King's Possession

by Stone, Piper

  I slipped my hand further down, pushing my fingers into her wetness, pumping them just inside her tight little pussy.

  Another moan escaped her lips and she arched her back, rolling her hand back and forth as she stroked my cock up and down. Within seconds, vibrant colors flashed in front of my eyes, the explosive heat building, my needs growing.

  The second I shoved two then three of my fingers deep inside, she released a series of strangled whimpers, her body quivering. She stroked furiously, pulling up and down until it became almost impossible to hold back. If the little brat wasn’t careful, I’d spew cum all over her luscious body.

  And I wanted this moment to last.

  Flexing my fingers open, I thrust all four inside, curling the tips until she lolled her head, gasping for air. Only then did she slow her actions, unable to concentrate.

  “I… Need.”

  The two words added fuel to the raging fire, pushing me to an entirely different level.

  My hunger far too significant to ignore, I rubbed my hands down her back, cupping her bottom and squeezing. I adored the way her rounded buttocks felt in my hands. When I lifted her into the air, she broke the kiss, tossing her head back. Her lower lip quivered, her eyes now half closed. Every inch of her skin shimmered in the dim lighting, creating a luminescent glow around her.

  She finally lowered her head, taking shallow breaths, a wicked smile crossing her face. “I need you.”

  “You do?”

  “Um-hm. You need to fuck me. Fuck me hard. I need every inch of you inside. Now. Now!” There was a desperate sound to her voice, a desire so intense that she was ravaged by the sensations.

  I slipped my cock between her swollen folds, still holding her aloft, doing nothing more than teasing both of us. When I couldn’t stand it any longer, I yanked her down, the force sending a spray of water over both of us. I threw my head back and roared, panting as my body began to shake violently. There was nothing like being inside of her, the rush of white-hot fire that threatened to consume us together.

  “Yes. Oh…” Purring, she tangled her fingers in my hair as she stared into my eyes.

  “Goddamn, you’re tight.”

  “You’re so big.” She bit her lower lip, the lilt in her voice far too enticing. I could lose myself in her completely, taking her for hours.

  As my cock swelled, her muscles clamped around the thick invasion, pulling me in even deeper. I was breathless as I lifted her again, pushing my level of patience then slamming her back down.

  “Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh.”

  Shifting, I shoved her against the tile, jutting my hips forward, plunging into her again and again.

  She shifted her arms over her head, her purrs intensifying, her eyes glassy. I continued to power inside of her, driving in long and even strokes, my heart racing. There was nothing about her I didn’t crave. As she wrapped her legs around me, entwining her feet together, she squeezed her knees, pinning her body against mine. The look on her face became even more savage.

  We were nothing but beasts mating in the wild.

  And I would have it no other way.

  Genevieve finally lowered her arms, dragging her nails along the sides of my neck, raking them over my shoulders. There was no doubt she was marking me, ensuring that anyone who saw them knew I belonged to her.

  I could tell she was close to coming, her breathing more labored, her chest rising and falling. As I rolled onto the balls of my feet, the angle shifting, she threw open her eyes, her mouth twisting.

  “Oh… I can’t hold it.” Her exclamation echoed in my ears.

  “Come for me. I love the rush, your juice covering my cock.”

  Her body trembling, her mouth pursing, she was thrown into an orgasm. Just the way her pussy muscles clamped then released pulled me into a frenzy. I gritted my teeth, pushing her harder, wanting more.

  And trying not to explode deep inside of her.

  She tossed her head from side to side, murmuring guttural sounds. When her body tensed again, I thrust like a wild man, forcing her slender back to slide up and down on the tile, my actions more brutal than before. I couldn’t stop, I wanted her to swim in a sea of ecstasy, her mind pushed into another realm altogether.

  “Yes. Yes…” Her scream was bedraggled, every part of her shaking. When she finally slumped against me, shifting her arms around my neck and nuzzling against my chest, I took a deep breath of her luscious scent, holding the musky fragrance in my lungs.

  Then I started again, driving deep inside in a perfectly timed orchestration.

  The powerful moment was something I hadn’t expected, pushing my boundaries on every level. I could feast on her for days, driving her to the point of madness. The thought delicious, I thrust harder and faster, the sound of her back being slammed against the hard tile invigorating.

  “Harder,” she mewed.

  “Mmm… Bad girl.”

  “Uh-huh. So what?” She was breathless, her chest rising and falling, her eyes now dilated.

  “That means you deserve a spanking.”

  Without hesitation, I eased her down, shifting her to face the tile and kicking her legs apart. She slid her arms up the wall, pressing her head against the tile, a smile remaining on her face.

  I smacked one side then the other, enjoying the way the water amplified the sound. She bit back a cry, keeping her eyes closed as I delivered four more in rapid succession. The way she shifted her hips back and forth was just another attempt at taking back control. I kicked her legs further apart, sliding my hand between them, tickling her clit then slapping her pussy lips several times.

  “Oh… God. I…” Genevieve threw her head back, her eyes now wide open, squealing as she smacked her hands against the tile.

  “Don’t play with your master, little girl. You’re not in charge and never will be.”

