Wild: Savannah Heirs

by June, CoraLee

  Luis Salvador was fucking huge, maybe even bigger than before.

  “Shit, Luis,” I gasped.

  I wanted to flip over and take him in my mouth. But when I tried to move, he shot his hands out to grip my waist, keeping me in place.

  “Come on,” I said, feeling like a horny teenager, pleading to be filled up.

  He smirked. “I’m not done with our little trust exercise, mi amor.”

  I groaned, impatience bubbling up within me. “Please? I want you so fucking bad.”

  “Good. That’s exactly how I want you.”

  I didn’t even have a moment to brace myself before he was dragging his cock along my ass, pausing at my entrance. “Can you trust me to make you feel good?”

  I swallowed. I’d never done that before, I wasn’t sure I wanted our first time to be anal. But if Luis wanted my trust, I was more than happy to give it to him. “Y-yes,” I whispered.

  “I’m sorry, Your Majesty, I didn’t hear you,” he taunted before pressing ever so slightly. He didn’t enter me, but the threat was there.

  “Yes!” I cried out, not caring if anyone heard me or if there was pain. I wanted Luis Salvador, and I trusted him completely with my body.

  “That’s better.”

  Then he moved.

  But instead of pushing is cock into me, Luis leaned down, gripped my cheeks, and started tonguing my ass. I jolted in surprise, and he took advantage of me flinching to shove one hand beneath me and start circling my clit with his fingers. His tongue licked and teased in my cinched hole, and it felt so dirty, so wrong, that part of me was squeamish, but the other part of me was dripping with need.

  A moan sounded in the room, guttural with lust, and it surprised me to realize that the sound had come from me. His tongue was relentless, his fingers fast, and when my orgasm hit, I cried out his name so loud that I was sure I competed with the crashing waves outside.

  I hadn’t even come down from my peak before I was being flipped over, and then I was looking at the sexiest fucking cock I’d ever seen in my life. The proud, purple head had precum beading on it, and I licked my lips at the sight.

  He shoved my thighs apart and then leaned over me, tilting my chin up and forcing me to look him in the eye. “Open up,” he ordered huskily.

  I did as he asked, opening my mouth wide, ready to suck him, ready to take him as far as I could go. But instead of his cock, Luis placed the open switchblade between my teeth. “Bite down,” he said with a rasp, his brown eyes dark with hunger.

  I knew I could say no. I knew that if this was too much, Luis would understand. But I also knew that he was right—this thing that was happening between us was more than just sex. I wanted to prove to him that I did trust him. That I knew despite the dangers, despite the odds, he would take care of me.

  So I nodded once and then bit down on the knife, feeling the cold metal press against my lips.

  “You hold that right there, Majesty.”

  He rolled a condom over his beautiful cock, and I drank in the sight of him. His abs, the thin line of hair that trailed to his groin, his lean but strong legs, his muscular arms flexed as he held himself over me. He was gorgeous, and he was mine.

  My tongue danced across the metal as he positioned himself. I jerked my hips, silently begging him to fill me up and fuck me hard.

  Luis leaned in close to my ear. “Voy a devorarte, Royal,” he said. Then he thrust inside of me with one, hard push.

  My legs shook. My vision blurred. I felt my entire body tense then relax to accommodate his thick cock. “Fuck,” I mumbled, my voice nothing more than garbles thanks to the knife between my teeth. Writhing beneath him, he gripped my hips even tighter, holding me still as he leaned forward and dragged his tongue along the blade.

  “Tú eres mío,” he growled before snapping back up.

  He pulled out and thrust in again. And again. And again. And then he was pushing so hard that every part of me throbbed. A muffled scream escaped my mouth, and I thought surely I’d break a tooth from clenching down on the blade so hard. My jaw was sore. My skin, bruised beneath his fingers.

  And it felt fucking good.

  I’d never felt more savored, punished, and alive. He made me feel wanted unlike ever before, but the hardness in his touch also communicated something darker. His sadness at my denial. His fear of abandonment.

  His intense love for me. And mine for him.

  I could feel an orgasm building, building, building. Rising up like a tidal wave. “Come with me, Royal,” he coaxed.

