Pawn (The Pawn Duet, Book Two): A King Series Spinoff

by T. M. Frazier

  I shut the door quietly and resume my search. I try and tell myself that it will be okay. That Percy promised to protect her.

  But promises are the sweetest lies. You just thought that yourself.

  Shit.

  Casually, I attempt to make my search look like a meandering stroll, whistling and gazing up at the stars occasionally. While on the inside I’m yelling at myself to run from door to door and tear them off the hinges.

  After what feels like hours, I’ve covered the entire compound, checking open doors and peering through windows with no luck at all.

  The bass of the party shakes the walls of the hall as I get closer to the party. The bonfire light shines through the archway leading out into the courtyard. I stop, unable to propel myself any further. I can’t go back there. I just can’t.

  I take a step back and then turn, running into the girl’s bathroom. I check the stalls for feet and find none. I lock the door behind me and rest my back against it, sliding to the floor.

  My thoughts shift from my sister to Pike and how I wish he was here right now. How I wish I could lose myself in his arms when it all gets too much like I did when I was with him.

  I wonder if he’ll ever forgive me for leaving like I did or if he even cares that I left?

  Probably the latter, considering I brought him nothing but trouble while I was there, but even that thought feels wrong as I remember how caring he was. How he touched my leg and held my hand as I told him and Nine the truth about my father, the truth about why I was involved with the Reich in the first place.

  I rest my forehead on my knees, lost in my own thoughts and an overwhelming sadness.

  A loud stomp echoes in the small bathroom, and my head shoots up to find the very source of my thoughts standing above me.

  Pike.

  “You,” I breath, clamoring to my feet.

  “Expecting someone else?” Pike drawls, eyes raking over my body. There’s heat in his eyes along with something else. It’s pain. The same pain I saw reflected when I told him I had him figured out in his pawn shop.

  “No, but…why are you here?” I ask, smoothing down my skirt and feeling just as nervous as I did when he approached me for the first time in his garage. He has the same dark warning in his eyes that he had that night. An icy tremor breaks out at the base of my spine, causing my entire body to shiver.

  “I have a question for you.” Pike stalks forward, closing the space between us. His masculine scent along with his nearness wraps around me. “Do you know what it’s really like to kill someone? To have blood on your hands? And I’m not talking about the physical act of taking someone’s life. I’m talking about what it does to you. What you’ll feel after. It’s not as easy as you think. It’s not something you can’t undo, and it may not be something you can come back from.”

  Suddenly, I go from happy he’s here to enraged. “Why? Because my mind has broken before, and you think it will break again? You don’t think I’ve thought of that? That I know the risks?”

  He cages me in, backing me up to the one of the three sinks. “I don’t want you to go to a place you’ll never come back from. It’s selfish, but I don’t want to lose you. I can’t.”

  “I…have to do this,” I say, my voice shaky.

  His nostrils flare. “What exactly is this grand plan of yours, Mic? Because whatever you do, it won’t bring them back, and it will probably wind up getting you killed.”

  “It doesn’t matter if I die or not,” I try to explain.

  “It matters to me,” Pike seethes.

  I suck in a breath. “Why?”

  He looks me over and frowns. “I’m not sure, but it does. It matters more than anything.”

  I shake my head. “No. I don’t. You can’t—”

  He wraps a strong hand around my wrist.

  “No!” I wrench out of his grasp. “People who care about me end up getting hurt or killed. So you see, you can’t care about me.”

  He grabs me and pushes me back against the sink. He holds my jaw, forcing me to look into his eyes. “The only person who can hurt me right now, is you. It’s your fucking move, Mic. Make sure you make the right one.”

  “How?” I ask, feeling a stabbing sensation over and over again within my chest. “What choice do I have?”

  He lowers his face until his lips are hovering over mine. “I’ll tell you…after.”

  “After what?” I ask, but no sooner do the words leave my mouth that his lips are on mine. Devouring me along with any thoughts I had about anything else.

  There’s only me and Pike.

  It feels right. More so than anything has over the past few days.

