Merciless King: A Hero Club Novel

by Ellie Jean

  “Schnookerdookies!”

  Chuck jumps but continues to laugh and I join him. Chuck’s right.

  “It does sound that way.”

  “I’d love to see your skills?” Dark eyebrows raise and his mouth kicks up at the ends in a questioning grin. “And I believe you want to hear some more of my sexy voice in private?”

  I almost spurt my martini all over him.

  Cheeky bastard.

  My hair is silky smooth, makeup light but sexy, clothes flirty and tight and I’d done all of this in thirty minutes for one sole purpose; to get Chuck beside me again. With no clue to what we are doing, but a hope Chuck could be the special one, I want to enjoy this man and try and work it out. My mind and body’s reaction, wanting to show him my true self overwhelms me when I think about it. And I think about it like a revolving door. It must mean something, but not having any true feelings for any other guy except for back in school, I’m vague on how I should proceed. I’ll go with what I know.

  Seduction and sex.

  Listening.

  Getting lost in his gaze, I nod. “I want more. So much more.”

  That’s all it took before I was whisked to my feet and lead to the exit.

  Caroline

  “You won’t be needing this.” His mouth travels down to my breasts, nipping my exposed skin. His hands make quick work of my silk shirt, ripping it in two. “Your skin is so delicious, I could feast on it for hours.”

  I wish he would.

  My scalp prickles with a shiver and my nipples harden under his precise touch. I moan loudly and his hands knead rougher and harder, eliciting another groan from me. My insides clench and we’ve only got through my apartment door from our separate cars. It didn’t go unnoticed someone else drove Chuck, but that’s a question for later. There is no time for casual chat but a need to be absorbing each other as fast as we can.

  “I can tell you like this.” Roaming my skin further with his hands, my legs quiver and my eyes roll back.

  “Hmmm.” It might be fast, but there’s thought put into his touch. He’s precise and is putting my needs first.

  “Open your eyes, Blossom.” Doing as I’m told, I lift my head to find a possessed man. Lust and strength radiate from his eyes and body. Leaving me bereft of his touch, he lifts his shirt off and I’m met with his muscular, decorated body.

  “Can I show you my ball skills?” My hands itch to caress his skin and I want to latch on to it.

  “Not yet, Caro. I want to make you feel special first.” In an instant he spins me around so my back is to his front wrapped in his arm holding me tight against his skin. I have no reply. He listened to me and I exhale rapidly.

  Reaching back, my arms grab his ass and I yank his cock closer to me. Grinding against him, his warmth runs up and down my skin from neck to my jeans. His teeth and mouth service the top half and his hands roam freely over my stomach. Trying to contain my panting, it’s impossible when he pulls my button open and pushes his fingers down so they are sliding through my drenched cleft.

  “Fuck me. So goddamn beautiful.” Pushing back toward him, his finger spears into my pussy and my legs momentarily give out. Trying hard to concentrate on my hands, I fumble with his jeans and in some pathetic fashion, manage to lower the sides down.

  My fingers grab his tight bare skin.

  “Thank the Lord.” Whoops, my words come out loud and clear.

  A laugh escapes as his fingers dance over my clit, rendering me useless. Enjoying his touch, melting farther into Chuck, I let him continue.

  “I need my pants off.” Deciding I want my jeans off more than I need to touch his nakedness for a moment, I push my jeans down. It seems painstakingly slow but a necessity. Looking forward, I’m slowly turned by my shoulders and inspected like I’m a rare piece of priceless china. His eyes show me the depths of the man within him.

  “Caro. You’re stunning.” A wild whisper escapes his mouth and I am in awe of how he is regarding me so preciously. Heat spreads across my face but I don’t move, allowing him to take me in entirely. Watching his face is beautiful. Desire, longing, confusion, happiness but most of all desperation fleet over it and my stomach fills with bubbles vibrating, making me giddy.

