“I need you, I have never felt this before for any man,” Kiya whimpered feverishly.
She tried to press her body more firmly against his as he roamed his big hands over her body. They kissed like they were possessed, seeming to share one breath.
“Oh hell, I’ve never wanted someone as much as I want you, I ache,” he practically growled. He took her hand, pressed it against his growing cock. “Feel what you do to me.”
He groaned as she stroked him through his pants. He felt so thick and hard she wondered if a big man like him would fit within her. She’d never been with anyone whose body was that large and the thought excited her even more. They shared more heated kisses, then he sucked on her neck, making Kiya gasp, and she bit his shoulder as he squeezed her ass.
Ian pulled away and looked down at her, breathing harshly. “Are you sure, baby? I need to savor you, immerse myself inside you.”
Kiya buried her fingers in his hair. “Do it, Ian, I want you so much.”
Ian covered her body with his and there was fire in his kisses. He moved against her and she spread her legs wider so she could feel him rub against her pussy.
Kiya moaned as pleasure infused her body and made her shiver. She could feel the muscles of his back bunch under her fingers. She pulled at the hem of the t-shirt and he moved only long enough to whip it over his head. Feeling bold, Kiya pushed at the waist of his loose pants.
“Take them off,” he encouraged her.
She used her toe to move the pants down his legs as he nibbled at her lips. The soft sensation of him loving her mouth made wetness pool between her legs like molten heat. He moved the blankets aside to look at her completely, and Kiya felt like he was fucking her with his eyes. He pressed his forehead against her and for a moment and said nothing as she ran her hands up and down his hand.
Kiya stroked the short hair at his nape. “Is something wrong, Ian?”
“Nothing. I’m just wondering what I did to deserve you. If this is a dream I don’t want to wake up,” Ian said huskily.
She caressed his cheek. “I’m real and I’m yours, touch me and see.”
Ian trailed kisses across the smooth surface of her neck to her breast and took one nipple into his mouth. Kiya cried out at the feel of heat from his mouth around the sensitive skin. Her pussy clenched in delight as he groaned and showed the same attention to the second nipple. The feel of him, the wanton thoughts that ran through her mind, made her body shudder while his hands roamed greedily over her body. Kiya lifted her hips against his hand when he settled it between her legs and caressed her slick pussy. A low feral moan escaped her lips when he rubbed his thumb against her clit. Without pretense, he slid one long finger inside her. He moved it slowly, deliberately watching her face as her head fell back in pleasure. His name was a breathless gasp from her lips.
“You are so fucking tight, I can feel the walls of your pussy trying to pull against my fingers.” Ian’s voice only fueled the fire within her. “You want more, don’t you, Kiya? Yes, baby, that’s it. Spread your legs wider, let me make you come.”
“Oh yes, Ian, yes!”
Every nerve ending in her body screamed for release and she lifted her hips in tandem to his hand’s movements. Kiya could feel her own wetness as it ran down the crease of her buttocks. No one had ever made her burn like this as she raced towards her release. He slipped another finger inside her and moved them deeper while his mouth was at her breast again. Her orgasm took hold like coils tightening around her and she closed her eyes, relishing each and every sensation.
“I’m going to come, oh fuck yes!” She dug her nails into his shoulders.
“Yes. God, I can feel you trembling. I love how your body responds,” Ian said.
Ian used his fingers to manipulate and fuck her until she was drowning in the waves of passion he created. Kiya came hard with a scream, holding his wrist to try to stop his movements. Ian wouldn’t be deterred; her pussy’s essence flowed around his fingers as she gasped, trying to catch her breath. Ian’s lips were on hers, kissing her with primal hunger, swallowing the small sexy sounds of need that she made. She could feel his hardness pressing though the entrance to her sex and she raised her hips, trying to relieve the ache, to have him inside her. He moaned against her mouth but still didn’t make the move to take her.
“Hurry, I want to feel you inside me,” Kiya begged.
“Fuck, you are trying to drive me insane with wanting you,” Ian said.
