over was a dangerous prospect, but I wasn’t worried. I was far more skilled at than she was.

  I ran a hand down over her soft red hair while she put her head on my shoulder. I could feel her breathing slowing down and growing deeper as she came down from the quick rush of ecstasy. I already had the upper hand over her in this little tug of war.

  As we pulled past the gate onto the driveway leading up to my mansion, Sierra sat up to see where we were. Her eyes sparkled with the light illuminating my property. I imagined she thought herself a princess in a fairytale at that moment, seeing the beautiful palace of her Prince Charming.

  “Pretty good for the head of a motorcycle club,” she said as she slid over to the passenger side door and looked through the window.

  “Indeed,” I agreed.

  Oh, I had such sights to show her when we got inside.

  Chapter Four

  Sierra

  Gunner was not my typical mark, not by a long shot. In the backseat of his car on the way back to his place, he showed me that he was definitely a take-charge kind of guy. He wasn’t someone I could just walk over and take advantage of. I was going to have to stay at least a step ahead of him if I wanted to handle this job successfully.

  As we pulled up to his mansion, I glued myself to the passenger side window in the back. I genuinely was impressed by the sheer size of his home, especially since he’d made his fortune as the head of an MC, but I decided to play it up for him to stroke his ego and win his favor.

  A member of his house staff, probably a security guard, approached the car in formalwear and opened the door to let me out. He took my hand as I stepped out of the car shakily. My legs were still weak from the orgasm he’d given me on the car ride over. It would be a while before I forgot that kind of pleasure.

  I took a couple of tired, shaky steps away from the car, and Gunner’s hand was soon at the small of my back, guiding me into the house. The guard who let us out of the car stayed behind as we took the steps up to the entryway by the front door. Another guard opened the door and let me in.

  “I’ll give you the grand tour tomorrow,” Gunner said as we crossed the marble floor of his living room toward a spiral staircase leading to the second floor.

  “Oh, not tonight?” I asked playfully. I wanted to see the rest of the house. I was curious to know where everything was. I especially wanted to know where I could find any information as to the location of the Sun Stone. I couldn’t help feeling like I was close to my prize, but I couldn’t blow my cover by asking any questions just yet.

  “Not tonight, dear,” he said. “You seem a bit tired, and I have other plans for you.” His voice was no less smooth than before, but now the tone was starting to shift. He sounded dangerous, not endearing or inviting.

  “Oh, other plans.” I chuckled. “You mean what happened in the car wasn’t all?” I teased.

  “Not hardly,” he said flatly as we took the stairs up to a hallway overlooking the large room below us.

  I swallowed hard and clutched my purse. I was trained in self-defense. It was a requirement of working for Coyote, but I had also taken some classes before working for her. The downside of my beauty was that it could also make me a target from time to time for men who thought they owned everything they saw. I also had pepper spray handy, just in case I ran into someone too big for me to take down on my own. Gunner was one of those men.

  “Relax,” he said in a joking tone. “It’s nothing bad. Just think about what happened in the car. It’s more like that.”

  “Oh really?” I asked. “And what makes you so sure I’m that type of girl?” I teased him in an effort to cover up how nervous I was really becoming.

  Instead of answering, Gunner pulled open the double doors leading to his bedroom. He stood aside as I walked in before him, letting him pull the solid wooden doors closed behind us. The room was warmly lit with a few amber lights in the walls. The fixtures were covered so that the light went up and out along the walls instead of shining directly out into the room. In the middle of the far wall was a California king-size bed with dark curtains hanging around it.

  “You let me touch you in the car and didn’t fight it,” he finally answered my question in a commanding tone as he approached me from behind.

  “I did,
didn’t I?” I moaned as I leaned against his firm muscular body.

  “You did, and I want to do it again.” His large hands roamed all over my body, gliding up my sides, over my breasts, and down my stomach.

  “Yes, please,” I heard myself saying. “Do it again, Gunner.” I pressed my ass against his hips and felt his erection growing hard behind me. He did want me as much as his eyes had told me he did back at the club.

  “First,” he said, pushing me away from him. “First, I want you to strip for me.”

  “While you watch?” I asked.

  “Yes, while I watch,” he answered as if it had been one of the most ridiculous questions he’d ever been asked.

  “Okay.” I turned around and dropped my purse onto the floor in front of the bed.

  He grabbed a black metal folding chair and opened it in front of me, sitting down to watch me while I pulled off my clothes.

  I was torn between trying to maintain my professionalism and wanting to do anything this commanding, seductive man asked of me. I was in too deep, though, to stop. I had to keep going, which was exactly what I wanted to do.

  I slid my feet out of my shoes. After I slid my heels behind me, I took one foot and placed it right between his legs in the chair, pressing against his rock hard desire. I felt him with my toes. I felt him surge under my touch. I also felt myself growing wetter with desire for him.

  It would be a blessing, I thought, to get out of my clothes and let him take me on that large bed, where I would be spending the night, no doubt.

  His dark brown eyes probed my body as I stood there before him. I felt his gaze like hands running along the lines of my feminine contours.

  I pulled my foot back and slowly pulled one shoulder strap down over my arm. I let it drop a little, pulling the front of my dress down to show him the curve of my breast and the fair skin leading down to my bra, hiding my soft pink nipple from him. I could feel the anticipation in his gaze, and I felt that same anticipation growing between my legs.

  I let the other shoulder strap drop and held my breasts as I slid the dress down past my red lace bra. I slid the black fabric down to slowly reveal my soft flat stomach to him, still aware of his eyes on my skin.