  Pike looks and smells like a woman’s version of a wet dream. Or maybe, that’s just my reaction to him, although that sounds ridiculous even as I think it because there’s no woman alive that wouldn’t be affected by his strong shoulders, his wide gate, the casual unaffected hard stare in his blazing eyes. Hormone-driven response or not, I’ve never wanted anything more in my life than I want to feel Pike’s hands on me, the weight of his naked body on mine, the warmth of his skin wrapping around me as he thrusts his hot cock inside of me.

  My cheeks burn with redness, and suddenly, the humid night air is too much to bear. I’m a prisoner in my own clothes.

  I yearn for Pike to free me from captivity. To feel him again. Against me. Inside of me.

  “I love this,” he says, running his knuckles over my cheek, and I know he’s talking about my blushing because he’s said as much before. I lean into his touch and look up at him with parted lips. “I want to see you blush everywhere.”

  His nostrils flare as he drops to his knees and parts my thighs with his hands. He pushes my panties to the side, burying his nose between my folds, inhaling deeply. I close my legs out of sheer embarrassment, but he shakes his head. “You can’t fucking hide from me,” he growls against my clit. The stubble on his face causes a friction that sends the pulsing sensation in my core into overdrive, tightening, needing, feeling all too empty. Pike digs his fingers into my thighs, keeping them spread apart. “Don’t you fucking dare to try and keep me from what’s mine.” He swipes his tongue over my clit and grazes his teeth over the sensitive nub. I buck, my back flying off the mattress as a blinding jolt of pleasure shocks me like I’ve been struck by lightning.

  Pike holds me down, pressing on my lower stomach, keeping me pressed against the sink. “Where do you think you’re going?” He chuckles, repeating the lick with very much the same, if not a stronger, response from me. He, then, opens his mouth, licking and sucking on my clit, gently at first, like he’s kissing my lips, passionately, furiously before circling his tongue faster and faster in a rhythm that has me turning my head from one side to the other on the mattress, unsure of what to do while my body is being assaulted with the most extreme pleasure in existence.

  He grabs my ankles and pushes them up, bringing my knees to my chest and parting my legs even wider. His tongue moves faster. He swirls and sucks, inserting a finger and lightly biting on my clit at the same time. The tightness in my lower stomach releases into an atomic bomb of an orgasm that explodes with such ferocity that my muscles spasm as they contract, sending me into a blinding wave of pleasure that I’m sure I’ll drown in.

  He stands, leaving me breathless and spread before him. I feel the loss of his touch while burning for more.

  “Don’t worry. I ain’t fuckin’ going nowhere,” he assures me, knowing exactly what I want. What I need. “I ain’t done with you yet.”

  He reaches behind my neck and lifts my head up to kiss me, his tongue exploring my greedy mouth. I can taste myself on his tongue. “You taste so fucking good. Everywhere,” he says against my lips, never breaking the kiss. I reach up and thread my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer. My hard nipples graze his chest, sending an aftershock of rippling pleasure through my entire body. “You want more, Mic?”

  I can only nod against his mouth, breathing heavily.


  “You want it all?” he asks, sounding raspy and rough as if he’s about to lose control.

  “Yes,” I manage to say, reaching for the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head. I wrap my legs around his waist again and dig my heels into his ass, urging him on.

  He hisses. “Fuck, Mic, I wish I could take my time with you.”

  “There’s no time. I want you to fuck me,” I hear myself say, although it doesn’t even sound like me. My need for Pike has become a full body possession of lust and want.

  Pike spins me around and bends me over the sink. I grip the edge to prevent falling face-first against the porcelain. I glance up at him through the mirror to where he's standing behind me, appraising my body with fierce heat in his fiery eyes. He molds his body against mine. I close my eyes at the sensation I've been dreaming about since the last time I saw him. I relish in his scent, his heat.

  "Open your eyes, Mic," he orders. "I want you to see this. To see us," he demands, unbuckling his jeans and pushing down on his boxers.

  My only response is a whimper. I have no words.