  “Thank you.” My fingers itch at my side to reach forward but before I can move, I’m pulled forward, captured by his arms and hand at my pussy. I’m pushed toward the wall until my back hits it. A finger pushes inside me and I look at his thick cock protruding from his half pushed down jeans. I can’t manage to hold my eyes still as he surges in and out with his finger, faster and deeper. My hips push against his hand dying for more and I reach up to grab his shoulders so I can steady myself against him.

  Leaning forward, his teeth nip at my nipples, hard.

  “Ouch. Careful,” I blare. But I already know I want more of it.

  A dark laugh and gruff voice interrupts. “Is it pain or pleasure?” My pussy clenches each time his teeth bite and stretch my sensitive nub. With my head pounding against the wall, my heart thudding and his fingers probing deep and strong inside me, my legs quiver and a cool sweat breaks out over my skin. I feel drunk and woozy.

  “It feels so right.” Holding on tight, my fingers dig hard into his muscular frame.

  “I’ll make you feel more.” Releasing my hip, in one swift movement I’m impaled on his cock.

  “Oh… God.” It’s too much, but I want more. Hell, how I want so much more. Slowly Chuck’s hips start to move and then he’s thrusting hard and relentlessly inside me. My back hits the wall with each forceful movement, and I try to counteract the movement by pushing back toward him. Learning his ruthless rhythm, my insides are taking the full brunt of his impending orgasm.

  I’ve had sex before. Countless amounts of sex with men who are bossy, weak, old, run of the mill. They’ve been athletic, broody, skinny, toned, tall, and short. You name it, I’ve had that type of male.

  But this… Chuck. There’re no words to explain how my body is reacting to his, how he’s taken over each cell of mine and made it work for him. Controlled by him. Aware of only him.

  “I’m going to rip apart.” I’m huffing, but screeching.

  “Not yet, you’re not. I’m not finished with this delicious body.” There’s a strain to his voice but the power of it gives me strength to continue.

  My eyes flash to his and they’re bright lights shining back at me. Muscles strain against his skin through his neck and shoulders. My nails claw in deeper, but there’s no pain reflected on his handsome face. Clenching my insides tighter, I try to absorb and commit to memory the sight on display and how my entire world has now experienced something it will want to keep.

  And not give back.

  He kisses me. Our lips dance together in tune with each other’s. Our hips pump together and our hearts pound rapidly with one another. It’s like a musical symphony, instruments being played to perfection.

  Intense. Consuming. Ravaging.

  Thrusting his tongue like his dick deep within, I hit my crescendo as Chuck slams full force into his. A scream leaves my lungs leaving me breathless and Chuck stills before jerking back and forward again. Echoing through the apartment is my euphoria, reverberating with the banging in my head and chest.

  “Christ, Blossom.” His dick edges out and then back in as my body starts to fold against his damp chest. My pussy tightens, hoping like hell to keep him inside me for as long as I can. My lips send a small flurry of kisses over his collarbone and torso, while his head rests upon mine trying to gather some strength. He looks vulnerable but I know he’s anything but.

  Squashed between the wall and a warm chest, my legs are removed from underneath me and I am carried to my couch where he lays down, placing me beside him so my head is on his torso. I’m wrapped up in strong arms and a kiss is placed on my hair.

  There’s silence.

  But not in my head. It’s swarming with ideas, words, messages, thoughts and ridiculous craziness. Positive and negative. I won’
t allow it to permeate in to our quietness.

  A large warm hand covers my back and runs down my spine and back up. My fingers dance across his pecs, up and down his firm ridges. With his chest heaving a little less, mine mimics his. Our breathing is all I can hear.

  I’m exposed and vulnerable, yet I feel the most comfortable and in control I have felt in the last few days.

  We lay there for at least half an hour before one of us speaks. And of course it’s me who succumbs.

  “Is your life changing for the better?” I try for a calm, quiet approach but his body stiffens slightly, putting me on alert. My hand rests over his heart and my lips press into his skin, trying to soothe my words.

  The stillness returns for a moment, but it is fleeting.

  “I’m unsure. It’s not something I want to happen, but it is my duty.”

  “And you’re still going to fight?”

