Make Me Yours (Top Shelf Romance Book 4)

by Devney Perry

  He drops me back to the floor and does as he’s told, rustling through all of my makeup before he flashes the red tube. “What’s this shit?”

  I take it from him and squeeze some onto the palm of my hand as his go back under my ass and he lifts me in the air, shoving me against the wall.

  “It’s Coconut oil. It has many purposes, but tonight…”

  King chuckles against the corner of my neck. “Tonight, it’s going in your ass.” He lifts me further and swipes the balm off my hand. “Chill.”

  I do as I’m told and feel myself loosen around his thumb.

  He bites my lower lip and sucks it into his mouth, the friction from his lower belly against my clit and his thumb in my ass, opening a new portal of pleasure. I start to grind against him, his mouth on my neck again, right below my ear. “Ready?” he growls heavily into my ear.

  I nod frantically, wanting this. Any way that I can have him. His thumb extracts, and then he’s slipping two fingers in, stretching me further, and then three fingers. I whimper in the confusing sensations that are seizing me, holding me hostage.

  I can feel his fingers back inside of me, curling before he rubs some of my wetness onto his cock. He brings the palm of his hand up to his mouth, his eyes remaining on mine as he spits on it and rubs his saliva over himself and at the entrance of my ass.

  His lips come to mine, and he grins. “Always was going to be the first.” His cock forces itself inside of my ass, and I scream, my nails clawing into his shoulders.

  “Jesus, fuck,” he whispers, but not stopping until it’s all the way in. “You good?”

  I nod, swiping the tears that have pinched out of my eyes.

  He starts pumping in and out, and after some time, I find myself convulsing around him. His finger comes to my clit as his cock thrashes inside of me relentlessly. I can feel myself chasing that high, like a junkie to the climb and a slave to the fall. I wrap my arms around him as King bounces me up against the wall, my head smashing against it. He lowers his head and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, pulling it between his teeth and grazing it. A guttural scream rips out of me as I finally catch my orgasm and ride it to the end. I feel his cock throb inside, but he drops me back to the ground and pulls me closer to the bed.

  He hooks his fingers into mine as he lies back. “Ride me.”

  “What?” I exhale, trying to hide the fact that I’m tired as shit, and my limbs are weak. “As in with my pussy?”

  He rolls his eyes and brings his finger to my slit. His finger slips inside and swirls. “Really wish I could give you a double penetration experience, Little Bird, but the thought of another cock anywhere near you damn near makes me violent.”

  I freeze, crawling up the bed as he lies back down. I’m throwing my leg over him and sinking onto his dick when I lean over and brush my lips over his. “I don’t want any other cock near me, so I’ll pass.” I ride him slowly as he groans, his hands coming to my waist.

  “Speed up.” It’s not a question; it’s an order.

  I don’t. I need a second to catch up because he just made me orgasm, and I need a damn minute. When I don’t listen, he takes charge again, lifting me off his dick and smashing me back down. His other hand snakes up my back as he yanks me down on top of him, his lips coming to mine.

  He growls and flips me over until he’s on top of me now, hiking my leg up to his hip. He circles into me slowly, his thrust every bit powerful. His lips never move, his tongue on mine like a hungry category five hurricane, threatening to kill everyone in its path. He rides me until my legs shake. I can barely lift them higher. The only time he breaks the kiss is to drop his forehead onto mine, eyes directly on mine, his sweat dripping from the tip of his nose and onto my mouth. I lick it up, bringing my hands to his face. Before I can analyze what the hell it is that we’re doing, I’m squeezing around his cock again, my constraint on how much I can physically handle slowly snapping as I ride through my second orgasm and then come down.

  This time he’s losing the fight against his control. “Fuck,” he moans into my mouth. It’s brutally soft and could well be my undoing. I clench around him again as he picks up speed, his mouth back on mine. Whimpers fall from my mouth as I feel my clit swell.

  “Let go, baby. For me,” he whispers, his voice strained. As if on cue, I release around him, this time when I come, I don’t scream. I weep into his neck, damn fucking tears almost stinging my eyes. His cock jerks inside of me as he growls through his release. “Fuck!” He pulls out softly after, rolling onto his back with one arm shading his eyes. “Yeah, I’m nowhere near done with you.”