  The statement seemed to thrill her, every inch of her face lighting up. I returned to the spanking with several brutal cracks of my hand. I could see the blossom of red on her skin, the heat searing my fingertips.

  She arched her back, taking shallow breaths, every action she made making it almost impossible to concentrate. I smacked her several additional times before shoving my fingers into her pussy, thrusting like the savage I’d become.

  “Yes. Yes. Yes!”

  I adored the sound of her voice, the way her body responded to mine. No woman had ever opened up to me in such a way, surrendering every inch of her body.

  Now I wanted more.

  I longed for her soul.

  And her heart.

  The thought was no longer startling, just the reality of our connection, electricity that would never be shut down.

  I repeated my actions, smacking her pussy several times then cracking my palm against her bottom.

  She couldn’t stop panting, yet the purrs coming from deep within were so damn enticing, adding another layer of fuel. I was almost blinded by my desire, unable to think clearly. But I had one thing in mind.

  Filling her with my seed.

  After continuing the spanking for a few additional seconds, there was no fucking way I could hold back any longer. I rubbed the tip of my cock up and down the crack of her ass, thrusting the full length of my shaft into her pussy then immediately pulling out, repeating the move.

  “Oh, please… So bad. You’re so bad,” she muttered, daring to look over her shoulder.

  “You have no idea,” I growled, every muscle in my body stretching. I pulled all the way out and without a second of hesitation, I drove the tip into her dark hole.

  “Ahh!” She dug her fingers into the wall as she arched her back, jutting her hips. “Fuck me.”

  “Yes. Every hole is mine.” I no longer recognized my voice. As I gripped her hips, savoring the feel of her heated skin against my fingers, I let out another bellowing roar, thrusting all the way inside of her.

  She was so damn tight that I had difficulty catching my breath. Everything became a beautiful blur as I fucked her dar
k channel, taking what I wanted, refusing to stop.

  Her breathing sounds changed as she slapped her hands against the tile, laughing and mewing as I fucked her long and hard. There were few moments when I allowed myself to move into the state so raw that I was vulnerable to the heightened level of almost desperate need, the kind that drove away all sense of consciousness or even humanity. I’d always been the kind of man to take what I wanted, refusing to back down to rules or the bullshit requirement for foreplay.

  Yet my taking of Genevieve had altered my view, shoving aside every pretense or fabricated concept of life I’d been taught, forced as some kind of indoctrination.

  Never give a shit.

  Women were mere tools.

  Love was nothing but a weakness.

  At this moment, I shunned every word my father had said, no longer certain if I could continue down a path of darkness, one that felt very much alone.

  Her sounds of rapture increasing, I closed my eyes, longing for a different time and place. The rush of need became overwhelming and the second I erupted deep inside her tight ass, the breaking of my resolve ripped apart the remainder of my armor.

  Love was a weakness, but one I was willing to chance.

  As long as it didn’t risk her life.

  * * *

  As I entered the uncharred warehouse, the stench of the fire from the others permeating my nostrils, every breath I took was labored. The dark reminder of the attack hadn’t been far from my mind, the call indicating one of the perpetrators remained alive making me salivate. While my brothers and I had yet to make a full plan of action, the fact the asshole was still breathing allowed for various opportunities.

  Including sending a stark message to Morales.

  The fact he’d fucked with us wouldn’t go unpunished.

  I’d been given the task of providing it and I would enjoy every minute.

  There were few sounds as I stormed into the facility other than the echo of my footsteps. Then I heard a painful grunt and it made me smile. Within a few feet, I came upon several of the family’s Capos as well as a few soldiers, the majority watching the festivities at hand.

  Positioned in a metal chair, his arms tied behind his back, was the surviving member of the cartel who’d been sent to provide a hardcore lesson. It would seem Morales had underestimated our power, let alone the King family resolve. I couldn’t help but smile as I walked closer.

  The dark-haired man had been worked over for hours, dried blood staining his once pristine tee shirt. One eye was puffy, completely closed from the beating he’d received, the other barely able to remain open. Yet I could tell he eyed me carefully as I approached. Bruises had already formed across his jaw, trickles of blood oozing from his battered lips. When I was two feet in front of him, he actually had the audacity to lift his head, struggling yet managing to grin.

  As if he was the better man.

  As if he didn’t give a shit his life had been tossed into the toilet.

  I’d known about Morales’ reputation from day one. He didn’t give a crap about any of his soldiers. As long as they performed in the manner he determined, they would live to see another day. Any variation or push against the brutal regime and they would die a horrible death.

  But not until they’d been tortured for days, driven to the point of madness.

  While our methods weren’t normally as savage, there were always exceptions to the rule.

  The fucker had earned his downward spiral into hell.

  I smiled at the sight of Dimitri. He’d survived the blast and was hungry for vengeance. The Russian had been with the family for years; his ferocious and often cruel methods of handling anyone who dared betray us had given him a solid reputation. He enjoyed every aspect of his job, something that was rare these days.

  He gave me a hard look, even though his eyes were twinkling. The burn marks covering his neck gave me pause.

  And it pissed me the fuck off.