He knelt between her legs. Ian was mouthwatering hot and the thick, rigid length of his cock jutted out from between his legs. He met her gaze and she licked her lips in anticipation. He growled low in his throat as he slid his body over hers. He took it slow, allowing her pussy to accept his cock inch by inch. The feel of him gliding against the walls of her sex was pure bliss.
“Stop teasing me,” Kiya wrapped her legs high around his muscular thigh.
“Yes.”
He said the one word and, with a hard thrust, his cock sank into her waiting pussy. Kiya cried out and arched at the sweet invasion. The feeling of fullness, his engorged rod stretching her, it was almost too good to bear.
Ian whispered harsh against her ear. “Damn, Kiya you feel so good around my cock.”
“Yes, yes more!” she cried out as he thrust deep.
Ian lifted her leg higher and fucked her with wild abandon. The carnal sounds they made filled the room, giving and taking, pushing one another to the heights of passion. Kiya could feel the bed move from the power of his body moving against hers. She wrapped her hands around the carved wood posts of the bed frame to help anchor her body as she lifted her hips. Ian pulled her hands away and kissed her hard before moving her easily and positioning her over his body. Kiya straddled him eagerly and sank down on his waiting cock. She could feel his tight grip on her hips as she began to move. Ian pulled her down against his cock, penetrating her deeply.
Kiya gave him a wicked smile as she bent and licked his nipple and gave it a small nip. Ian groaned and she did it again until he called out her name. Kiya laughed huskily at his response to her teasing. Ian repaid the sexual taunting when he pulled her down hard onto his rod repeatedly. She reveled in the delight of him taking control of the rhythm, building it to a frenzy until she arched her back and cried out. He lifted his head to take her nipple into his mouth just as her orgasm took hold. That action sent her spiraling into the abyss of her release with his name a cry on her lips. Ian followed her into the thick swirling depths of pleasure and buried himself to hilt into her pussy. His body was tense with his own release and she felt his hot seed fill her core. Her name was wrung from his lips with his own release, and Kiya collapsed against him. Her breath came out in short pants and her body was slick with sweat. She almost purred when she felt his hand run down her back to the curve of her ass. She rolled to her side and he faced her, the blanket was low on their bodies as they stared at each other for what seemed to be minutes.
“Are you happy to be here with me?” Ian asked suddenly.
“There is no place in the world I would rather be,” Kiya replied earnestly.
He kissed her gently and teased, “I’ll be up for round two in a few minutes.”
“Ah, a promise I shall hold you to.” Kiya smiled broadly.
“I’m going to go get that Jacuzzi tub ready and we can soak for a while,” he suggested.
“Oh, that sounds great.”
“I’ll call you when it’s ready.” Ian kissed her hand and sauntered out the room butt naked.
She laughed at his lack of shame and lay back waiting for when he called her to soak in the warm water with him. Her body felt sated and hummed in satisfaction. The promise of more of Ian’s sexual prowess gave her a zing of desire that shot to her core. She was falling for the bad boy and she worried if his promises to leave his father’s organizations would come true, or would he have excuses? She had to give him the benefit of the doubt for now, but she couldn’t be naive either. She always had a d
efined series of steps in her life and now Kiya was uncertain what her future might hold with Ian.
Chapter Five
Back in reality, Ian decided to put his plans into action. After the long weekend with Kiya, he understood that now he had one of two options. He either had to give her up and take his father’s mantle or he needed to cut ties. He dropped her off at her school on Monday morning with a long, drawn out kiss. It was a miracle they even made it at all after the snow but, while he would’ve loved another night with her, he knew her students needed her too.
Ian made his way towards his father’s mansion because there were things that was needed to be said. He walked past his father’s guard with a stiff nod.
“Been looking for you all weekend long,” the guard commented. “No one at your place or nothing.”
“Since I never signed up for a nanny, where I was is no concern to anyone,” Ian replied as he kept moving.