  Only need.

  As ordered, I open my eyes.

  Pike grazes the back of my neck with his lips. "I want to see your reaction in the mirror as you take my cock. I want you to see mine as I give it to you. I'm not just going to fuck you. This is a message. One I want you to receive loud and fucking clear so that there will be no more misunderstandings between us." He reaches between my legs under my skirt, cupping my pussy over my damp panties.

  I push back into him with a needy groan. He holds me in place, pushing my panties down my legs before resuming his touch, this time against bare and soaking wet flesh.

  He groans when he feels what's waiting for him. "This belongs to me." He wraps an arm around my shoulder, closing a hand over my throat, biting at my earlobe. His next words are both a statement and a warning, delivered while the shaft of his thick cock presses against the cleft of my ass. "You. Belong. To. Me."

  He pulls back briefly, then enters me with no warning, and with such force, that I'm dizzy as he stretches me open, filling me completely. He doesn't pause before beginning an all-out assault on my pussy.

  "Holy shit," he rasps, echoing my thoughts.

  I grip the sink for support as Pike relentlessly fucks me from behind, pushing and pulling on my waist as he pounds into me. My body convulses every time his hips connect with the flesh of my ass.

  "Are you looking, Mic?" he asks, teasing his lips against my cheek. He holds my jaw and turns my face until his harsh kisses slant across my lips, as hard and furious as he's fucking me. I'm breathless when he releases me. "Are you?" he repeats, releasing my face.

  My only answer is to push back my hips.

  He hisses at the contact and tugs my hair, stinging my scalp. It burns, but his reaction is the reason why I don't hesitate to do it again. "Mic," he warns, wrapping my hair around his hand. "Look," he orders, using his grip on my hair to direct my head so that I have no choice but to look.

  In the mirror, I see Pike, glistening with sweat, looking very much like an angel carrying out the devil's work. I'm suddenly very grateful I have a photographic memory because this image is one I'll recall often, and for the rest of my life. A flush of wetness escapes my body, drenching his cock with appreciation. "Fuck," he swears. "I take it that you like what you see?"

  I manage to nod, pulling against his grip on my hair, my eyes watering as the stinging of my scalp becomes more of a burning.

  Pike releases my hair. My head falls forward, but I don't dare drop my gaze. He told me to look, and that's precisely what I plan to do.

  A devilish smirk plays on his lips as he digs his fingernails into my ass. He looks down and runs his hands over my flesh, admiring the marks he's undoubtedly leaving in his wake. The muscles in his arms and chest are taut, straining against his tattooed skin in his effort to both fuck me and break me. Beneath his furrowed brows, there's a crazed look in his eyes that's both frightening and thrilling.

  I push back against his thrust once more, and this time, he growls. It's a sound so low and primal I can feel it deep within my trembling body.

  "You trying to push me over the edge?" he rasps, staring at my reflection with heavily hooded eyes.

  I can't help myself, and maybe, I am trying to push him over the edge.

  I wink.

  Pike makes a sound similar to that of a starved animal. He grabs my jaw and turns my head sideways, forcing my cheek flat against the cold porcelain. Two of his thick fingers open my lips, penetrating my mouth. His thrusts become more determined, more desperate as if he's trying to fuck the insolence out of me.

  Fat chance.

  I'm not sure if I act out of instinct, or if it's just my need to prove to him that he's not the only one in charge, or if I really do want to push him over the edge and see what happens, but it's certainly not out of sanity that I choose to bite down on his fingers.

  Hard.

  So hard, I taste his coppery blood on my tongue.

  Feeling victorious, I grin around his bloody fingers, keeping my teeth buried in his flesh.

  "You're going to fucking kill me," Pike moans, but he doesn't pull his fingers from my mouth. He doesn't pull away at all. If anything, the bite causes him to become more unhinged, fueling his already maddening pace, smashing my breasts against the rattling sink—dust from where the sink and wall meet falls to the ground.

