Savage Kingdom: A Dark Romance (Sekten Book 1)

by C. Lymari

  She was leaning against a wall, trying to look down the hall, when I made my way in.

  “We have two minutes to make our way upstairs and rejoin the party before the outside cameras come back on,” I whispered.

  When she turned to look at me, I could see apprehension all over her face. She wanted to trust me but didn’t know how.

  “In the catacombs is where he takes his friends to see his girls,” she said sadly.

  “I know,” I told her. It was hard to pin anything down on Yates, and he had people in his pockets. He was pretty much untouchable.

  “We can go in through the laundry room chute,” I suggested, having studied the blueprints.

  Daphne ignored me. She removed her shirt, revealing a red satin dress. She then took off her trousers, staying only in her black high-heel boots.

  Yeah, there was no denying that I wanted her. Sometimes we don’t have to know people for a long time to realize they are yours. That they are the missing piece to complete you. She knew who I was and wasn’t scared. I knew how fucked-up she was, and it didn’t bother me. Broken pieces can be completed, and she was the match to mine.

  I grabbed her hips and pulled her back to me, letting her feel my hard-on. “Are you going to fuck your way up?”

  She didn’t move at all. Her hand came up, wrapping around my neck. “Do you want to watch me fuck them?”

  I growled, my hand coming between her legs, cupping her pussy. “Deny it all you want, baby, but we both know I own this.”

  Daphne brought her elbow back and hit my ribs. I let her go and followed behind her, aware there were going to be guards.

  Two sets of doors separated us from the party. Our two-minute window was running out. I was able to get this feed hacked up. I didn’t want to alert them, just make it seem like a technical difficulty.

  “Throw me against the door and pretend to fuck me,” Daphne said.

  She didn’t have to tell me twice. I wrapped her hair in my hand and threw her face-first to the door while my hand came to her pussy. My mouth bit her earlobe just as the guard opened it to see what was going on.

  “You can’t be in here. How did you get past this point?”

  “Sorry. About ten minutes ago there was a scuffle in the front, and no one was here, so we figured why not.” Daphne threw him a smile; the fucker looked dazzled. She walked forward, holding on to my hand, and when we passed the guard, she turned to wink at him.

  “Maybe when you’re not on the job, you can have fun with us.” Her sultry tone had my cock rock hard. I pinched her side in warning. I would never fucking share her.

  The guard just growled at us to get to the main part of the house. As soon as we weren’t within earshot, I pushed her against the wall, my knee coming between her legs.

  “There was a scuffle?” I deadpanned, knowing damn well she had probably orchestrated it.

  “What can I say? I’m just lucky.”

  She was irritating the shit out of me, but I couldn’t pinpoint why. I think it was the blasé tone with which she just put everything under the rug.

  “The only lucky day in your life is when you ran into me.” I gripped her chin, and she got pissed. I didn’t care. I held her still and forced her to kiss me. Her lips stayed closed and unmoving, and I got a thrill in trying to make her submit to me. I slid my hand down from her chin to her throat, choking her. Her gray eyes widened, but she ultimately opened her mouth. She tasted like lies, and I lapped them up.

  “I don’t think you hate me as much as you think,” I smirked at her.

  She tried to push me away. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

  I grinned at her and brought my hand down to her mound and inserted two fingers in her wet heat. As soon as I put them in, I took them out, taking a step back.

  Daphne was too restrained to pant, but her wolf eyes went wide and darkened, and I knew it was lust reflected in them. She watched as I brought my two digits into my mouth. “Taste like this doesn’t lie, Petal.” Daphne kept glaring my way. This time I cupped her face gently. “Do you need my help for whatever you need to do?”

  Her eyes widened in surprise at my question. “What about what you came to do?”

  “It can wait. I know you can take care of yourself, but when I’m here, you don’t have to.”

  Her chest rose and fell rapidly at my admission. “I’ll be okay.”