  Then I let the dress fall to the floor from my hips, revealing the red lace panties he’d pressed his thick fingers against in the backseat of his car. I put a hand behind my back and unclasped my bra. I slid the straps off of my shoulders and let the lacy red fabric fall to the floor, revealing my perky breasts and nipples to him.

  With his stare pressing hard against my skin, I cupped my curved flesh and gave my breasts and gentle squeeze, letting him see my fingers as they wrapped around my nipples and pulled on them gently for him. I bit my lower lip and moaned, squeezing my legs together as I did.

  Gunner nodded down at my underwear to encourage me to take them off.

  I reached down and hooked my thumbs around the waist of my panties and pushed the front down to show him the trimmed red hair above my slit before sliding them down over my ass and along my legs, eventually letting them fall down around my feet. I lifted my foot again, holding my panties out to him. I dropped them in his lap.

  He stood up from the chair as he ran a hand up my leg. His soft skin and firm touch sent thrills throughout my body. He grabbed me by my waist and backed me up to the bed, pushing me until I fell back onto the soft mattress.

  I slid back so that my head was on one of the pillows at the head of the bed, and I watched a smirk spread across his face as I did. I soon discovered what the smirk was for. There were leather straps and cuffs on the bed posts. He moved to clasp my ankles and wrists into the cuffs, spreading me open on my back for him.

  I felt my desire grow more intense, realizing I couldn’t move, and I was completely at his mercy. No, Gunner was nothing like my other marks before him. Gunner wasn’t afraid to take charge in bed, while the others usually wanted me to have all the power, which often got me out of having to actually sleep with people. I just had to use my body.

  Now, Gunner was about to use my body, and I couldn’t have wanted it more.

  “Now you’re mine,” he said behind a devilish smile. “Tell me, Sierra, is this how you imagined tonight going?”

  “No, not at all,” I said, trying to sound nervous for him. My body tingled with excitement.

  He ran a hand along my leg as he walked down to the foot of the bed, where he slowly stripped off his clothes for me.

  First, he dropped his suit jacket to the floor. Then, he took off his tie and wrapped it around one of his hands before unbuttoning his shirt. My excitement grew again, mainly because I was curious about what he planned on doing with that tie. He pulled his shirt out of the waist of his pants and let it fall to the floor behind him, revealing his muscular chest and abs to me.

  I closed my hands in their restraints. My fingers wanted to run along the contours of his muscles and feel his skin pulled firmly over them.

  He undid his belt and opened his pants, letting them and his boxers fall to the floor next. He stood before me naked from head to toe. My eyes followed the lines of his muscles down to his erection. God, he was massive.

  “You don’t have as much to say now, do you?” he taunted me as he walked back around to the head of the bed.

  “Maybe if you give me something to talk about,” I taunted right back, playing into his little game, hoping it would make him harder.

  “Oh, I’ll give you more to do with that mouth than just talk,” he threatened. He unrolled the tie from his hand and wrapped it around my eyes, blindfolding me with it. I couldn’t see anything. The light in the room was even so low that none of it crept around the tie.

  I jumped as he tied a knot behind my head and pulled the blindfold tight against my eyes.

  I was far from a virgin. This was definitely not my first time in bed with someone, but it was the first time I had ever been tied down so that I couldn’t move, and the first time I had been blindfolded. Gunner’s depraved criminal reputation made me nervous about not being able to move or see what was going on, but the desire I saw in his eyes and on his body excited me and made me incredibly wet.

  “Teach me a lesson,” I urged him. “I need to be taught about running my mouth.”

  He didn’t say anything, but I felt the bed sag from his weight between my legs. I heard something that sounded like chains, and then my ankles were being lifted, and the cuffs were being reattached to different points. He was lifting my legs and spreading them wider.

  Then, those manly lips that commanded mine when we kissed were touching the delicate folds of skin between my legs. I sucked my breath in between my teeth and pulled against the restraints on my wrists.

  His tongue pressed against me and spread me open, inserting itself between my wet lower lips. It ran up my slit and over my clitoris, driving surges of pleasure through my body. I tilted my head against the pillow and arched my back.

  His hands were on my legs, running up along my thighs. His palms and fingers felt large enough to wrap around me completely. Not being able to see him made his touch so intense. I reeled from the feel of his skin against mine.

  He sucked at the tender flesh between my legs, tasting me and pulling me into his mouth. I moaned and licked my lips. Again, this wasn’t my first rodeo, but damn, he was good.

  I gasped when he pulled his mouth away from me. His lips and tongue left a vacuum where they had been. Then, his lips gently grazed the inside of one of my raised thighs. My body quivered.

  “Please, Gunner,” I begged. I didn’t know what I was begging for. I just wanted him to touch me down there again in some way. The absence of his touch was almost painful.

  “I like a woman who uses her manners,” he said cunningly above my stomach. I felt his warm breath over my skin.

  His lips kissed me just below my belly button, then he kissed me again, reaching higher each time. My skin rippled with pleasure and desire so intense I knew I would just explode when he went to slide i
nto me.

  I felt his weight shift on the bed as he moved his hands beside me.

  He kissed me between my breasts. I could feel so much. I felt his chest against my stomach. I felt his sides pushing against my legs, spreading them further apart. His weight came down between my legs, pressing against the front of my slit, teasing me with the promise of more.

  His lips found one of my hardening nipples and encircled it. His tongue flicked the tip and sucked on it, pulling it into his mouth. Bright white-hot pleasure shot through my body.

  “Yes, Gunner. Please. I want you so bad right now,” I pleaded with him.

  A firm hand gripped my other breast and gave it a squeeze. His hand covered me completely. He pressed his thumb against my nipple, pinching it gently between his thumb and forefinger. The slight added pain made me arch my back again and cry out.