by Nina Levine
He covered both my shoulders with kisses and then began making his way down my back. Letting go of me, he glided his hands around to take hold of my hips, grasping me there until his mouth found the dip of my body right above my ass.
His kisses turned rougher, and his teeth joined in. The slow moves disappeared as he found the rough rhythm he favoured. Straightening, he ran his hand up my back to my neck. Taking hold of me there, he forced me to bend forward, placing my hands on the bed. At the same time he nudged my feet wide apart.
“Do you want my mouth on your cunt?” The gravel in his hard tone hit my core. God, how I wanted his mouth there.
“Yes.”
He squeezed my neck, his body to mine, his mouth against my ear. “Say the words, Lily—I want your mouth on my cunt.”
With that order, King stripped another layer between us away.
I had never uttered words so dirty to a man before.
“I want your mouth on my cunt.”
He grunted. It was such a deeply masculine response, and it drew an equally feminine one from me.
I moaned. It was long and loud, and a sound unlike any that had ever escaped my lips.
Everything he said and did felt so good.
“Fuck,” he rasped. “Say it again.”
I spread my fingers out and clutched the sheet as I arched my back and pushed my ass higher in the air. When I gave him the words he wanted, they practically purred out of me. “I want your mouth on my cunt.”
His restraint snapped.
He crouched behind me, taking hold of my ass, and buried his face in my pussy. It seemed to be one of his favourite places to be, and I wasn’t complaining, because King knew what the hell he was doing. He knew his way around that part of a woman. Hell, he knew his way around a woman, full stop. But he had skills when it came to using his tongue. And his beard only heightened the pleasure. I couldn’t get enough of it.
I lost track of time while he brought me to orgasm. It was one of his specialties. Being with King, I shut off all my thoughts and feelings, and simply clung to him for the ride.
As my release shattered through me, I lost the ability to hold myself up, and my arms gave way. King moved swiftly, standing and catching me. He then flipped me over and pushed me onto the bed. Without giving me a moment to get my bearings, he spun me so I was almost parallel to the end of the bed with my ass at the corner. He positioned himself with his feet planted wide either side of the corner, a hand around my throat, the other hand on the top of my head gripping it, my legs up in the air hooked over his while he bent over my body and slammed his dick inside me.
He fucked me with brute force, his hands firmly holding me, not letting go. There was no slow and steady to his pace at all; he thrust in and out with increasing speed and force. His face was near mine, his mouth and beard grazing my skin, his grunts filling the air around me. Everything about it overwhelmed me. All my senses were in overdrive. I tried to take hold of him, but his arms had mine pinned down with such strength I could hardly move. In the end, I held my hands against his biceps and tumbled down into the dark abyss of pleasure he created.
As he inched closer to orgasm, his grip around my throat tightened, cutting off most of my airflow. It intensified every sensation coursing through me, and I madly tried to grasp his arms. My nails scratched him as I did so, and he lifted his head to look at me. Our eyes locked until his were drawn to my mouth when I gasped for air. That pushed him over the edge, and he thrust into me one last time and came with a roar. His grip loosened on my neck and he let go of me as he moved his arms to rest on the bed beside me. I wrapped my arms around his body and searched for that one last bit of friction that would make me come. As the orgasm hit, I squeezed my arms around him hard and arched my body up off the bed.
“Fuck,” he growled, his body almost squashing me, his face buried in my neck.
I didn’t care that his body was crushed to mine. I liked it there. I felt close to him there. Keeping my arms around him, I tried to catch my breath. When he started to pull away from me, I pushed my hands down onto his back, keeping him in place. “Gimme a minute,” I said. I wasn’t ready for the loss of contact yet.
He settled there and lifted his face to look at me. “You good?” I didn’t miss the trace of concern in his eyes or his voice.
I smiled and nodded. “Yeah. I just like you there.”
He watched me silently for a few moments before bending to kiss my collarbone. After another few moments, he murmured, “I fucking like me here, too.”
