Kingston (Four Fathers Book 2)

by Dani René

  It’s been a week.

  Well, almost ten days to be exact.

  Each night, I go to Levi’s house. Every time I’m there, we fuck. He loses himself inside me, and I lose my heart to him. I should stop it. I’m going to get hurt and there’s nothing I can do because I feel more for him than I should. I see the pain in his eyes when he looks at me. It’s clear. He’s warring with his emotions too. But neither of us puts a stop to what we’re doing.

  As if we’re both addicts. I want him more than I should. My dreams are haunted by him, but it’s my heart that’s slowly warming to his brand of dirty. His words, his actions—everything about him is wrong for me.

  Pushing open the door to his house, I step inside, finding it silent. Normally, he has music playing when I arrive, but tonight, there’s nothing. It’s deafening. Inching my way through the foyer, I find him in the kitchen. He’s dressed in a pair of sweats and nothing else.

  I finished up work late because Eric wanted the early morning meeting’s minutes typed up, but now that I’m here, the stress of the work day disappears.

  “Baby girl.” He smiles, finding me in the doorway. He makes his way over, planting a kiss on my cheek. The smell of whiskey on his breath is enough to tell me there’s something very wrong.

  “Are you okay?”

  He nods. Since he wasn’t at work today, I figured he may be sick, but then he messaged me to come over, so here I am.

  “I mean, you weren’t at work,” I continue when he doesn’t say anything. Setting my purse on the table, I settle on the chair, watching him move about the kitchen making something that smells delicious. “I didn’t know you cooked.”

  “Not since… it’s something that I used to do with…,” he utters finally his words tapering into silence and I know he’s thinking about his wife.

  Okay. It’s like I’m having an out of body experience. Normally, he’s on me in seconds, ripping at my clothes, wanting me naked. This is more than strange, it’s scary.

  “So, I—”

  “Take off your clothes. Sit on the table. Don’t speak.” His words are colder than normal. Almost as if it’s someone else in Levi’s body.

  I shuffle to my feet and unzip my skirt, allowing it to fall to the floor. My blouse is the next to pool at my feet. I’m about to settle on the table when he turns around to glare at me.

  “All your clothes. I want you naked.”

  His short, brusque sentences jar me. Even though he can be an asshole, this is on a whole other level. But for some reason, I don’t leave. I don’t walk out on him. He’s hurting. When I stare into those dark eyes, I see the pain etched in them so deeply, it grips my heart.

  Once my panties are on the floor, I perch myself on the kitchen table. The dark sky is filled with stars that twinkle on the other side of the window. I focus on those, wondering if I’m doing the right thing. Even though I know Levi’s wife is no longer alive, I feel as if I’m cheating with a married man because of the way he’s looking at me right now.

  In this moment I feel most like the other woman. Perhaps he doesn’t mean to do it, but my heart aches in my chest realizing that maybe he’s still in love with her and I’m only a distraction.

  “Open your legs. Finger your pretty cunt,” he growls, turning off the stove. He stalks toward the table as if he’s about to attack me, but he doesn’t. His body looms over me as he watches my hand snake down my flat stomach to find my pussy.

  I’m already wet. My finger dips inside, finding the arousal Levi elicits from my body with his harsh words. I’m broken, shattered for this man, and all my cracks are filled with him.

  As much as I want to deny it, I’m falling into his abyss, and there’s no way out.

  “Levi, I—”

  He grips my hand, shoves it away, and spanks my pussy so hard, I cry out in shock.

  “I told you not to speak,” he warns, leaning in closer. He runs his nose along my inner thigh until he reaches the apex. When he rises, he rains down another swat on my tingling lips. Tears spring to my eyes as he continues slapping my tits, pussy, and inner thighs. They turn bright red before he finally stops.

  “You’re so beautiful, aren’t you?” he questions.

  I don’t answer, because I’m not sure I am. Yes, I’m pretty, I guess, but no one has ever called me beautiful. He massages my tender skin, but doesn’t make a move to touch my pussy. He laps his tongue over my breasts, nipples, and thighs. Small bruises dot my flesh where he’s bitten me while we’ve had sex, and I wear them proudly.