  Pike pushes down on my shoulders and lifts my hips so that I'm standing on the balls of my feet, legs spread as wide as they can go, making myself as open to him as I can possibly be. He drives into me with a force that's not just going to break the wall but likely break me in half. I grip the side of the sink with both hands, holding on with all of my strength. I meet his every thrust with a push of my own, determined to give it as good as I can take it as my muscles strain, and my body relishes in the pleasure of it all.

  The power.

  Pike finally pulls his fingers from my mouth. Blood drips from the corner of my lips. I try and catch my breath, but there are no breaks. There's just me and Pike and this dangerous thing between us that has us pulling and pushing against each other as if possessed by demons.

  Or maybe, we are the demons.

  Possessed or not, my legs shake. My knees grow weak. To keep from falling, I lift one arm and press my hand against the mirror. My lower stomach clenches and begins to spasm, and I'm not sure how much longer I can hold this position. I begin to slip, but push up with my feet onto my toes, pressing harder against the mirror. On my other hand, my knuckles are white as I tighten my grip on the edge of the sink, desperate to stay upright. Desperate to feel all of this. To feel him.

  "Fuck, Mic," Pike moans, his cock thickening inside me, pulsing against my inner walls. His thighs behind to shake against the back of my legs. I'm still looking in the mirror, but my vision blurs as my body tightens around his cock. All I see is a now fuzzy image of two bodies looking to both pleasure and punish the other.

  I adjust my hand as my feet again threaten to slip, clawing at the mirror, wishing it wasn't so damn smooth.

  "You better be fucking watching," Pike grates through gritted teeth. I blink rapidly and focus on the chording of Pike's neck as my vision clears.

  "Pike!" I cry as a wave of pleasure threatens to burst within me. My entire body begins to tremble with my impending orgasm, and if this is only a preview, I'm elated and fucking terrified of what's to come.

  The room smells like sweat and sex. The sounds of the slapping of skin on skin fill the small room, along with our grunts and groans.

  I use everything I have to push back against Pike, taking what I want, no, what I need.

  "Yes," he rasps. 'That's it. Mic. That's my fucking girl. Give me all you got."

  Releasing my grip on the sink, I use both hands to push against the mirror, giving him what he's asking for.

  It's too much. The mirror cracks under the added pressure, spider-webbing around my fingers
and slicing into my skin.

  My body tightens around Pike's cock, gripping him from the inside.

  Pike's rhythm becomes erratic and wild. He wraps his arms around my waist, holding me tightly in place against his body.

  Blood drips from my fingers, painting our reflections red.

  We don't stop fucking.

  Pike grips my jaw again, placing his chin on my shoulder, forcing me to watch our distorted bloody images in the spider-webbed glass that has broken us into two pieces. Pike in one and me in the other.

  We don't stop fucking.

  Glass begins to fall, dropping into the sink and onto our bodies, pricking at our skin.

  We fuck harder.

  Pike's name tears from my lips as I reach the edge, glass raining down all around us.

  We fuck even harder.

  The piece with my image falls.

  Pike groans out my name on a strangled cry that pushes me into a kind of pleasure that's both painful and brutal and soothing and bliss all at the same time.

  "Mic," he breathes, as I'm still feeling the bliss tear through my body. He rests his head on my shoulder.

  The last piece, the one with his reflection, falls into the sink.

  The mirror is now completely shattered.

  And so are we.

  I’m still dazed from what just happened when Pike grabs my face in his hands and stares deeply into my eyes. “Mic, let me help you. I won’t stand in your way, but I’ll help you get your revenge. Come with me now, and we will figure this shit out together.”

  I shake my head and think of my sister. I can’t leave her, not now. I don’t even know where she is. “No. You can’t…I can’t.” Tears well up in my eyes. “I…” I start, wanting to explain further, but not being able to find the words. What am I trying to say? I love you please understand? I can’t say anything because any words that leave my lips won’t come out right. I’m not good with the ones that involve feelings, and right now, I’m feeling so much. “I want to, but I can’t leave because—”

  The door handle jiggles followed by three hard thumps. “Who is in there? Mickey, is that you?”