  His punishing grip on my hips let up as he dropped his hand to my clit. It was too sensitive, though, still pulsing from the previous orgasm. I shook my head, sending out garbled words. I tried to bat him away, but he simply used his other hand to pin my wrists against my chest.

  My hands rubbed against my nipples as my breasts bounced every time he pushed inside of me. His fingers continued to torment my clit, and I could feel myself being brought up to a violent peak.

  “You’re gonna come with me, Majesty,” Luis said before drilling into me with a roll of his hips. I moaned around the blade. “You’re gonna come with me, because from now on, we’re together on all things. So I want you to milk my cock until I’m coated with your cream. I want you to feel me even after I pull out. And then I want to take you again and again, and I’m going to make you come with me every single time.”

  I hit the crescendo with a scream.

  My entire body spasmed, and my tongue sliced against the blade. Luis tore the knife from my mouth and latched his lips over mine, and then he was drinking me in, my taste, my blood, my fucking soul.

  It felt like my orgasm was never ending as I clenched around his cock and milked him the way he’d demanded. Tears of ecstasy dripped from the corner of my eye, and then he slammed into me one more time, my pussy holding onto him for dear life, and he came with my name roaring out of his throat.

  We were still coming down, the high still pulsing in our veins, our hearts. He let out a grunt before caressing my skin with soft words over and over. “Mi amor. Mi vida.”

  My love. My life.

  I seared a final kiss to his, drinking in his words like I could internalize the feeling of true, unbridled love. There would be no going back. Luis Salvador was mine, and I was pretty sure he just made me his.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Royal

  “Fuck, yes!” I screamed, my voice hoarse from the late night of drinking and the many, many rounds of screaming sex Luis and I’d had.

  We were at one of the most beautiful places on earth, but Luis and I hadn’t bothered to leave his cabana since he took me here yesterday. He was insatiable.

  “Mi amor, you look so good when I fuck you like this,” he groaned while sliding in and out of me. I was bent over, hands braced on the floor as he gripped my hips and fucked me mercilessly. I was so damn sore and so damn sated.

  “My legs are shaking, Luis. I don’t think I’ll be able to keep standing through another orgasm.” I gasped as he wrapped his arm around and started circling my clit with the tip of his finger.

  “I won’t let you fall,” he replied with tenderness, completely contradicting the harsh, punishing thrusts he was delivering to my pussy.

  I felt another orgasm about to rip through me. I was so sensitive it almost hurt, balancing pain and pleasure like a trapeze artist. “I’m so close,” I cried out.

  “Come for me,” Luis growled, his demand all I needed.

  I was falling, falling, falling down that peak when a snarky voice interrupted us.

  “Damn, that’s hot.”

  Luis pulled out of me so fast I almost fell over, my orgasm hitting a brick wall, stunting me. I grabbed a shirt on the floor and threw it on before spinning around to see who our intruder was. I was greeted with the sight of a bare-assed Luis pushing Forty-Three against the wall, his raging hard-on pressed against the hit man’s stomach. It was kind of hot, in a threatening and amusing sort of way.


  “How did you get in here? The door was locked.”

  Forty-Three looked at him, obviously offended. “I’m a hit man. Do you honestly think I don’t know how to pick a lock? It’s been fifteen hours. I’m tired of waiting for the two of you to come up for air. I have news.”

  “You could have called,” Luis growled against his ear.

  I tilted my head to the side, observing them with a smirk. Luis was so busy protecting me he hadn’t realized he was naked with a condom still on.

  “We did. Thirty-five times,” Forty-Three drawled. “Also, unless you want me to suck your dick, can you get it off me? I’m all for giving your girl a show, but something tells me you aren’t down for that.”

  Luis went completely still before shoving himself away and running his hand through his hair. I’d never seen the cocky bastard blush before, but even the tips of his ears went red. “Puta madre! Vete a la chingada, pinche cabrón.”

  “Love you too, twinkle dick,” Forty-Three replied while waving his fingers at my boyfriend. With Luis not obstructing my view, I was able to see that Forty-Three was in military get up, dressed head-to-toe in a Navy uniform. “Who are you today?” I asked curiously.