It was these unguarded moments with King that meant so much to me. He didn’t give them to me often, which only made them more special. But when he did give them to me, the whole world opened up with bright light. I was the happiest I had ever been in my entire life.
After we had a shower, where King fucked me again, I was too exhausted to go on. He’d been ready for another round, but I just didn’t have it in me, so he’d bundled me into bed and wrapped his arms around me while we lay facing each other.
I reached up and ran a finger down the scar on his face. “How did you get this?” I asked softly. It was so jagged that I knew it had to have hurt him, and that caused my heart to hurt. It was crazy, because King was so strong and capable, and seemed unbreakable, but that scar reminded me that even the toughest men could be hurt.
His features darkened. “My father.”
It felt like he didn’t want to give me more than that, but I was at the point where I wanted more. I hadn’t pushed him for anything yet. This, I would push for. “How old were you?”
His jaw clenched. “This is old shit that doesn’t need to be rehashed.”
“It’s not old to me, King. I hardly know a thing about you. I know you’re bossy and moody and demanding and giving, and that you love your family and your club.” I put my hand to his chest, to his heart. “I want to know what’s in here, too.”
He stayed silent for a beat, and then after exhaling hard, he said, “I was eight and I pissed him off one Saturday afternoon when I didn’t steal the right tins of spaghetti for him from the supermarket. He took a knife to me, letting me know how badly I’d screwed up.”
I stared at him with my heart in my throat and tears at the backs of my eyes, unable to comprehend a parent doing that to their child.
When I didn’t say anything, because I was lost for words, he said, “My parents were the fucking scum of the earth, Lily, and I don’t wanna get into a conversation about them, but for what it’s worth, they both went to prison for kidnapping, raping and murdering teenage girls. She lured the girls, he did everything else. I fucking had to listen to and watch some of that shit. And yeah, he slashed my face and beat me up and burnt his fucking cigarettes into my body, but I refuse to give that cunt another fucking thought, so don’t mention him to me again.”
I wiggled closer to him and placed my hand on his cheek. “He’s responsible for the scars on your back, too?”
He nodded once but didn’t say anything.
I wasn’t the kind of person who hated people. It was such an extreme emotion, and I didn’t feel it was a useful one. But I hated King’s parents. And I hated what they’d done to him physically and emotionally.
I pressed my lips to his and kissed him. It wasn’t one of our usual kisses, more of a softer, quick kiss. He didn’t push for more, and I didn’t give more. When I ended it, I said, “Thank you for sharing that part of yourself with me. I won’t bring them up again, but if you ever wanna talk about stuff, I’m always here. I just want you to know that.”
His eyes searched mine for the longest time. He didn’t respond to that, but I knew he took it in. Finally, he said, “Roll over and go to sleep. You’re tired, and I have plans for this body in the morning.”
I rolled over.
I also wiggled my ass against him, loving the grunt that came from him when I did that.
He tightened his embrace and hooked a leg over mine, pinning me in place.
I loved
every second of being in this bed with him.
And I was already ready for his plans for the morning.
19
King
“Kree still giving you hell?” Hyde asked late the next afternoon when he got back to the clubhouse after taking care of some club business.
I placed my phone down on the office desk after just having finished a call I’d rather have avoided with Eric Bones about some bullshit I’d have to take care of tomorrow, and stretched my legs out in front of me. “Yeah. I’ve got Havoc taking care of her ex. Just waiting to hear back from him when it’s done, and for Griff to then confirm she’s safe before I rip those fucking cameras from her house.” I jerked my chin at him. “You heading home?”
“No, I’m on my way over to Monroe’s shop. She’s got some renovations for me to take care of.”
I stood and met him at the door. It was time for me to leave, too. Lily’s oven was playing up, so I’d told her I’d take a look at it. I’d just opened my mouth to reply to Hyde after stepping out into the hallway when a fist came flying at me. Having not seen it coming, I stumbled backwards, hitting the wall hard.
