by Sam Crescent
“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” he asked.
“Making you want me?”
“That’s not hard to do. I always want you. I will always want you.”
She loved hearing him say those precious words. They meant a great deal to her. “What am I doing to you?”
“I want to fuck you raw, fill you up with my child so every fucking man here and out there knows you’re taken. I don’t want anyone else to ever look at you the same way I do. They can keep their gazes away. You’re all mine. You will always be mine, and that’s all I want.” He pushed her hair off her face. “You’re my woman, Sable. You know it and I know it. I’m a possessive bastard when it comes to you. I don’t care if you deserve better or more. You’re the only woman I want.”
To silence him, she pressed her lips against his. He banded an arm around her back and she moaned his name, never wanting him to stop.
“Fuck, I love you,” he said, biting at her lips.
She smiled. “Good, because I want you. Knock me up. I don’t care if the richest man in the world came and offered me a better life. The only man I want, the only man I’ve ever wanted, is right here. You’re the one, Dog. It’s always been you. Always will be.”
He spun her around to the bed, spreading her thighs open.
She glanced down, watching as his large hand stroked between her thighs, touching her pussy. A moan left her lips as he spread her open. His thumb pressed to her clit before sliding down to plunge inside her.
He worked his thumb, then pulled out, and his fingers replaced it. Two, three, working inside her, filling her up. He was older, more experienced, and knew exactly how to drive her wild with desperate need. Every time with him was like the first time all over again.
She cried out, moaning his name, not wanting him to stop. When Dog suddenly dropped down to one knee, his tongue stroked over her clit. He teased across her sex, up and down, around, before pulling her nub into his mouth and sucking it hard. She panted and clutched the sheets in her fists, trying not to let the rising pressure consume her.
The slight pain didn’t even begin to compare to the pleasure as he played with her.
Screaming his name, she bucked up, wanting him, desperate for him, hungry for more of Dog. He gave it to her as well. His tongue danced across her pussy, making her ache and whine, but he didn’t allow her to come.
Like always, he was the one in charge.
She wouldn’t have it any other way.
Just as suddenly as he’d started to tease her, he stepped back, and she pouted, going to her elbows to watch him.
He removed his clothes, revealing his hard, muscular, heavily inked body. She pressed her thighs together to try to create some friction but he tutted. “Keep them open.” His hard voice sent a shiver of pleasure and need rushing up her spine.
She smiled and spread her legs, liking how he looked at her with hunger. In the past couple of days, Dog had gotten out of the habit of glaring at her, and she liked it. She loved how he treated her. It was magical to be the only one to know this side of the VP.
Dog wrapped his fingers around his dick, working from the root up to the tip, then back down again. Pre-cum beaded on the tip and he curled his finger, beckoning her toward him.
Sliding toward the end of the bed, she sank down to her knees on the floor.
“Open,” he demanded.
With her lips parted, he placed his cock close to her face, his hands going to her hair and wrapping it up around his fist as he slowly sank into her mouth. She moaned around his length, taking him in deeper until he hit the back of her throat. He let out a curse, pulling out but only until the thick head of him was inside.
Sliding her tongue across the slit, she tasted him and wanted more. She wanted him to spill in her mouth so she could swallow him all. Dog filled her mouth, using his grip in her long hair to guide her over his length, taking her mouth. She moaned around his huge cock and in response, he cursed and slid in deep but not too far. He always thought about her, not just himself.
“Fuck, no, I’m not going to get you pregnant coming in your mouth.” He pulled out of her and scooped her up. She landed on the bed with a jostle and within seconds, Dog was inside her, fucking her hard. The man was a machine. He grabbed her hands, pressing them to the bed, holding her in place as he worked her pussy. In and out, he pounded inside her, fucking her harder, and she took it. Wanted it. She loved the feeling of him deep inside her, joining them in the most intimate way.
His lips crashed down on hers, ravishing her mouth. The passion helped her slip away, into that beautiful place where only he could lead. He let go of her hands, gripping her hips as he took her hard and fast. Dog was her biker, her beast, and she belonged to him.
He broke from the kiss and trailed down her neck to suck on her pulse. His stubble creating sensations that had her close to orgasm just from his teases alone. She couldn’t get enough of him. For the rest of her life, she’d gladly be at his mercy, in his bed, in his life. No other man would ever do.
“You’re mine, Sable. All mine. Now and forever. I’m never going to let you go. Now come all over my cock.” He pulled out of her, spun her to her knees, and was back inside of her with his fingers stroking over her clit.
This was heaven.
****
Two months later
It didn’t take a genius to work out his woman was pregnant. At least, Dog figured it took a woman who could read all the signs and Beth had discreetly told him to go and get a pregnancy test kit as Sable was showing all the signs of being knocked up.
No period.
Sickness in the morning.