  “Number twenty-two. He was a nasty motherfucker.”

  “I’ll take your word for it. So what did you find out?” I asked, anxiety coiling up in my gut like a snake.

  “You didn’t kill Mrs. Almendarez,” Forty-Three said with a shrug. “I hacked the Ecuadorian hospital records—by the way, it was almost painfully easy to do. When we get home, can one of you remind me to donate a million or so to them? That hospital is going to shit.”

  I was so thrown off by Forty-Three’s sudden change of conversation that I had to pause. “Wait a minute...what?” I asked.

  “Dr. Carmichael logged into the patient’s records after doing his morning rounds. He took her temperature, noted the infection, and then deleted her allergy to penicillin. Seems you were set up, sweetheart.”

  I backed up until my thighs hit the mattress, and I sank down, my mouth gaping open as I turned over his words in my head. I was set up? My brain couldn’t wrap around what he’d said. I was spinning without going anywhere, like tires stuck in mud.

  “Royal? Are you okay?” Luis walked over and sat next to me, clutching a towel to his waist as he went. Cupping my cheek, he turned my attention to him, eyes soft as he stared at me. “Majesty?”

  I heard him, but my eyes found Forty-Three. “He couldn’t have done that. There’s no way. You must be wrong.”

  Forty-Three clasped his hands in front of him, full military style, his shiny boots clicking together. “I’m not wrong. I triple checked everything. And from what I was able to find when I started digging in deeper, you’re not the first person he’s done this to.”

  “What?”

  Nodding, he grabbed a tablet from the dresser that he must’ve brought in with him. Walking over, he handed it to me, swiping his finger across the screen and pointed. “Before he moved to New York, he was in a hospital in Detroit. I couldn’t find much, but from social media, newspaper reports, and the hospital database, I pieced together enough.”

  I stared at the screen, looking at a profile of a pretty blonde woman, all smiles, with an inspirational quote as her background. “Who is this?”

  “Meet Grace McIntyre. More commonly known as Nurse Mac. She dated Dr. Carmichael while they worked together. It’s unclear if she knew about his wife at the time, but from what I can tell, she was good at her job. Smart, never late, never got into trouble with her superiors. She was always taking on extra shifts, too.”

  I scrolled through more of the woman’s pictures, seeing her in scrubs, jeans, bathing suits, fancy dresses. She looked like she had a busy, colorful life. But then the pictures suddenly stopped.

  “She deleted her profile,” Forty-Three said, answering my silent question. “She was fired from Mercy Hospital eight months after Dr. Carmichael started working there.”

  “For what?”

  “Medical negligence.”

  I sucked in a breath between my teeth. “And you think he set her up?”

  Forty-Three nodded before taking the tablet back. “I do,” he said, swiping along the screen. “She vagueposted on her profile about new beginnings. She probably dumped the asshole. Then she had photos of her going out with other guys. I think the doc snapped. Wanted to punish her. I was able to dig up some emails.”

  I looked down at the screen he held out to me, seeing screenshots of emails from other coworkers voicing their shock at the claims of negligence against her. Then a write-up where Grace was noted to have mentioned being bullied by Dr. Carmichael. She wasn’t believed, of course. Why would an upstanding, well-liked doctor do such a thing?

  “She lost her job, her house, everything. Had to start over. Moved back with her folks in Milwaukee.”

  “What a twisted motherfucker,” Luis growled before taking the tablet from my shaking hands and scrolling through it all. “I know they say doctors have superiority complexes, but this is taking it a bit far.”

  “I believe it though,” I whispered, not trusting my shaky words. “Aaron—Dr. Carmichael is prideful. The way he pressured me, it’s like he thinks he’s God’s gift to humanity. Like he deserves anything he wants, and right now, he wants me.”

  Luis tensed. “Well, he’s not fucking getting you.”

  I swallowed deeply before getting up to pace the floors. “So what do we do?” I asked, my feet pounding on the floor as I wrapped my arms around myself. “How do we take down someone like this? He obviously knows how to cover his tracks. He’s well-liked. Manipulative. Hell, he’s convinced my grandparents that we’re getting married.”