  I giggle, but it’s fake. What happened between the two of us toward the end was intense, strong enough to weave the strings we both agreed we wouldn’t have.

  After getting rid of King, I’m wincing and running to the tent to meet Delila. My ass and pussy hurt, but it has nothing on the confusion I feel inside my head. My running stops when my eyes land on that little girl again. I can’t remember her name.

  I look to the left and right, wondering where her father is, or whoever it was that scared her away from me the last time.

  “Hi.” I wave.

  It’s coming up to Thanksgiving weekend and then it’s Christmas, and although it’s not as cold here as it is farther up North, it’s cold if you’ve just come from Texas heat. The little girl is wearing a light jumper and little gumboots with her dress.

  “Hi.” She swings her arms back and forth. “My daddy said that you’re a witch.”

  I flinch, just as King’s hand comes to my arm. “Go home, Jessie.”

  Jessie shrugs, and then turns and runs through the clearing of the forest. It’s the first time I have really taken a look as to where we are, and it doesn’t look like our usual spot.

  I turn to King, whose arm is hooked around my back. “What was that about?”

  King’s eyes are still following the young girl before he looks down at me. “She’s just a kid.”

  I raise my eyebrows. “Sounds like a pretty convincing kid.”

  He releases me. “She has convincing parents.”

  I let it go, looking around at where we are. “Where are we?”

  He gestures in front of me. “At Delila’s other mansion. We come here for Thanksgiving and Christmas.”

  “You guys have traditions?” I ask, falling into step beside him. “I’m shocked.”

  “I didn’t say a tradition, just something we do.”

  I want to say that that makes it a tradition, but I get the feeling Kingston has two different moods. One when we’re in bed—by far my favorite—and the second when we’re out in civilization. It’s intense and rocky, and quite honestly, it gives me whiplash.

  We step through the forest clearing, and the first thing I see is the large tent set up in the backyard. Behind the tent, I can see the sides of an old-style brick home. Delila and these people obviously have too much money.

  “She leaves the tent up for practice.”

  I turn around to face King. “Why did you keep me for a week in that cell?”

  He doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t so much as blink. “Because you weren’t ready.” His eyes drift over my shoulder.

  “Is that what you guys do? Steal people off the street and then force them to work for you? Is that the way everyone got here?”

  King looks down at me, somewhat annoyed. “Yes, Dove. Everyone who works here who isn’t in a founding family is recruited. No, we don’t have to force anyone to join. Usually it’s a pretty easy decision, but none of them are civilians.”

  “And if they say no?” I ask, searching his eyes. I’m guessing by founding family he means the creators of Midnight Mayhem, so I don’t question that.

  “Then they say no,” he adds, without saying anything else. I get the feeling they won’t let people walk away from this. They’re loose ends. Maybe Delila wasn’t joking when she said that she saved my life.

  “And how do you choose them?” I further ask as we mak
e our way toward the tent. I’m dressed to dance. I need to dance.

  “You’re awfully nosey tonight, Little Bird,” he jokes, and then his hand comes to mine and he pulls me through the opening doors. “Did I not fuck the questions out of you?”

  Killian, Keaton, and Kyrin are inside talking. The conversation looks heated, and when we enter, they quickly turn to face us, their angry faces morphing.

  “What’s up?” Killian nods his head at us both.

  King stares at him, his lips slowly curving up as his arm snakes around my waist. “Dove is going to practice. On me. Wanna watch?” Why is he tormenting them? “What about you, Keats? Bet you do.”

  I suddenly feel like the rose in a garden of thorns. “King,” I whisper. “What is going on?”

  “Nothing,” he answers loudly, his eyes still on The Brothers. “Just a disagreement. Go set up.”