  “You’re mine, and so fucking beautiful it hurts me.”

  His words sting. Not painfully, but they make my heart hurt over the fact that he can’t love me—especially since I know I love him. I’ve fallen for a man whose heart is so firmly locked away, I don’t think I’ll ever have access to it. I’m stupid for believing he could feel something. I’m nothing more than a whore who’s been paid to fuck him.

  “Get out of your head, Kristyn,” he utters against my knee. Baring his teeth down on the skin, he bites as much as he can against the bone, causing me to whimper. “Is your pretty pussy wet for me?”

  “Yes,” I whisper, ashamed his spanking turned me on. I’m needy once more, wanting him to use me. I wish he would break me so I don’t feel what I do for him. I wish I could hate him, feel anger toward him, but I don’t.

  In a swift move, he shoves his sweats down, his cock jutting, thick and angry, from between his thighs. The veins protrude from the shaft, causing it to look scary. He fists it, stroking up and down my nether lips, coating himself in my arousal.

  A whimper falls from my lips when he slaps my clit with the tip of his cock. He doesn’t waste another minute before sliding into me. I watch as his body connects with mine. I avoid looking at his face so I don’t see the pain in his expression.

  There’s something different about this.

  There’s more emotion between us in this moment than there has been since we started this strange relationship. He’s deep inside me now, hitting my cervix with every thrust. His hips fit between my thighs. His thumb circles my clit, causing my pussy to tighten around him, pulsing in pleasure.

  “I want your ass tonight,” he grits out between clenched teeth, his jaw ticking. The thought has me spiraling. Even though he’s fingered me there, he’s never pushed for anal. Now he wants it, and I’m scared.

  Without warning, he pulls out and grips my hips, tugging me off the table. I’m bent over and my legs are spread before I have time to fathom what’s happened. His hands open the cheeks of my ass, baring myself to his gaze.

  I’m about to ask what he’s doing when his tongue snakes over me, taunting my tight hole. My face heats with embarrassment as he continues to lick me there—where I’ve never even had my own fingers.

  He spits on the spot between the cheeks, his fingers delving into me, opening me up for his cock. I don’t know how it’s going to fit. I have no idea how much it will hurt. As his two digits scissor me open, I claw at the table, trying to hold on for dear life.

  His other hand snakes around to my pussy, teasing my clit as he fingers my ass. The pleasure and pain send sparks of lightning through me. Each nerve in my body is electric, shocking me with every movement he makes. My body is his toy, and he’s enjoying playing with me.

  “Such a pretty, dirty, little girl,” he growls, spitting more saliva onto the opening. “Relax, baby girl. I’m going to make you feel so damn good.” It’s a promise. Yes, I’m scared, but I also want him.

  He rises, his fingers gone. Then, I feel it. Cool liquid dripping onto my ass. When I cast a glance over my shoulder, I watch him pour olive oil over my body. Then the tip of his cock is there, nudging me. It requests entrance, and I breathe through the moment he pushes into me. I’m being stretched, opening to him, my body accepting.

  “Fuck yes,” he grinds out harshly as pain skitters up my spine. His hands massage my back and hips before finding my clit and tweaking it while pushing inch by inch i
nto my ass.

  I’m not sure I can take anymore, but I do. He keeps going. And just when my eyes roll to the back of my head, the pain and pleasure seem to merge into one intense explosion. My knees wobble as he dips his head beside mine.

  “You’re utterly fucking perfect,” he says reverently, each word another slice to my heart. The heart that’s falling so deep into his orbit. The heart that’s finding love with a man who doesn’t offer it back.

  “Just fuck me,” I retort. Love and anger, both emotions swirl through me, taunting me with what I want, but it’s too far out of reach. “Just fucking make me cry.”

  My words are fueled with the anger gripping me. And that’s when Levi finally snaps. His hips pull away, then slam back in, causing me to scream. My throat burns from the sounds he’s drawing from my body.

  “Do you think I don’t want you?” he roars as his cock impales me. It feels like he’s tearing me apart, trying to split me in half. “I fucking want you, Kristyn,” he says, fucking me harder with each word. His savage is loose, forcing my hips against the edge of the table.