Zane came at me with another punch, but I was ready for him this time and blocked him. Grabbing hold of his fist, I shoved him back and bellowed, “What the fuck, Zane?” In all the years we’d known each other, we’d never had a problem between us.
He yanked his hand from mine, fury rolling off him in waves. “I fucking told you I had the Don situation under control, and you went ahead and stuck your fucking nose in it anyway. And caused Kree a major fucking problem in the process.”
Anger surged from deep inside me, and every inch of my body tensed. “What the fuck did you just say to me?”
“You should have stayed the fuck out of it, King. I was handling it.”
“No, you fucking weren’t. You were fucking tiptoeing around trying not to fucking upset anyone. Fuck that shit when your cousin is at risk.”
“You wanna know what you managed to do by sticking your nose in? You alerted the Vinzanis to the connection between Don and Storm. They did a little digging and discovered Kree works for you, discovering, in the fucking process, that she now lives in Sydney. They didn’t fucking know that before, King.” He jabbed his finger at me. “That shit is on you.”
His words became a jumbled mess as they each made their way into my brain.
What the hell had I done? I’d been so fucking sure of what we needed to do to fix this shit.
“What’s Don’s tie to them?” I asked as I tried to shake the anger out of my system. Problem was, the anger was now directed at myself for fucking this up. And that was a whole lot fucking harder to shake than any anger I ever felt towards someone else.
He continued glaring at me, his chest pumping furiously with his own anger. “He got tied up running a dog fighting ring for them when he was trying to make some cash to pay off his gambling debts. I paid off his debts in exchange for him leaving Kree alone, but it turned out he had information about those dogfights stashed on a hard drive somewhere that the Vinzanis want. He took off after I covered the debts, and they couldn’t find him, so they’ve been threatening his family and friends in an effort to draw him out.”
“So you have no idea where he is?”
“I said they couldn’t find him; I found the asshole yesterday and put a fucking bullet in his head like you wanted me to do. I then delivered the hard drive to the Vinzanis and told them to leave Kree out of this shit.” He paused for a moment before adding with another jab of his finger, “But you put her at risk for a while there, King, and you need to learn to take a fucking step back when I tell you I have shit handled. Or else you and I are gonna have some big fucking problems going forward.”
I scowled at him. “Perhaps in fucking future you could give me the whole fucking story.”
He shook his head at me. “Don’t twist this to suit your-fucking-self, King.”
We stood glaring at each other, neither wanting to back down, when Hyde stepped into the argument. “Let’s call this shit a day,” he said, glancing between us. “No one’s in the wrong, it’s just a fucked-up mess. However, we’re all on the same fucking side, so let’s walk away and mark it as handled.”
Neither Zane nor I budged until eventually he blew out a long breath and ground out, “Yeah,” before stalking away from us.
As he left, Devil came striding down the hallway towards us, a look of determination on his face. When he reached us, he said, “You know how I spoke to Lily’s neighbours and none of them had seen anyone suspicious the day her sister was shot?”
I nodded, not liking where this was going. “Yeah.”
“Well, turns out one of the neighbour’s sons has been away and just returned home, so she asked him if he’d seen anything. He did, and the description he gave me matches Brant.”
The anger Zane had stirred exploded like a fucking volcano spewing lava. I turned to Hyde. “We heard anything more from Winter today?”
“Nothing yet.”
“Fuck,” I roared, my chest tight with fury. “We need to get down there.” I looked at Devil again. “And I want two guys at Lily’s place within the next half hour. Keep eyes on her and the kids until we have Brant.”
He nodded his agreement and left us.
“Fucking hell,” Hyde said. “How the hell did we fuck shit up so badly with Brant?”
“At this point, I don’t fucking care how. All I care is that you and I find him and rip him the fuck apart so he can’t get at anyone else.”
“Yeah, brother. Agreed.”
