Truth: A Sinful Series, Book One

by Trilina Pucci

  “Yes, yes, I would, but I’m not so stubborn that I can’t ask for help. George here is the perfect example. I asked him to remind me of your name.” Game, set, match.

  Smiling in the mirror, King gives a slight nod. “Yes, ma’am. Mr. King’s first name is Dominic.”

  How the hell did he just get even sexier?

  WE PULL UP TO THE row of gorgeous Chicago brownstones, the kind that ends up on the insides of all those house magazines. I’ve loved this neighborhood since I was a child and visited Chicago. I remember wanting to move here and my parents being devastated because that meant I would be moving away from home—home being California—but every time my dad had to come here on business, I would beg to come too.

  We come to a stop in front of an all white house with the grandest steps adorned by gold lions on each post that keeps guard over the black wrought iron gate. The door is red, making it stand out against the white background, offset by two potted topiaries. It’s perfect.

  The lights are on inside the home, making me pause and point to the window as I look at King.

  “Controlled from my phone. I like gadgets, and security is important.” He shrugs and grabs my hand, then leads me to the gate, which I open since his other hand is holding our pie.

  “Do me a favor—reach into my pocket and grab my keys, will ya?”

  “Mmhmm, sure.” Without hesitation, I reach into the hip pocket he has jutted out toward me and feel around for the keys.

  “Easy tiger, we’re in public. No need to get all grabby hands on me, unless that’s what you’re aiming at. Just so you know, I’m not opposed.”

  “Shut up.” Giggling, I hand him his keys, but he keeps both hands on the pizza and nods his head toward the door. As I open the door, my heart skips a beat, knowing that I’m really going all in with this guy. We’re bringing pizza back to his damn house. I’m like Cinderella, but I don’t want my prince in real life because this princess needs to get her shit together first.

  “You’ve either been robbed, or you just moved in.” His house is empty save the light in the front room, coming from a plain metal standing lamp. The room across has the same ambiance, leaving the gorgeous wide-plank dark wood floors as the only item to admire. Its bay window has a fold-out chair and table in front as makeshift seating.

  “For entertaining?” I smile. He chuckles at my sarcasm.

  We walk through the extra-wide hallway next to his office, which is decked out with a desk chair and computer. Rounding the corner, we enter a great room where the kitchen and family room are open to each other. The kitchen island is massive in cool gray and white marble with subway tiles for the backsplash, accenting the white cabinetry. His family room has a leather sectional couch and the largest television I’ve ever seen. Looking over at him, I can see him seeing his place through my eyes. The humor is written all over his face.

  “I’m never here, so there really isn’t a reason to furnish it, and when I am in town, I typically stay at the club. No need for the space, but I keep it as an investment.” Cocking his head, he gives me that damn stare, the one that makes me feel exposed and antsy.

  “How long have you owned this property?” I start to meander through the space toward the windows that lead to the outdoor patio, and I flick on the backyard lights.

  “Five years.” Bulb lights flood the space and take my breath away. The most beautiful garden is planted around a farm table adorned by the string lights. It’s dreamy.

  “This is beautiful, King.” I stare out at the picturesque garden, envisioning tables being set and dinners being eaten.

  His voice fills the spaces of my daydream. “My mother loved to garden. Always had my brother and I help her in planting some vegetable or another rosebush in the backyard. When I moved in, the previous owners had this space planted and created, so I’ve just maintained it all these years. It reminds me of her.”

  Turning, I walk back over to the kitchen island where King is standing, staring out at the tiny sanctuary.

  “How long has it been since you lost your mother?”

  “I was fifteen, and it was both my parents. Drunk driver. My brother was all the family I had left until Ella…she might be the cutest niece in the history of nieces.” His eyes are fixed to the backyard as if he is a million miles away, only breaking when he starts speaking about his niece.

  “I’m so sorry. I’m sure your mother would have loved to have shared this with you. I didn’t mean to pry.” For a small moment, I can see his vulnerability, but his mask slides back into place just as quickly.