  I nodded, stepping aside so she could get by. I wasn’t going to get in her way, and besides, if I didn’t do my job, I didn’t get paid. I started to walk away, but she was there holding my hand, stopping me from going any farther. “Do you regret betraying your country?”

  I masked my face so she wouldn’t know I was pleased. She knew I was no longer with MI6, which meant she had looked into me or had asked about me.

  “Betraying them was the easy part. Watching you walk away and not stopping you, that was the hard part.”

  This time I walked away.

  The house was big, old, and opulent with people mingling everywhere, champagne and drugs passed around as party favors. It was one giant orgy. Swingers, voyeurs, and people with kinks came here to let loose once a month. Most of them had no clue of the horrors that the basement housed.

  My target was a middle-aged man. He had touched something that wasn’t his to take and now I was paid to take him out. I counted on the fact that Yates wouldn’t like to bring attention to his little operation. I could make the hit, and he would clean the mess.

  He would probably be cautious for a few months, but then he would start his parties all over again. Men like him got drunk on their power, and fetishes like his were not easy to please, so he would do anything to get his fix.

  I searched the rooms, turning down offers from both men and women, trying to act unsuspicious around the guards I saw milling around. As I worked on the first floor, there was no sign of Daphne, and I was curious to know what she was up to, but I wanted her to be the one to tell me.

  When there was no sign of my target on the main floor, I made my way upstairs to search the rooms. My intel was good, so I knew he was here. People were fucking in the rooms, or watching others fuck. I ran a hand over my face feeling frustrated. In the corner of my eye, I saw Daphne making her way down from the master bedroom.

  Irrational anger came down on me.

  I walked up to her and grabbed her by the shoulder and pulled her into a room with me. A woman was in bed getting fucked by three men. She looked at me with hunger in her gaze, ready to add a fourth.

  Ignoring the scene, I turned to Daphne, who was looking at the woman, her head cocked.

  “Did you come here to fuck Yates?”

  Her gaze cut to mine.

  “And if I did, how’s that any of your business?” Her eyes cut to the woman, who was moaning loudly, getting off on the fact that we were in the room.

  “You are my fucking business,” I told her.

  She stayed quiet for a second, then spoke just as the woman on the bed started to climax.

  “A long time ago, Yates acquired something that was not for him. I am here to reclaim what was once stolen.”

  I smiled at her ambiguity.

  “You’re fucking cute when you try to be evasive, you know that.”

  She growled like a kitten.

  Since neither Daphne and I had found what we were looking for, that meant that our marks were in the catacombs.

  “Laundry chute?” I brought Daphne in front of me and wrapped my arms around her as I whispered in her ear. She stiffened but ultimately let me since we couldn’t attract much attention to ourselves.

  She turned her head up and looked at me with a wicked glint in her eyes. “How about we cause a little mayhem?”

  Did I want to cause mayhem? Was she serious? I lived for this shit.

  I smirked at her.

  “Do your worst, Petal. As long as I’m here, nothing will touch you.”

  A soft look crossed her gaze, but she quickly masked it. She quickly hid and made a ca
ll since phones were confiscated at the entrance; we were the only guests who had them. She told whoever was on the line to knock out the grid.

  We made our way down the lobby and faced the door that led downstairs. There was a chair close to where one guard was now keeping post.

  “Don’t fuck it up,” I murmured in her ear, knowing damn well the challenge would fuel her.

  I sat on the chair and leaned back, fully prepared to let her run the show. I was pleasantly surprised when she sat on my lap, her body facing forward. My dick had been hard since I’d seen her outside, and there was no hiding the way she made me feel. Not that I would do that.

  My hands struck out, gripping onto her hips and making her grind against me, forgetting about what it was that we were supposed to be doing.

  She felt like heaven on my fingertips, something that was utterly unattainable. Her kisses felt like hell, hot and scorching everything. It was the only thing I could get from her.

  Daphne leaned back into me, kissing my neck, her lips traveling up to my earlobe. When she bit it, I softly moaned.

  “Inside the heels of my boots, I have darts dipped in a tranquilizer.”