  Without hesitation, I drove my fist into the asshole’s face, enjoying the clattering sound the metal legs made as they scraped against the concrete floor. Blood spewed from his damaged mouth, the force almost tossing him to the floor.

  I pulled away, raking my hands through my hair then flexing my fingers. “Tell me about the shithole,” I directed, turning my attention to Dimitri.

  “Kusok der’ma,” he growled as he swaggered closer.

  Yes, I knew the fucker was a piece of shit.

  Dimitri yanked on the man’s shirt, ripping the front and exposing an interesting tattoo. Then he grinned, spitting on the prisoner. “He’s one of them without question. Apparently, he doesn’t have a name.”

  The tattoo of a dagger was approximately three inches long, the crest in crimson belonging to the Morales family. I nodded as I approached, studying the crude drawing, the black and red ink fading. I took a deep breath, contemplating my choices. Suddenly, the freak wasn’t interested in looking at me. I snagged a portion of his hair, jerking back his head and peering down at him. “I don’t give a shit about his name,” I said, chuckling under my breath. “At this point, he’s nothing but a dead man, unless he decides to talk.” I turned my attention toward him. “The plan. I need every detail. You have one chance to maybe save your sorry as fuck life.”

  He glared at me with his good eye, grinning like the evil bastard he was. “Fuck off.”

  I’d had far too much bullshit testing my patience over the last few days. When I backhanded him again, this time the force was enough to toss him backwards, the chair skidding across the cold, hard floor.

  “Get him up,” I commanded, turning away and thinking about how I wanted to handle his punishment. Exhaling, I rubbed my jaw, knowing exactly what I wanted to do. The bastard wasn’t going to talk. Even if he did, the shit he’d spout off would be nothing but lies. I pulled out my phone, sliding my finger across the screen.

  “What are you thinking, boss?” Dimitri asked, moving from foot to foot, the man’s adrenaline on overdrive.

  “We’re going to film a little show,” I answered, shifting the camera on my phone to the video mode and handing it to him.

  His grin was from ear to ear.

  Maybe I was just grandstanding, but Morales needed a message shoved up his ass. If this didn’t get his attention, then we’d hunt down every shipment he intended to bring to American waters. I didn’t give a crap how long it took or what our family would have to go through.

  I took my time removing my jacket, tossing it to one of the soldiers before rolling up my sleeves. All the while the piss-ant watched me, venom shining in his eye. I almost chuckled at the thought. What the hell did the bastard think he was going to do? As I walked closer, I pulled my hunting knife from the sheath attached to my calf into my hand, studying the leather-wrapped handle and recently sharpened carbide steel blade. My father had given it to me the day I turned ten.

  It wasn’t that our family had ever hunted a single animal in our lives, although my father considered every enemy a wild beast, all deserving of being gutted. He’d merely given me one of the few gifts he’d ever provided as a way of beginning my training. I learned through continuous practice how to use the blade, more than once causing myself significant injury.

  But eventually, I’d been able to wield the weapon with the expertise of a true soldier. In doing so, I’d won the favor of my father for the first time. I treasured the gift as well as the education, the method of kill one I used infrequently, but it seemed appropriate given the savage who’d dared entire our territory.

  I tapped the blade against my palm, moving behind Morales’ soldier before looking at the camera.

  “Morales. The games are finished. This is exactly what will happen to anyone who attempts to fuck with us again.”

  Whoever had coined the phrase ‘it cuts like butter’ had a high caliber hunting knife in mind. After jerking the fucker’s head back once again and placing the blade against his neck, I sliced to the right.

  Then I walked c
loser to Dimitri, staring straight at the screen. “Do. You. Understand?”

  The Russian knew to end the video, giving me a respectful nod.

  Now it was time to see if Morales took the bait.

  Chapter 14

  Genevieve

  “The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.”

  Eleanor Roosevelt

  I sat with my legs curled under me, a book in my hand. I’d finally ventured into the small library, searching for a respite from the hours spent pacing the house out of frustration. The cozy room had a gorgeous wine-hued accent wall and comfy leather chairs in light gray as well as a stunning picture that reminded me of Paris, France. The space seemed out of character for Lucian, the hundreds of books including everything from the classics to Tom Clancy. I couldn’t imagine a man like him ever taking the time to read a book from cover to cover.

  Maybe escaping into a fantasy world allowed him to find whatever dreams helped pull him out of his darkness, although I wasn’t convinced that he wanted to be far removed from his influence and power. However, the passionate moments we’d shared in the wee hours of the morning had continued to confuse me. He was such a complicated man, fighting demons so deeply ingrained that he often appeared strangled by them.

  Not that I would dare tell him that.

  Dreams.

  I’d lived for them. Now that seemed a long time ago. As my father had told me, dreams could easily be crushed. At least he’d been telling me the truth.

  While there had never been anything more than mild disagreements between my parents, the tension had been thick for as long as I could remember. I’d escaped to dreams early on, imaginary friends who helped ease the pain of loneliness. The pretend life had also eased some of the nightmares that had started when I was five, a monster coming to take me away.

  That’s exactly what had occurred, almost like I’d had a premonition.

  Only I no longer thought of Lucian as a monster.