  “Please, Levi.” I don’t know what I want. More. Less. Love. Hate.

  “Fuck, baby girl,” he growls.

  “I can’t.”

  “Yes, you fucking can,” he commands. Everything is too much. Emotion. Pain and pleasure. They’re all churning together in a tumultuous hurricane that’s about to drag me into darkness. “Fuck.” Words fall from his mouth as he finally takes me harder than I’ve ever felt before.

  “Levi!”

  “Tell me, Kristyn,” he orders harshly. “Tell me what your eyes keep confessing. Say it,” he grunts, slapping my ass as his fingers tug my clit and his cock tears into my tight entrance. “Say it.”

  “I love you!” I finally cry out.

  His body locks along with mine as we both find release. I come so hard, my knees give out. My body is sore, but my chest heaves with happiness and sadness all in one.

  I said it.

  His heated arousal fills me, spurting deep into my body. Warm arms wrap around me, pulling me impossibly closer to him. I want this, I need this. He lifts me without a word and carries me up the stairs and into the bedroom. My mouth opens to say something, but he shakes his head, his eyes boring into me.

  Gently, he presses a finger to my lips, quieting any words that would’ve come tumbling out of my mouth. He plants a soft kiss on my cheek, then covers me with the thick comforter. It’s warm in the room, but it’s the gesture that makes me shiver.

  He’s been angry, more than I’ve ever seen him. The pain in his eyes is palpable. He turns, shutting the door, leaving me in his bedroom, in his bed and I wonder what the hell just happened.

  My body still aches, my heart more so, it hurts because I know I can’t fix him. No matter how I try, I can’t change who he is, and it seems I certainly can’t heal the pain inside this man. But, I can be there for him. Not only because he needs me to be, but because I find that I want to be.

  My eyes close, and I allow sleep to steal me.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Levi

  Three weeks.

  Fifteen working days.

  And each night I’m inside her, I feel more.

  She told me she loved me, and I filled her with my cum. I didn’t say it back. I haven’t said anything about what happened that night. I haven’t told her why I was so angry. It wasn’t at her; it was at myself. At my feelings.

  I shouldn’t be fucking her more and more every day. But every morning I wake up, I find myself wanting to be near her again. Only, it’s no longer about the sex. There’s more. My chest is tight, my mind is no longer on bringing in clients. All I’m thinking about is more ways to make her scream my name.

  What the fuck was I thinking when I decided to sink my dick into my assistant?

  Not a damn thing.

  Because all my blood had found its way to my erection and she was the only thing I craved more than my next fucking breath. There’s nothing more I can do now. I’m addicted, and if I go cold turkey, I lose the best thing that’s happened to me since I lost the one woman who held my heart.

  But why would Kristyn even want to spend time with me? She’s beautiful, young, and has her whole life ahead of her. The meeting with Masterson Electronics went well. So well, I asked Kristyn to celebrate with me.

  I don’t do shit like this. I’m the asshole. Not the one who makes women’s dreams come true. And each time she looks at me, I feel it. Her affection is growing. Her heart is no longer in her hands, but in mine. The problem is, I don’t know what to do with it.

  After Roger Masterson walked out and I glanced at the signed contract, I was elated. Eric will be happy with the ten million this client is bringing to the table. And when I looked at my little tease, she had happiness written all over her beautiful face.

  Two bottles of champagne later, we decided to take the party to my suite. It was innocent—until I turned the music on. Kristyn decided to show me her moves. This included swaying her hips, rubbing her hands over her generous tits, and twirling her hair in a way that had me wanting to fist those chestnut locks and tug them back while I fucked her ruthlessly.

  Of course, I couldn’t resist. So, I did. But I also showed her who I really am: a man addicted to choking, fucking, and making her scream until her lungs give out. She didn’t refuse me, which shocked me to shit. She is as feisty in bed as she is in the office. It turns me on to no end. After I finally got a taste of Kristyn, I doubt I’m going to want to stop.