  I brought the hand I had on her waist down to the apex of her thighs, knowing damn well we were putting on a show. I kissed her, taking everything from her because if I asked her, she would rather run and hide than admit to me she felt just as strongly as I did.

  I cupped her pussy and rubbed the palm of my hand up and down, feeling her get wetter with each stroke. Her heat felt divine, and I wanted to finger, eat, and fuck her, but I didn’t want the arseholes at the door to watch her fall apart.

  “I fucking own this,” I groaned against her neck.

  The bitch rubbed her arse against my hard cock. “I belong to no one.”

  There was nothing sweet about the chuckle that left my lips. I inserted two fingers into her pussy. Bloody hell, she was fucking soaked for me. “Your cunt says otherwise, Petal.”

  Removing my fingers from her pussy, I brought them to her mouth. “Taste your lies, love.” I didn’t give her a chance to come with a witty response when I shoved my fingers in her. While she sucked herself from my fingers, I leaned down to her foot. I groaned when she sucked my fingers deep into her mouth and made a moaning sound. At the same time, her foot lifted a bit so I could remove the cap.

  When it loosened enough, I threw it to the side and immediately felt two things trying to come out.

  “Don’t make a sound,” I warned.

  I rose on my feet and maneuvered Daphne so she was now straddling me, giving me access to her other foot.

  Her hands wrapped around my shoulders, and her fingers ran through my hair. I closed my eyes in bliss. I brought my left hand and trailed from her navel to between her breasts, and when I got to her neck, I started to choke her.

  “You make a sound, and they hear you, I don’t give a fuck, I’ll walk out the front door and neither you or I get what we want,” I whispered in her ear. “Nod if you understand.”

  I held my breath to see what her response would be. Daphne licked her lips, then gave me a small, barely-there nod.

  Playtime.

  I let go of her so I could undo my jeans, I lifted up the chair so I could bring my jeans down. Since I went commando, my dick was hard and ready to go.

  Daphne’s chest rose and fell. She didn’t wait for me to say anything. With her hands on my shoulders, she pushed herself up, then brought herself down on my cock.

  She felt better than I had remembered. Hot, tight, wet as fuck. With my hands on her arse, I helped her move so she could take me deeper, faster—rougher.

  “Gideon.” She let out a whimper.

  I turned to glare at her to shut up. My eyes cut to the guards, and sure enough, their eyes were glued on us—on her. I let it go for now and instead pushed Daphne back a bit so I could suck on her tits. As I leaned to take a nipple into my mouth, I started working on the other heel. I sucked on both her tits until she was squirming in my lap, her arousal all over my dick. When I got to my breaking point, I was fucking thankful for the contents inside the heels.

  Daphne moaned words in Russian, and that’s when I put my hand over her mouth and started to fuck her hard. My thrusts were brutal, guaranteeing that even when I was gone, I would be there when she moved in the way her pussy would be sore for days. Every time she took a step, the memory of us fucking would haunt her. The sounds of the chair rocking echoed through the room.

  “Hold on, Petal,” I warned.

  The arms around my shoulders became tighter. She moaned around my mouth as my finger came down to her pussy and started to play with her little clit.

  She came in silent moans around my hand, her face buried in my neck. I came in her, trying proving a point to her, to the guards and anyone who was around.

  I leaned back in the chair, catching my breath, bringing her with me. Her body was sprawled on me, and I wished we didn’t have to move.

  “Now I have to fight with cum leaking down my leg,” she said, her voice soft, docile even.

  I couldn’t help it and started laughing. Grabbing her chin, I forced her to look at me.

  “And you say I don’t own your pussy.” I didn’t give her a chance to say more and gave her a quick peck as I reached for the darts.

  “You ready?” she said with a smile on her face.

  “For you, baby, always.”

  Her hand came to my cheek, caressing it, but didn’t say a word.

  She grabbed her dart, and I had mine. With her in my lap, I fixed my jeans and tucked my dick back in. This was a party he would be more than happy to miss.

  Once that was done, we both turned to the guards and aimed.