  I head to the center and drop my ballet slippers onto the ground. I need something hot and fast to warm up my body, so I fiddle with the sound deck while I stretch. I tie my shirt up at the front and flex the band of my Nike shorts, snapping them against my skin. I close my eyes and then open them, hitting play on “Dark Times” by The Weeknd featuring Ed Sheeran. The beat infiltrates my mind, and my body follows its lead. My hair trails down my back as my eyes close when the hook kicks up. I drift around delicately, my body hitting every beat in fluid, strict movements. The chorus sneaks in, and I flick my head over, my hands coming to my ankles. Hands grip my hips from behind, momentarily shocking me. I flip my hair back and turn over my shoulder, smirking when I see King shirtless behind me. Damn. He spins me around roughly as the chorus plays. I go flying across the floor before he yanks me back into his chest, and we move fluidly together. I run every beat, and he chases it.

  I never ever would have thought that King could dance. He’s way too serious, too scary to be so blessed with so many talents. If you ever wondered if God played favorites, just look at King. Then again, wasn’t Lucifer also a favorite? When the beat slows, I rub my body against his, and then just as the closing chorus starts again, I smirk from over my shoulder, grinding into him. He pulls me in again, and I lean back, my hair sashaying across the ground. The dance is intimate, our movements igniting fire beneath our feet.

  The song finishes and the next one starts playing, but I bounce away and hit pause, spinning back around to face him. “What the fuck! I had no idea you could dance!”

  King shrugs, wrapping his lips around a bottle, his eyes still on mine.

  “It’s no secret that he can, Little Bird.” Val slithers in, and I spin around to see a whole lot of people in the tent, obviously watching our little—thing. “It’s just that he doesn’t want to.”

  “Fuck off, Val,” King bites, tossing the bottle across the ground. I try to search out the rest of The Brothers but only find Kyrin. Keaton and Killian long since left.

  Kyrin leisurely walks onto the stage, and King starts laughing, shoving him back by his shoulder. “You can fuck right off.”

  Kyrin’s eyes slide off me and onto King. “Why? At least let me in.”

  King pauses.

  Kyrin chuckles. “Or don’t you trust her?”

  “I don’t have to trust her. We’re just fucking.”

  Val winces, as do I, deep down. Val quickly composes herself and walks off.

  “Well, then if we’re just fucking, sure, Kyrin. Take a seat.” I glare at King and grab one of the chairs from the audience.

  “Oh, I’m here for this.” I hear one of the Demon actors say from the seating area.

  Kyrin shakes his head, finally bringing his eyes to mine. “You know where my room is when the time comes.” He turns to head out of the tent, and I spin around to face King, my hands on my hips.

  “Don’t go bitch on me, Little Bird. You know damn well that’s all we’re doing.” He leaves behind Kyrin, obviously going to do damage control. I’m confused with what’s going on, and I can feel the tension between them all. All I know is I don’t know why. I know how I felt when we had sex earlier today. Multiple times. But there were times that were more. I don’t know if he noticed it, but when he’s lost inside of me, a small part of his wall cracks, and I see flashes into his soul.

  “Hey, chica!” Rose hits my hip with hers. “You and King finally there.”

  “Yeah,” I say, bringing my eyes to hers. “Though I’m not sure if it’s something I should be talking about.”

  “Hey,” she says, looking around skeptically. “Did you open that note I gave you?”

  “Oh shit!” I whisper. “I forgot all about it. It will still be in my room. Come on, let’s go.”

  “I’m coming!” Maya yells out, leaving Val and Mischa behind, dumbfounded.

  “She’s different, Dove. You can trust Maya.” I’m not sure why she felt the need to tell me that, but I thank her anyway. We start on our way back to the RV, and while Maya and Rose talk about some guy who’s missing, I’m lost in my head trying to figure out what The Brothers could be fighting about. Is it about me, or is it still about Killian and his mom being some weird sex addict? And what about all those strange men? Killian’s mom had the same tattoo. My eyes close for a brief second, but it’s enough for a flashback to come over me.

  Red hair fell over the girl’s shoulders as she ran toward a field. I stopped; my hands tightly secured in my father’s. I pulled on him. “Where is she going?”

  Father looked ahead and smiled. “Probably to watch the hot air balloons. It’s your favorite part of carnival weekend.”