Her breasts a little sore and heavy. He’d put this down to the fact he couldn’t get enough of her. Sable was an addiction. Every single night, no matter how late, he had to be inside her. Some nights, that was how he fell asleep, with his dick balls deep inside her and his arms holding her against him, keeping her safe.
Sable had no complaints.
Only, he now held a pregnancy test kit and didn’t want to scare her.
She hadn’t complained too much about the sickness and within a couple of hours, she always seemed perfectly happy and content.
Forge came out to lean against the wall. The two of them watching their women. Sable and Beth were hanging out laundry. As always, guards were on the front and back gates. Grass had been captured by some of their nomad clan and delivered right to their door. They’d taken care of him, to make sure he’d never be able to cause them trouble in the future. Hank had been dealt with as well. They’d taken over the brothel Grass had set up, setting all the women free. The only women they put to work were the ones who wanted to be there. Making good money the only way they wanted to. So far, there was a growing number of women and the upkeep of the property was easy, plus, most of the men who frequented the club were rich, entitled assholes, which now made their life easier with all the additional information they had collected.
“Congratulations. Beth told me.”
“We don’t know yet. I’ve got the test. I don’t even know if she knows.”
He chuckled. “Well, what are you waiting for? She’s right there. Go and get her, man.”
Dog cleared his throat. “This life, I know it’s … it has a lot of dangers. Death being high up there. We’ve had to burry a lot of brothers in our time.”
“Don’t, Dog.”
“I need to do this. If anything was to ever happen to me, take care of her. I … I fucked up with her. I nearly lost her so many times, and the thought of her hurting or not having anyone kills me.”
Forge gripped his shoulder. “You’re not going to die. I won’t let it happen because I think it’s going to be so much fucking fun to watch you chasing after that woman and a kid. I hope you get a daughter just so I can watch you try to scare all those little bastards away when she’s of age. You don’t need reassurance from me. Sable is club property. She’ll be protected and loved. You have my word, but not because she’s yo
ur old lady. Because she earned that right a long time ago. Now, stop being a pansy ass and go get her.”
Dog took a breath and headed toward Sable.
She was getting used to him just hauling her over his shoulder and taking her to wherever he wanted to go. If she was pregnant, would that continue to harm the baby? He had so many questions and concerns. The first step was confirming if she carried his child.
Rather than taking her caveman style, he was more of a gentleman and grabbed her hand, leading her back up to his room.
Again, her laughter followed behind him.
“It seems I’ve got to go, Beth,” she said, calling toward her friend. “What is it, Dog?”
He closed the door and pressed her up against it. “I love you.”
“And I love you.” She cocked her head, confusion in her eyes.
“I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
“I know.” She wrapped her arms around his neck. “But we’ve got to talk about how you keep taking me when you want me.”
“You love it so stop your moaning.” He pulled the test out of his pocket and held it up. “I think it’s time we know.”
All color drained from her face. “Oh. Do you … what do you want it to say?”
“I don’t care. I want you pregnant. I want you to belong to me in every way that matters.”
Again, that smile was on her lips. “Okay.”
“But first, I do need you to realize that I’m not going to kick you out. This isn’t some game to me. You’re my old lady, Sable. I’m not going to get bored, nor am I looking for an out.” He stroked her cheek. “I’m in love with you. I want it all. Kids, to come home to you, to fight, to make up, and to know that at the end of each day, you’re going to be waiting for me.” Tears filled her eyes and he groaned. “Don’t cry.”
“They’re happy tears, Dog. You have no idea how many times I’ve wanted you to say that. How I’ve dreamed of you saying something like that. I want forever with you too.”
He glanced down at the test. “Let’s take it. Let’s see what it says.”
“You’re not going to watch me pee,” she said. “That would be gross.”
“I’ll look away.”
They entered his bathroom and he felt her hands shake within his.
“I’m here, no matter what. If it says no, we’ll try again. I happen to enjoy breeding my woman.”
“And if it says yes?” she asked.
“Then we’ll try to make it twins.”
She chuckled. “I don’t think it works like that.”
“I’ll make it work.” He kissed her hard as she laughed.
They stopped, reading through the instructions.
“Right, let’s do this.”
He didn’t watch but held her hand as she peed on the stick. She placed it on a piece of tissue paper on the counter as she washed her hands, and then he wrapped his arms around her, resting his head on top of hers, waiting.
“What do you want to name it if it’s a girl?”
“Fuck off,” he said.
“Dog, be serious.”
“I am. I bet our daughter will look so beautiful and I’ll be constantly telling guys to fuck off. May as well give them a reason to steer clear.”
“You’re not being serious. I like Ashley or Cole for a boy,” she said. “What do you think?”
“I guess. I’m not good with names. You can do all the naming.”