  “ It’s fine. It’s been a really long time, over twenty-five years, so I’d say I’ve had time to adjust. It’s funny though; I can’t remember the last time I spoke about them to someone other than my brother. It’s nice.” He shakes his head incredulously.

  He holds out a slice of pizza, and I take it and hop up on the counter. “I believe that. You don’t seem like an open-book kind of guy. I just assumed this was your schtick. Bring a girl home, wine and dine her”—I motion elaborately to the pizza—“make her feel all special, and then wham, bam, thank you, ma’am.” I smirk, hoping to lighten the mood.

  “I’m that obvious, huh? Oh well, just go upstairs and take your clothes off. I’ll be up in a minute after my pizza.”

  “Dick!” Laughing, I throw my napkin at him, and he swats it away, then grabs my wrist, holding me still.

  “Truth is, I’m not an open book. I don’t bring ‘women’ here, which is why you are becoming quite the problem for me.”

  Women doesn’t mean “never.” This is one night, Drew.

  Wanting to steer clear of that land mine, I pull my wrist from him and look at my pizza, adding, “Still, I can’t imagine going through something so difficult, so young. You guys are lucky to have each other.”

  “It wasn’t great, but having Luca made me focus. I always want more for him, more than our history. He’s the good one.” Winking at me, he takes a bite of his pizza.

  “Well, clearly I’m fucking the wrong brother—get him on the phone.”

  I barely get my sentence out before my pizza goes flying and I’m yanked off the counter and over his shoulder.

  I scream with surprise. “King!” I can’t help but laugh at his bravado.

  “That’s it, now you’ve done it. I think we need to take this upstairs and teach you a lesson.”

  Hell yes!

  I yelp at the bite felt on my ass as we climb the steps to the top. “I’ve wanted to do that since I spotted you in the club tonight.”

  My laughter continues until we reach the bedroom door. Kicking it open, another squeal escapes my lips, and then I’m falling onto the bed, staring at his face. It’s bright and full of mischief. He’s a generator of joy, and it’s rubbing off. I reach out and touch his face, bringing his lips down to mine, kissing them gently and softly. He crawls onto the bed, holding his full weight off me as we continue the kiss, allowing it to deepen and grow more urgent. Running my hand through his hair, he takes my right arm and pins it above my head and pulls away from our kiss. “I’m not sure what’s happening between us, but I already crave it.” He dives into my neck, sucking and kissing, making my back arch into his body while my free hand roams his strong, muscular back.

  King’s kisses meander down to my collar and then my breastbone. Letting go of my wrist, he runs his hand over my breast that’s under my dress. “This needs a remedy.” Pushing himself to standing, he pulls me up too and begins to slip the strap from my shoulder with his fingertips. It’s slow and teasing, the action making us both watch with anticipation. My body is hot and needy as the strap falls and hangs low enough that the top of my nipple shows from under my lace bralette. His fingers trace the areola, pinching my hard nipple between his fingers. A heady breath laced with desire leaves my lips. “I like you like this—accepting, sexual. It’s fucking intoxicating. You’re spectacular.”

  He kneads my breast, and my body pushes into the pressure. He pulls the o
ther strap, allowing for the dress to fall down and pool at my feet. I’ve never felt sexier, and all I want is this man, right now.

  King runs his hand through my hair to grip the back of my head. “Use your words, Drew…” He may seemingly be giving me permission to voice my desires, but he’s really asking me what I want. My breathing is heavy, and the sweet smell of sex has permeated his room. My hands run up his chest, feeling the muscles under his dress shirt. When I get to the top, I unfasten the top two buttons, exposing the tattoo that covers his chest and arms. Reaching my hand in between to feel the heat coming from his skin, I trace the intricate design. He’s such a force, but I don’t want to be overwhelmed. I want to control. I’m feeling domineering and sexual.

  Gripping the back of his hair, I lock eyes with him, applying enough pressure to hint at what I want. “King, I don’t require you on your knees, but I love it when you’re there.” I pull my hand downward on the back of his hair, making his chin jut up slightly as his lips upturn in appreciation of my request.

  “With pleasure,” he croons before dropping to his knees, making me feel powerful and desired. He caresses my legs to open wider, and his mouth finds my center.