  “I know.” I rolled my eyes at my father’s obvious fact. “But why is she excited?”

  “Well, you’re not the only one who loves hot air balloons, Little Bird. Your sister does, too.”

  I freeze, my footing falling. We’re a few footsteps away from the RV when Rose and Maya both turn to see what’s stopping me.

  “Now what’s wrong?” Maya asks.

  I think over what I just saw inside my head. The clean, crisp blades of grass underneath the soles of my shoes. The early sunset off in the distance burns against an orange sky. The girl with red hair, who looked like a replica of me. “Nothing.” I keep walking, my brain fuzzy in confusion. I’ve never seen that before, never had a memory that dated that far back. Maybe I fabricated it somehow. I squeeze my eyes shut and count to three before swinging the door open.

  “What’s wrong?” King asks, his eyes searching mine.

  “Nothing.” I shove past him as the girls follow behind me.

  King lets them through before yelling, “Bullshit.”

  I glance out the side of the window on my way to my room when I see Killian standing outside, staring right at me as I move through the RV. This is a depth I’ve never seen in Killian, and it frightens me. Enough for my footsteps to pick up.

  “Dove!” King blocks me inside my room, both of his bare arms stretched on either side of the exit. I try not to look closely at his chest, but every time I do, I find myself drawn to his tattoos, especially the two red roses over his hip. “What’s wrong?”

  “It’s nothing. I think. I just had a weird flashback.” I take a seat on my bed, looking behind him to see Rose watching me from the kitchen. Maya is making herself something to eat, but my eyes lock on Rose like don’t leave me here. It’s the same silence we used when we were both locked on the boat.

  She nods, and I know she understands.

  I exhale.

  King tenses. “You don’t have them often?”

  I shake my head, my eyes landing on the clothes I was wearing that night when I was with Rose, and she tucked the note inside my shorts. I can see the edge of the paper sticking out from beneath my bikini. “No. Not usually. I actually can’t remember anything from before my father and mother were killed.”

  The air shifts, and for the first time since I first met Kingston, I feel unsafe with his proximity. The air thickens, and darkness caves in around me. I swing around, with an eerie feeling that something, or someone is watch
ing me. I haven’t felt this feeling since they stole me.

  I haven’t felt this feeling since that night.

  I know what this feeling is. It’s like an old friend has walked into the house for the first time in a long time, carrying his aura with him.

  “The Shadow,” I whisper, standing. I almost trip over myself and land back on my ass when King reaches out and catches me.

  “Thanks,” I say, my eyes traveling up to his. When I land on them, they’re bleak, black, and send chills down my spine. Suddenly, I don’t feel comfortable with his hands being around me.

  “King,” I whisper. “Why did something just change?”

  His jaw clenches and then his eyes soften. “What? It didn’t. Get changed,” he announces, turning back around to exit the room. “We’re going to another party. This time, it’s with my parents.”

  Dove

  As soon as King leaves my room, Rose is there, glaring at me. “What was that?” The presence of The Shadow has gone, as if it was never there, and it’s left me feeling a merge of emotions, mainly confusion.

  “I honestly don’t know.” I stumble to the ground and pick up the piece of paper from beneath my clothes, unraveling it. The image is a sketch of a dove. It’s juvenile, as if a kid drew it, but not terrible.

  “Weird,” I say, turning my head to the side. “What does this mean?”

  Rose takes a seat on my bed and draws her knees up to her chest. “I don’t know. I was hoping you would. I mean, it’s a little strange that it’s a dove.”

  I examine it again. “Yes. It’s weird.”

  Rose stands from my bed and kneels in front of me, her hands on top of mine. “Something doesn’t feel right about King, Dove.” Her voice is a whisper, but her eyes are a glare. “And with Jack missing, I don’t think—”

  “Wait,” I interrupt her. “What do you mean Jack is missing?”

  “What, you didn’t know?” she asks, one eyebrow quirked. “He’s been missing since we all played Killian’s hide-and-seek game.” She exhales. “What I’m trying to say is that we can’t forget how we came in here. Maya? She was born into a founding family. I was a recruit.”