This was one of the men he didn’t like, true to his father and all things in the Mordha legacy. He walked inside and slammed the door behind him. There was no laughter, no parties, it was too early. Ian went to the breakfast room and noticed since his last visit over a week ago, his mother had come back home. It seemed her spa vacation was cut short.
His mother beamed at him. Her hair was dyed an obnoxious red to hide the gray and she was wearing a low cut top that someone thirty years younger should be wearing. A big chunky gold necklace with earrings and bracelets to match finished her look, and while his father approved with perverted caresses up his mother’s arms, Ian wanted to gag on the smell of her perfume as he got closer.
“My baby boy.” She hugged him and when she kissed him he knew she left a layer of her thick red lipstick on his cheek.
“Mom,” he said. “I thought you were going to be...away for a few weeks.”
“Marla got sick,” she pouted. “You know that old girl can’t keep up with me at points.”
Ian wanted to tell his mother that her friend Marla usually went along with her crazy schemes. Maybe she should probably stop trying to get the poor woman into trouble neither of them needed.
“We don’t usually see you this early, son.” His father gave him a shrewd look. “We needed you this weekend, you were gone. The Russians took two of our truck deliveries off the interstate before the drivers could get to the warehouses.”
“I had plans of my own,” Ian said.
His father slammed his hand on the table. “You have no plans when I need you. Your only plan is to benefit my life.”
“Collin, the boy has a life...” His mother quelled under his father’s withering stare.
“You don’t need to speak for me, Mom,” Ian said casually. “Collin really thinks he has control over my life.”
“I am your father,” his father seethed.
“Well, Dad, I’m here to tell you that I’m leaving this fun family dysfunction. I want no more of it,” Ian said.
“You think you can just walk away?” His father stood and roared. “They know, they know if you are gone they can try to—”
“Kill you?” Ian finished for him. “That’s not my concern, maybe you should consider making a deal with the Feds. You and Mom can live a nice comfortable life in the warmer states with what I know you have squirreled away.”
“We can’t do that,” his mother gasped. “All our friends, what would we do?”
Ian pointed at them both. “See, that’s your choice. Mine is to leave before I end up dead in your name, Pop.”
His father took a deep breath. “You can leave after we finish this thing with the Russians.”
Ian nodded. “That’s a deal. I’ll go get started.”
Ian left without another word. He didn’t trust his father as far as he could throw the old bastard. He was working an angle and Ian would have to be just as deceptive to counter the play. Ian didn’t even feel hurt anymore. Collin Mordha didn’t care about him as a son, only as the muscle, the person who kept his people in line. He was worried about his loyalty to his father and the people that worked under him. Ian saw now that his life, his love, his happiness meant nothing to his parents and he could have no qualms about leaving them behind.
From his father’s house he went to the warehouses on the docks they owned. Forklifts moved around. Large cranes stacked massive containers so high that they had rows and rows of metal, like small neighborhoods and you could not see past them.
“King!” “Hey, King.” “Nice to see you, King.” He heard the greetings shouted to him; these guys he liked. The hard-working men and women who thought they were working a nine-to-five for a fair wage. Who knew nothing of the sordid underbelly of where they worked. They wanted health benefits and a fair wage, nothing more. Still the nickname stuck in his throat; he couldn’t wait for the day to be just Ian, not King Mordha. He walked into the offices and saw one of his father’s people sitting in the big chair. He puffed a cigar, looking fat, happy, and sassy, but when he spied King he almost toppled over from his chair.
“King.” He stood quickly. “I-I wasn’t expecting you.”
“I can see that, Moe.” Ian’s voice was casual but no one could mistake the deadly tone. Moe certainly didn’t. His eyes widened and he almost bit through his cigar. “Seems to me you are really relaxed after two shipments got jacked.”
He blustered. “What could I do? I heard about it, called the boss and he sent you.”
“Who are the drivers?” Ian took the position of power and went behind the desk. He raised an eyebrow at Moe and it was all the man needed to understand he had to move. Ian sat in the chair and moved just a bit. “Big dent, in any case. Bring the drivers in here, I want to have a talk.”