He kissed her neck, his hands moving up from her waist to cup her tits.
“Dog, it’s time,” she said.
Together, they leaned over to look at the pregnancy test kit. “What does that mean?”
She picked up the box and glanced up at him, a huge smile on her face. “I’m pregnant.”
He took possession of her mouth, making her drop the box as he lifted her in his arms, carrying her over to their bed.
She laughed as they both fell side by side on the mattress, staring into each other’s eyes.
“All mine, Sable. All mine for the rest of our lives.”
“Yes,” she said. “But you definitely don’t get to name our unborn child.”
“Deal, but I get to fuck you, even when you hate me.”
“I could never hate you.”
“Good.” He lifted her shirt and put his hand to her stomach. Boy or girl, he was going to take care of his woman and his children.
He couldn’t wait to see their family growing, and he intended to keep her knocked up for a while. He’d never give her a reason to leave him.
The End
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BONUS SAMPLE CHAPTER
TAKING HER INNOCENCE
Killer of Kings, 1
Sam Crescent & Stacey Espino
Copyright © 2017
Sample Chapter
“You think you can handle it?” Boss asked.
Viper stared out across the parking lot. A lot of shoppers were milling around today, going about their own pathetic lives, believing they were the most important thing in the world.
None of them had any idea that one of the world’s deadliest killers was amongst them. He was part of an elite group of mercenaries. He killed for the money. Whoever offered the highest bounty, he took it. He never asked questions, and he never cared about the people he killed. This was a job to him, something he was good at.
“Why can’t I handle it? Send me a picture of the girl. I’ll do the rest.”
“She has to die of natural causes.”
Viper snorted. “No problem.”
He had one month to find a woman, and to end her life. Piece of cake. He had lots of ways of killing a woman, and this would be no different.
“Deposit the money, and I’ll call you if I need more.” Viper whistled as he made his way toward the car. He put the groceries in the trunk, got behind the wheel, and waited.
Her picture came through his cell phone, and he stared at the girl in question. She couldn’t have been older than fifteen, but from what Boss had told him, she was nearly twenty-one years old, and had been on the run for nearly six months. Curious.
The picture showed her cuddled up next to her mother, and she looked happy. Pepper was chubby, her cheeks looking like the kind you could pinch, and grandmothers cooed over. Boss had given him all the details over the phone. Viper didn’t do paperwork, reading, or worrying about something being tracked.
He memorized everything. All the little details were up in his head, and that was where they would stay until the job was gone.
Viper didn’t know why the woman in question, Pepper, was running, and he really didn’t care. The moment Boss called him and gave him an assignment, he did it. Now he just needed to figure out where she was staying.
Good news for him, he had a special guy who owned equipment that could find him this woman. Leaving the grocery store, Viper made his way across the city toward the guy who he knew would hook him up.
Whenever he was in between jobs, he would always stick around where his people were so that he didn’t have to worry about endless traveling. Working for Killer of Kings was rather lucrative. They were a company known for getting the job done. Nothing was too much, no job too hard. He had traveled all over the world to do what needed to be done, from killing people, to fucking women, to even rescuing people. If the price was right, he would do anything.
From a young age, younger than any child should ever have to deal, he had been taught to hunt, to kill, and to do it without feeling a damn thing. There were scars on his back that all bled together that reminded him a past he wished he coul
d forget. When he saw children with their parents, for a split second he felt envious, jealous that they could be having a wonderful life, a better one than he ever had. Of course they were having a better life than he had. None of them had ever gone through the hours of pain or the training that had made him one of the deadliest men on earth.
Parking his car outside of one of the shittiest apartments in the city, he made his way toward his contact, Maurice. The guy was thirty years old, a slob, but damn good when it came to computers. He was the only one who gave Viper the facts without giving him files thick with writing and shit. Viper didn’t want to be studying. Cold, hard facts were what he was after, and he didn’t need paperwork that could be traced.
Maurice lived on the top floor. He was a tall, skinny man who wore big, thick glasses. Banging on the door, Viper waited, and when Maurice opened the door his shirt was covered in ketchup and mustard stains.
“I’ve told you to change,” Viper said, entering the room.
“Yeah, well, I didn’t think I’d see you for a couple more weeks. You usually take time off. Why are you back after just a week?” Maurice asked.
The apartment was littered with debris. Only the sitting room, the place where all the computers and equipment were set up was spotless.
“You need to get a cleaning lady,” Viper said. He hated mess.
Mess equaled mistakes.
He was clean, efficient, and he didn’t have anything to leave behind. Even his apartment where he stayed during his vacations didn’t hold any personal mementos. Not that he would ever have those. Mementos would mean caring, and that wasn’t what he did. He didn’t have a family, a past, nor would he have a future.
“Cleaning ladies touch stuff, and I know where everything is.”