  “Nothing can stop me. Fighting is first and foremost. I’ll deal with the other after.” Chuck’s voice is lazy as though he doesn’t care about the other problem dwelling in the back of his mind.

  “This was nice tonight.” I lift my chin trying to see his honey eyes but I’m caught off guard by his reaction. Pulling me on to his stomach, I’m practically eye to eye with his angry glare.

  “Nice is a lunch in the sun, a cup of coffee with a relative or when someone buys you chocolates. Tonight was anything but nice. It was raw, memorable, frantic and extraordinary.” I’m trapped against him and his pounding chest, blood pumping through him like a bullet.

  Chuck puts his lips to my forehead and whispers, “I’m surprised. I have no other words. But I know I need more. More of you and this sexy ass and lips.” Tugging at my ass roughly, the pain makes my clit pulse and my insides clench. “And you still need to show me your ball skills.”

  “Agreed.” Giggles escape uncontrollably.

  “But I have no fucking idea how we can do that now that Tomme has me in his clutches.” Words float over my ears like Chuck’s thinking out aloud, posing questions to himself trying to come up with some sort of plan so we can continue… whatever this is. “I’m a Basilio.”

  Stiffening, my body tightens.

  What the hell is that?

  My stomach rolls, my shoulders tense and a chill spreads rapidly across my naked skin.

  Without thinking I blurt out, “It’s late.”

  What am I saying?

  “You have to go.”

  Chuck

  Being afraid is simply something I’ve never experienced.

  Facing the weighty punch of a grown man’s hand sends adrenaline coursing through my veins. My mother, teachers, kids yelling at me when I was a teenager made me defiant. Stealing, wrecking other’s property and pummeling others for no fucking good reason should have elicited some type of fear during the years gone by, but it didn’t. Finding out your father is a mafia boss would trigger the weak, but it’s made me stronger and more tenacious.

  Anger coils in my body during training. There’s a strange shift between me, Sal, and Nizo. Do I trust them? Do they have my back? Are they really going to let me fight? Would they die for me? Uncertainty shadows our training sessions. There’s a coolness surrounding them, yet a fierce protectiveness. It’s been weeks living with my father and I only see them during training time, chatting about the fight, my fighting plan and how Roy Wilders will be laying at my feet by the end of the night. Others have been employed to perfect my skills in areas they believe I’m lacking, such as knife wielding, shooting a target and knowing the businesses I’ll be dealing with in less than two months.

  Looking at myself in the mirror, running my fingers through my wet hair, my mind buzzes and my hands and muscles ache from a hard session.

  “She hasn’t called. Why?” My lips don’t move yet it’s the exact thought I’ve gone over and over in my head for the past two weeks.

  I’d left many voice messages.

  “I hope works not on top of you. But I can be if required for stress release. Call me.”

  “I enjoyed our night, your succulent body is special like you are. Call me.”

  “My heart thumps when I think about you and it only does that when I’m in the ring ready to be pounded. Is there a running theme? I’d love to hear your voice.”

  “How are your ball skills? You’re not using them on anyone else, are you? I can be a jealous guy, Blossom.”

  “I can’t concentrate. Call or text me.”

  I thought Caroline would get back to me when she could. Our night together was flawless, simple and more. More than I’d care to think about. Yet, here I am talking to myself about a woman I want to see again, fuck… feel again, care for and talk too and she isn’t responding.

  A tightness settled in my stomach days ago, my head cloudy but my senses alert, swamped with adrenaline. Wanting to thrash, pound and attack anything coming my way more than usual.

  I think I’m afraid.

  Eyebrows crease together, and I study myself in the glass reflection. What the hell am I thinking?

  I’m afraid I won’t see Caroline again.

  Is that it?

  Grabbing my phone, I leave another text message.

  Chuck—Hey. It’s clear I’ve done something wrong. I want to make it right. You’re my special Blossom. I’m sorry I was rough. Let me show you more of me. Please.