“I’ll get Greg to call them in—” Moe began.
“No, you get them,” Ian said.
Moe’s face clouded with anger but he did as he was told. Ian was sure that before the day was over, his father’s man would tattle like a bitch. He didn’t care. His father wanted results and he wanted out. While waiting, he pulled his phone from his pocket and texted Kiya.
Hey, I can’t stop thinking about you. Can I see you tonight?
Sneaking into my place?
He frowned before texting back. He could see where she was coming from. For their first romantic time together it was out of town. Each time he saw her at her place it was him sneaking in or trying to avoid detection on the apartment cameras.
How about I pick you up and we have dinner at my condo?
Are you sure? was Kiya’s reply.
Positive, I’ll pick you up outside your apartment at eight.
Kay. Kisses.
Ian smiled at the texted hearts before he put the phone in his pocket. The men came in a half an hour later, looking terrified. Ian knew these two, they were just drivers, nothing to do with the family business. Pat, the older one with the bald spot and gray scraggly hair, scratched his head and took off his hat. While the younger boy, Brendan, looked almost belligerent even though he was scared. He smelled a rat from the time he started talking to them.
“So you’re saying both of you had trouble with the hydraulics when you got off the interstate to make the turn to head towards the docks?” Ian asked.
Pat nodded. “When we got into the rest stop they were waiting. One held us as gunpoint while the other two fiddled with the hydraulic hoses and drove them off.”
“So they knew the route and how long it would take for the problems to start and which rest stop you’d pull into,” Ian mused. “Precision move.”
Brendan looked at his counterpart who gave him a nod before he spoke.
“Mr. Mordha, sir,” the young man said. Ian liked the kid instantly. “Somebody here had to say something. It’s not like I have names or anything to point you in a direction.”
“I understand,” Ian said. He followed the kid’s eyes as he looked at the closed door. Through the glass, Moe’s wide back was evident. Ian understood.
“I mean, people are not usually asking us ab
out our route, they give us the paperwork and we go,” the kid said. “But this time around, we were in here three times to hear how important this shipment was. The form said it was the same thing we always carry: car parts.”
Pat held his hat in tight fists. “That’s all we know, we keep our eyes to the ground and just do our jobs. But we’ve seen a few of those thick accent bastards around lately too.” “Tell you what.” Ian took a piece of paper off the desk and wrote quickly. “As of today you guys don’t work these trucks anymore.”
“Sir, you’re firing us after what we told you?” Brendan asked angrily.
“Calm down, kid.” Ian smiled. “To that fuck outside, you are fired. Contact this guy, he’ll set you up in new jobs to driving all over in this fucking shitty weather. Probably warehouse, good damn salaries and even union for insurance. This isn’t a place for good men like you, just don’t look too happy when you leave.”
Brendan grinned. “We can manage that.”
They left soon after, heads down and looking like they just lost their dog and the house in a flood. Moe came in and closed the door, then sat on the other side of the desk.
“How did it go?” Moe asked when Ian said nothing.
Ian looked at him coolly. “They don’t work here anymore. No one lets our haul get jacked, I don’t care how good they are. No one takes from Mordha. They are always caught and then they deal with me.”
Moe swallowed but didn’t look away. “That’s how the organization works. Is that all or are you taking my office all day?”
Ian stood. “No, we’re done.”
He left and could feel Moe’s stare on his back. Ian was somewhat impressed at how much gall the man had trying to stare him down. Especially when it was obvious he was the one trying to sell out to the Russians. Apparently his last job would be taking Moe off the Mordha payroll and it would be a pleasure to do so.
* * * *
Ian waited for her in his usual dark-colored SUV. There was no real way to hide the fact of his life. He didn’t have a Nissan Altima or a regular car. Even if he did it would probably be black. He was so accustomed to darkness he was greedy to be in the light, with Kiya. She got into the car wearing a blue knit dress and tall black boots. Her plaid coat and scarf matched, and he liked it.
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