  She is everything I want, need, and more. My cock throbs at the memory of her calling me Sir while I plunged into her tight little hole. Her moans and whimpers are my fuel. A knock at the door drags me from the elicit images in my mind.

  “What?” I bite out. As soon as the door swings open with a soft whoosh, I’m met with the woman in question. “Kristyn.”

  “Levi—Mr. Kingston, the meeting is about to start,” she mumbles, a rosy blush darkening her fair skin, which only serves to remind me how beautifully she glowed as she unraveled beneath me. Her voice is tentative, wary even. And she should be. I’m so wound up, I’d easily take her on the boardroom table with everyone watching.

  “Come in,” I command. Her body trembles as she steps into my cavernous office. “I want you in the meeting today. You’ll take notes. I want them typed up and emailed to me after. Eric will be there as well. I trust that won’t be a problem?”

  “Not at all. I’ll get my iPad and meet you there.” She smiles, lifting her big blue eyes to meet mine.

  There’s no doubt my girl is a filthy little slut when she wants to be. But when she’s the shy, submissive woman, it intrigues me more.

  She still hasn’t told me why she needed the money. And each month, I will send her an amount that will keep her out of the strip club. She’s been negligent to tell me what she’s using my money for and I know soon I’ll have to decide what to do about it.

  One moment of weakness in that strip club a little over two weeks ago and I’m like a horny teenager every time this woman is near me. Rising from my chair, I round my desk and shrug on my jacket, then head out the door to find her perched on her desk.

  I fasten the buttons while watching her gaze rake its way over my frame. Her tongue flicks out, wetting her lips. Pink, glossy, plump. Perfect dick sucking lips.

  “Are you ready?” I question as I reach her.

  She nods with a smile, “Almost.”

  “Good, meet me there.” I leave her to gather what she needs.

  As soon as I stalk into the boardroom, I find Brent sitting at the long table ringing his hands. “God, Levi, I’m fucked. I have a shipment that was meant to arrive two days ago and it’s still not here,” he hisses. He’s always fucked.

  “What is it this time, Brent? You get caught fucking your mistress and didn’t sign off on time?” I chuckle, only to have him roll his eyes.

  “No, Gigi told me she’s pregnant. She won’t take a paternity test. I
need a court order, but I want your help. This needs to be kept quiet. My wife can’t find out. So, it’s been a tough time, and yes, I forgot to sign off.”

  The man enjoys offering me more information than I need to know. I want to sigh so he knows what a disappointment he is as a man. This guy is an asshole. What I’d like to do is punch him in the dick, then tell him to stop fucking around on a beautiful woman who loves him. But if I did that, I’d lose another massive client for the company, so I sit quietly.

  Eric isn’t here yet, which I find strange. Perhaps he’s out fucking some Barbie jail bait or taking her to school. The man is worse than I am with pussy.

  I turn my attention to this asshole who’s becoming tiresome. This is the fourth time in three months he’s been in my office needing an urgent shipment brought in. This time, however, I’m charging him triple what we normally would. I’m tired of his bullshit.

  Before I have time to respond, Kristyn walks in, sending heat surging through me. Her white blouse is almost see through and I can just make out the outline of the beautiful bra encasing her full breasts. She settles beside me, her iPad sitting on the table in front of her.

  Meeting Brent’s worried gaze, I lean my elbows on the table. “Let’s get this show on the road. When, where, how, and what are we bringing in? Kristyn will take notes and get on booking the trucks you need.”

  Brent’s gaze is overly appreciative of her, which pisses me off. He’s an asshole, and Kristyn doesn’t need him ogling her body. She needs someone who can appreciate her. Someone who can take care of her. Like me. The thought startles the shit out of me. Brent starts his story, and my mind drifts to the night with the beauty beside me.

  Kristyn’s been dancing around my room for more than ten minutes. Rising from the sofa, I stalk toward her. “Do you like teasing me, Kristyn?” I growl, low and feral.

  “I think you’re the tease, Levi,” she murmurs, desire dripping off every word. Reaching for her hips, I tug her against me. Her ass is against my crotch, the ridge of my erection nestling between those pert cheeks I’ve been salivating over for months.