  Ecstasy.

  My body hunches over with the sweet kiss to my clit. Dear God, this man knows how to please me. Taking my leg, he throws it over one shoulder, exposing my center to his wet mouth. “You taste like peaches, the kind dipped in honey.” He dives back in like he’s found his purpose, my head throwing back as a moan escapes from my throat.

  “Fuck, King, that feels so good. Please never stop.” My voice is pleading.

  “I want to dip you in honey and lick it all off, but for now, I’ll take just the licking.” He hums into my clit as my body convulses from the vibrations.

  “Jesus, King, you’re so…” The words are barely out of my mouth when he pulls away, tosses my leg back down, and stands up. I’m disoriented from the quickness of his actions, and I grab his arms to steady myself. His entire body eclipses mine as he looks down at me.

  “What…what are you doing?” I’m panting from need.

  “Do you trust me?” Tilting his head, his face is serious, and I’m fixated on his middle finger tracing his bottom lip as he cleans my juices from his mouth.

  “Yes. I do.” But more importantly, I trust myself. My gut says King would protect me, even from himself.

  “Open your mouth.” The side of his mouth curls in a devious way.

  My breathing stills, like when you do something you’re not supposed to and you don’t want to be caught. I know whatever I’m about to blindly agree to is probably wrong, but my desire outweighs my rationale.

  Parting my lips, I widen my mouth until it’s agape. Jesus, watching him watch me might be the sexiest exchange I’ve ever had with a man. His eyes grow hooded, and the way he licks his lips like he’s tasting me for the first time makes me want to lick them too.

  He extends the same finger he wiped his mouth with and traces his fingers over my lips, slowly inserting his finger in my mouth. “Suck.”

  I do as I’m told, the tartness a reminder of my excitement. His deep voice draws out my desire to suck and nip at his finger.

  “Do you see how sweet you taste? If you had any idea the things I want to do to you… I know what you want, Drew. I see myself in you. We’re alike. If you let me, I will show you heaven, but only after we’ve been through hell.” His eyes are fixed on me, boring into my soul.

  My head falls back, and he runs the same finger down my throat. “But you have to trust me.”

  My body is already in agreement, but I’ve allowed another man to control me for the last year of my life, and I won’t let that happen again. I won’t be led by anyone anymore. Rolling my head around, I look at his beautiful face.

  “I don’t need a teacher, King.”

  Biting his lip, he shakes his head, clearly amused with me. “You misunderstand. There’s nothing for me to teach you. I want to be a student of your body. I want to learn how I can please you in every way. And gorgeous, I want to start with exploring your affinity for pain.” His hand cups my pussy, and his fingers grip, pulling the tiny hairs, making my body pull forward toward the sting. He releases, massaging his fingers into my clit.

  “Oh god, yes.” My voice is barely above a whisper. His strong arms pull me closer to him so he can speak against my ear.

  “You like it when it hurts, when I’m rough. I feel the fire raging inside of you, and I want you to feel the bite so you can experience the pleasure. But I need your trust, Drew. This only works when we both trust.” Pulling back, he looks into my eyes.

  I cast my eye downward. I don’t want him to see me. It’s too vulnerable for me because he’s right. I’ve always liked a little sour with my sweet, but Nick used moments like this as retribution. It was mean and cruel, but this feels different. It feels right. I’m not Nick’s protégé anymore; tonight I’m the Queen to my King. I shoot my eyes back to his.

  “I trust you, but do you trust me?” My voice is confident but questioning. I’ll never have the wool pulled over my eyes again.

  King stills, then grabs my jaw and forces my face to look at his. “I don’t trust anyone. Ever. And I don’t how, but you’ve crawled under my skin, and I couldn’t get you out of my body if I tried. I’d trust you with my life, Drew.” The moment is so real. So intense and extreme. I feel unhinged and connected all at the same time.

  “Who the fuck are you?” My eyes search his for the answer.

  “I’m the one.”

  My words are cut short by his mouth on mine as he pushes back toward the bed, spinning me around much like my thoughts and bending me over.