“I’m gonna head over to Lily’s and give her a rundown of what’s going on. I’ll be back so we can leave at ten. I need you and Axe to figure out how the fuck we can shake these feds so we don’t have a fucking fan club follow us to Melbourne.”
“Will do.”
“Zara! Have you seen my necklace?”
I rested my ass against the kitchen counter in Lily’s kitchen and watched silently as she tried to make dinner while she also attempted to load the dishwasher, clear old shit out of the fridge, and search in weird fucking places for the necklace. I’d arrived fifteen minutes ago, and she’d been going on about it from the moment I stepped foot inside the house. She was worked up over losing it, and Zara was ignoring her each time she called out about it. Those two had a fucking fiery relationship, completely different to the one she had with Holly. Some days I thought Lily would completely lose her mind over the shit Zara did.
“Fucking hell,” she muttered, rifling through her handbag. “I could have sworn I put it in here.”
I pushed off from the counter and moved to her. Attempting to take the bag from her, I said, “I’ll look for it. You finish the casserole.”
She clutched the bag, refusing to let it go. “You don’t know what it looks like.”
“Fuck, Lily, it’s a fucking necklace. I know what they look like.”
Her eyes widened. “Don’t you take that tone with me.”
Jesus fuck. I’d had a headache before I got here, and it was only getting worse. “Pass the fucking bag.”
She scowled and pushed past me so she could dump the entire contents of the bag on the counter. After a quick inspection, she shook her head. “It’s not there.” A moment passed before she said, “Oh shit, maybe it’s in the laundry.” She then bolted out of the kitchen, presumably to head into the laundry.
“Just ignore Mum,” Holly said, joining me in the kitchen. “This happens all the time with that necklace. She always finds it.”
I couldn’t recall ever seeing Lily wear a necklace. “What’s the importance of it?”
Her eyes met mine, a sad expression in them. “It was her grandmother’s necklace. They were close, and she freaks out in times of stress if she can’t find it.” She shrugged. “I don’t know why. It makes no sense to me, but that’s Mum for you. She can be a little crazy sometimes, you know?”
I nodded. I was getting a feel for that side of Lily.
I followed her into the laundry and found her madly going through a jewellery box. Seemed like the oddest fucking place for one of them, but what the fuck did I know? Moving behind her, I placed my hand over hers and halted her progress. I brought my other hand to her neck, wrapping it around her throat. Meeting her questioning gaze in the mirror on the wall, I said, “What’s going on? Why are you stressed?”
She jerked her hand out from under mine and snapped, “You’re slowing me down. I’ve got a million things to do tonight, so please just let me find this necklace so I can get back to my freaking to-do list.”
“Stop,” I growled, turning her to face me.
She winced, tensing under my grip of her neck. It drew my attention there, and being the bastard I was, her pain turned me on.
Without easing my grasp of her, I demanded, “What the fuck is going on? When I left here this morning, you weren’t like this.”
“Yeah well, when you left here this morning, I hadn’t had a shitty day at work, or a son who isn’t really talking to me, a daughter who skipped school to hang out with her boyfriend, or a missing necklace. On top of that, I just discovered I have to bake ten freaking cakes by Thursday for a bake sale I didn’t even know was on because not one of my children told me about it. And I am no freaking expert when it comes to baking cakes. I would have preferred time to practice the cakes they want me to cook.” She reached for my hand around her throat. “And can you please let me go. I’m all for your hands on my neck when you’re fucking me, but right now, not so much. Right now I just need to be able to breathe a full freaking breath so I can get my shit together.”
I stepped closer to her, forcing my body hard against hers. She had me fucking hard for her with the bullshit she just threw at me. The urge to spin her around, bend her over and hold her down while I slammed inside of her overwhelmed me, so I was hanging on by a fucking thread here. Gripping her neck harder, I said, “None of that shit is the real reason why you’re in a fucking panic, so stop bullshitting both of us and start fucking giving it to me straight.”