  Pounding bangs in my head. I desperately want to touch her silky skin and see her perfect blush. I need to tell her she’s special to me. Even after only a short time, I know she’s special to me. Enjoying her company and watching her eat seems mundane but something I think about in my downtimes.

  Not hearing her voice is a problem for me.

  Her blue eyes find me during the night and her round breasts and wet pussy taunt me when I shower. My cock responding immediately to my thoughts, needing self-release all too often.

  I’m starved for her.

  Anything from her.

  Her delicate fingers cupping my chin.

  Small brief kisses which send shivers around my muscles.

  The light shining from her eyes.

  Her cheeky banter and moans when she spirals out of control.

  Why has she not called?

  Why hasn’t she shown up?

  “C.” A soldier knocks on my bedroom door, calling out a shortened version of my name. Tomme won’t call me Chuck, I hate Ciro, so it’s a type of compromise. “The Boss wants to see you.”

  Agitation swirls, my teeth clench and my fists curl. Night usually is for me, this is an intrusion.

  “I’ll be down in a minute.” Buttoning my top button, I descend from the room down to my father’s office.

  Knocking once, I stride in. Sal, Nizo, and two others stand there. Tomme is sitting in his armchair, looking gray but alert.

  “You’re going with Nikko and Con tonight. They need some backup, you need some street experience.”

  “Right.” Arguing is pointless and if I’m committing my life to this family, my family, I should be out there on the frontline.

  Standing in front of this powerful man, an internal commotion ramps up.

  I hate this man. But he’s my father.

  I despise what he’d done to my mother. But they did it to protect me.

  This family rules New York. I want to fight to be the best in the world.

  They kill. I hurt.

  It’s what’s expected of me. But why? I am not a part of this family, except I am.

  “You stay in the background. Watch. Scan. Only talk and assist if needed.” Looking at me then the other two hefty men, he continues. “No one’s to know who you are.”

  With a chin lift, the unknown men move to leave. I process the look between Sal and Tomme.

  “Backup only.” Nodding, I leave.

  “I found this guy trying to escape out the back.” Con wraps his arm around the neck of a middle-aged guy.

  Struggling against him, he’s trying hard to murmur something.

  “
You trying to get out of your payment?” Nikko punches him in the stomach.

  “I’d say so, considering you’re running.” Another blow hits him and he doubles over while Con continues to limit his air supply.

  These guys are thugs, not men who I would want to represent our family.

  The guys push him against the concrete wall with force, cracking his head as Nikko and Con watch him spit out blood.

  Within a split second, Nikko’s knife is hauled through the air.

  “Fuckkkkk.” A sliver of ice runs down the back of my neck listening to the blood curdling agony.

  “Is it necessary stabbing him in the leg with your knife?” I’ve seen more blood on one of my opponents but they know what they’re in for competing against me.

  “You’re supposed to be watching. Not fucking talking like some kind of girl.”

  Red clouds my eyes, heat replaces the chill. Who the hell does he think he is talking to? The victim grasps the knife coming out of his leg, dripping with blood, moaning in agony.

  “You two are fucking cowboys.” Moving toward the injured man, they both get in my way.

  “Watch and listen.” Nikko pushes me back with his hand.

  Smoke should be coming out of my nose, I’m irate.

  “Where’s our money, you son of a bitch?”

  The guy continues moaning and I’m an inch away from knocking this idiot’s head off.

  “It’s… in… side.” Sweat drips down his face and Nikko closes his distance between him and the guy, reaching forward, twisting the knife farther into his leg.

  A screeching howl makes me push forward, swiping Con out of my way. I’m pulling at Nikko’s shirt at his neck before he understands what is happening.

  “You fucker. You’re a disgrace.” Slamming my fist into his belly, I let Nikko fall and put my arm under the injured guy’s armpit and help him to his feet. I lead him inside and give him a seat before finding a cloth to stop the bleeding.

  “Hold your leg here. Put pressure on it.” Watching him, I turn and look around the office out the back of the trendiest bar in this suburb. Scouring the room for any kind of cloth, I finally find a coat and stride back to the man.