  “Don’t move. Hands behind your back.” Holy shit is all that comes to mind when the side of my face hits the bed. I’ve been put down like a criminal. It’s debasing and I fucking love it.

  “Cross your wrists.” The gravel in his voice makes me immediately wet. My pulse is through the roof. I cross my wrists behind my back and wait. The silence is deafening. I have no idea where he’s gone or what’s happening until I hear a humming sound getting closer and closer.

  Opening my mouth to speak, I’m silenced by his hand caressing my bare ass. “Have you had anal sex? I’m hoping the answer is yes because this ass is too tempting for me to pass up, and with it propped up like this…mmmm.” The slap of his hand against the flesh cracks through the room.

  Turning my head sideways, I bite my lip in anticipation of what’s coming next. “Yes. I have .”

  “Good.” He tugs at my hands, and I feel something coarse wrapping around my wrists, holding them tight. Pulling them apart slightly, I test my restraint, proving its strength and its pinch. I am bound, bent over this, about to be fucked well.

  “Test it all you want, but you aren’t pulling loose. You will want to, but every time you pull, it will be that much more painful. The sting should serve to remind you that I’m owning this body.”

  Something about his words makes me tug again, just for the challenge, and he’s right. It’s coarse enough that it pricks at my skin, causing goose bumps to spread up my arms and my legs to squeeze together to try and relieve the ache I’m feeling.

  “That’s it, baby, you feel it already. Fuck me, watching you squirm is making my dick hard. Be good or I’ll make you suck me off and then come on those gorgeous tits.”

  “Yes, make me…” Please.

  “Fucckkk,” he growls behind me. Everything he says with that gravelly voice just adds fuel to the fire. I’m writhing against the bed, trying to rub my clit against it for more pressure.

  “Stay still,” he grits out between his teeth before grabbing my ass cheek.

  His hand runs up my spine as he grips underneath my hair with his other hand, tightening his fingers at the base of my head and applying enough pressure to make me feel held down. I’m bound and bare and ready for everything he has in store. His foot pushes between my feet to open my legs wider as he runs he hands over m
y ass, dipping his middle finger in between the cheeks and letting it linger for only a moment before he thrusts two inside of my pussy. I groan out from the welcome surprise.

  My body begins to meet the rhythm of his fingers as he glides them in and out, and my muscles tighten in sync with the combustion that’s starting to build, only to take my breath away as he pulls his fingers from me to use my juices to coat the tender entrance above.

  “Deep breath, gorgeous.”

  I barely inhale when I feel the tremendous pressure accompanied by the vibration. I’m crazed and heady, pushing back into the discomfort and the enjoyment until I feel the hilt of the device.

  “This ass is gorgeous and mine, baby, but I’m going to fill you everywhere…” The exquisite pain of being owned by this taboo act has me drowning in desire. My body moves with the vibrations, wanting it deeper, faster. I’m on my tiptoes, using my body to beg for more.

  “Are you clean?”

  I can barely register the question as he pulls the device in and out. “What?” I nod my head yes, understanding what he’s asking.

  “Answer me. I want my cock inside of you without a fucking condom.”

  “Yes…yes, I’m clean. No condom, yes…”

  King’s hands are on my hips, flipping me over onto my bound arms, spreading my legs and gripping my thighs, thrusting into me. It feels like I’m being split in two. His cock is huge, and every thrust, every pound has me gasping for breath. Breath I would use to beg for more, for him to never stop.

  “Fuck, your pussy is so tight,” he growls as he punishes my body with every thrust.

  The fullness of my body being owned, filled, takes my breath away, and I arch up my breasts, pushing toward King. He pulls the cups of my bralette down, lowering his body to take my nipple in his mouth, sucking hard.

  I inhale against the strength of the suction, exhaling when he rolls his tongue around and begins nipping at my breasts, biting just enough to make me squirm. I’m a torrent of lust, and I tighten around the vibrations coming from between my cheeks. I try to pull my wrists apart, igniting a sting in my wrists just as King bites down on my nipple hard. A scream from my lips erupts as my orgasm explodes from my body. I’m frozen, every muscle tense as I ride out the convulsions.