  “What?” Luis yelled before dropping the tablet. “Like hell you’re marrying that psycho.”

  “I’d rather eat shit,” I replied blandly before taking a steadying breath.

  Forty-Three shrugged. “As I said, I could always kill him. Would be easy enough, the man is full of himself. Posts on social medial all the time. I could make it look like an accident, even,” Forty-Three suggested with glee. “I’ve always wanted to dress up like a doctor. I’ve had a lab coat collecting dust in my closet for years.”

  “No. It’s not enough,” I spat. “I’m not the only person he’s taken advantage of. I want to ruin his reputation. End his career. I want the rest of the world to see him for the slimeball he is.” My voice was nearly a growl, and Luis practically beamed with pride. Figures an Heir would support revenge.

  “I’m on board. So how do we do that?” Luis asked.

  “Don’t worry,” Forty-Three chirped in. “Aside from being a hit man, I was once an event coordinator. That means I know how to handle a shit ton of moving parts. This is going to be a piece of cake. Once you’re done getting off, meet me at my cabana. I’ve got a plan that’ll knock your socks off.”

  I winced a little at him comparing this to an event.

  Forty-Three took the tablet and started walking towards the door. “Be there in an hour, and if you’re going to have more sex, I suggest doing it in a more comfortable position than the one I found you in.”

  Luis grabbed the knife from the nightstand and chucked it at the door, making it land right next to Forty-Three’s head. The crazy hit man grinned. “Nice throw. If you ever want to give up your Heir life or just have a supervillain alter ego, I would definitely take you on as my apprentice. You have some serious potential.”

  “Hey, Forty-Three?” Luis drawled.

  “Yeah?”

  “Get the fuck out.”

  Forty-Three nodded amicably. “Sure thing.”

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Luis

  Royal’s lips were bruised. Her hair was a wild, wavy mess. She had bite marks littering her neck and was wearing my shirt.

  She looked beautiful sitting there in Forty-Three’s cabana with her legs folded under her as she ran her fingers along the carpet. I was standing next to Godfrey, even though I wa
nted to hold her through this conversation. But my best friend looked like he was about to punch me the moment he saw us walking in together with our hands clasped, so I figured I should be respectful.

  “So what’s the plan?” Royal asked, her tender voice choked up and wavering.

  She was obviously nervous, and Godfrey leaned over to whisper, “Go sit with her, you pussy.”

  Well, if he was good with it...

  After walking over to Royal, I sat down at her back and wrapped her in my arms, dragging her into my lap. She melted the moment our skin touched, and I felt every muscle in her body relax.

  Rogue was sitting in a wingback chair with Scarlett standing behind him, and Rachel was filing her nails at Godfrey’s feet. I guess murder had become a normal occurrence to everyone, because aside from Royal, everyone seemed cool as a cucumber.

  “I have an idea, but we’re going to have to find him first,” Forty-Three explained.

  Bonham, who was leaning against the wooden door with his arms crossed at his chest, spoke up. “I tracked him with his credit card. Last purchase he made was at a motel outside of town.”

  “Have the authorities been contacted?” I asked.

  If Dr. Carmichael had already gone to the police, I had every intention of leaving the country with Royal. It would be hard to leave my mother behind, but for the first time in my life, it felt right to put someone else first.

  This time, it was Godfrey that spoke up. “Judge Palmisano hasn’t been notified of anything. The psycho has had no outgoing calls to anywhere except for my grandfather and Royal.”

  “You’re tracing his calls?” Royal asked.

  “Are you honestly surprised?” Scarlett replied with a chuckle. I guess out of all of our girls, she’s had the longest to get used to our methods.

  Forty-Three coughed before speaking again. “I’ve dealt with men like this in the past. He’s going to try to still hold everything over your head. And right now, he feels like you’re slipping away, so he’s going to get more volatile. You need to prepare for that. But I have a feeling he won’t be going to the authorities. He’s going to try to get you. He can’t do that if you’re behind bars. He’s obsessed.”