  “What the fuck!” they growled.

  Daphne and I were already there, punching them in the face.

  We took them inside the corridor with us, throwing them inside the first room we could find.

  Reaching inside my jacket, I pulled out my Glock.

  Daphne made her way back to the hallways, where her clothes were still lying on the floor.

  “I hated not being able to do anything in Sinestre,” she admitted as we made our way to the hidden part of the basement.

  “I know,” I said.

  “I’m not sure if I could show that restraint again.”

  Before we continued, I reached for her hand and pushed her against the wall.

  “You do what you got to do, and I’ll figure out a way how to get us out alive.”

  “Gideon,” she said, looking into my eyes.

  “Yeah?”

  “Don’t fall for someone like me.” She said it casually, but I could see the sadness in her eyes.

  “Petal,” I said, instead of giving her an answer. “Don’t write us off just yet.”

  She didn’t give me any kind of answer, but I didn’t care because at the end of the day, her opinion was irrelevant. She was mine, and that was final.

  So instead, I kissed her softly. Something we weren’t, but together we could be—even if it was just for each other.

  When I pulled back, I nodded for us to keep going.

  We heard the grunts and cries before we got to the room.

  I already knew what we would find, and I prepared myself to help Daphne with the feeling that it would evoke in her.

  The rage I felt was new. All I could think about was what she told me her father had done. How he’d sold her and made her pay on her back for his business.

  Three men were in the room with one girl. She was young, frail, and in so much pain. Fuck, her tanned skin oozed pus and blood. She was strapped to the table, wearing a ratty dress that used to be white, but now it was dark gray. Her hair was messy, in knots, and oily. On her neck was some type of necklace that had emeralds, pearls, and diamonds in it. It almost looked like a choker. And ramming into the girl was my mark.

  Both Daphne and I pulled back.

  “My target is in the room,” I said.

  Daphne was staring
stoically at the other wall. “She saw us.”

  I pulled out my other gun, ready to get out of here, guns blazing. I didn’t care about the mess I had to make if it meant Daphne was safe.

  “She mouthed for me to kill her.”

  “It’s the only mercy we can give her.”

  Daphne put her gun away and instead took out twin daggers.

  “What I was looking for is on her neck. It’s called the esclave necklace. It was stolen from Russia when the Romanovs’ empire fell. Since then it’s been on the black market. He defiled it.” Daphne gripped the blades in her hand. “For that, he will pay, but he is not ours to claim.”

  “Fuck, baby, what’s going in that head of yours?”

  Don’t say it.

  Don’t fucking say it.

  “We are bringing her with us.”

  Fuck.

  “Okay, here’s the plan,” I said, ignoring the crying and the laughing from the men. “You throw a blade into the man next to Yates, and I’ll shoot the one between her legs. We run that way and hide while Yates alerts security. Since the guards are still down, I’ll block the doors. At that time, you get to the damn window, get out, and I’ll carry her out once I am back. Deal?”

  I put my gun away and instead took out a pistol, putting the silencer on it. I took a step forward, ready to get killing done so we could blow this place, but Daphne got in my way.

  I was about to ask her what the fuck was wrong now, but she got on her tiptoes and fucking kissed me.

  My hand wrapped around her waist as I deepened the kiss.

  “Murder gets you horny?” I teased.

  She swatted my chest. “Thank you.”

  I got a feeling she didn’t do this often, so I didn’t make a big deal about it, but I couldn’t deny it meant something. When it came down to it, she didn’t need me, but she sure as fuck wanted me.

  Pressing my lips to her forehead, I gave her a quick peck. Then I caressed her cheek.

  “When we get out of here, you’re going to show me just how thankful you are.”

  When she bit her lip and nodded, I groaned.

  Couldn’t we just kill everyone already?

  She pulled away, and we both nodded. She threw her dagger at the same time I shot. Then we ran to the opposite end and hid while we watched Yates run out. As soon as he was out of the doors, I locked them. Then when I came back, Daphne had the girl by the window.