King's Possession

by Stone, Piper

  “If you don’t mind teaching me.”

  His husky growl forced my legs to tremble. I found it difficult to breathe as he wrapped his arms around me, holding his hands in the air.

  “Place your hands on mine,” I instructed, trying to control my breathing.

  He did as I requested, his touch more controlled than before.

  Together we worked to form a shape, although I found it increasingly difficult to concentrate. The way his fingers remained gentle on mine yet pulsing with every rise and fall of our hands against the wet clay drummed another round of quivers straight into my pussy. I ached inside, the longing for him growing with every passing second. I leaned my head against his shoulder, enjoying the sensations while trying to continue working.

  The pressure of his throbbing cock against my bottom was unimaginable, driving me into a place of heat and moisture. I could barely catch my breath, finding it difficult to focus.

  “If there is anywhere in the world you’d like to go, where would it be?”

  His question caught me so off guard that I almost allowed the clay to fall. “Hawaii.”

  “Beautiful state, so green with the most beautiful tropical plants.” He chuckled, the deep gravelly sound floating into my ears.

  The strangest wave of tension settled between us.

  “Why don’t you try?” I managed to whisper, lifting our combined hands then placing his in control.

  Lucian’s deep sigh was more ragged than normal and as he allowed me to guide him, brushing the tips of his fingers up and down, I felt his heartbeat against my back. Within seconds, neither one of us could take the anticipation or the building friction any longer.

  I tilted my head as he lowered his, able to press my lips against his partially open mouth. He was on fire, his body exuding the kind of roaring flames that should consume both of us. When my foot slipped from the pedal, I wrapped one arm around his neck, pulling him closer, entangling my clay-covered fingers in his hair.

  The slight sound indicating the piece had collapsed became a powerful aphrodisiac, pushing my hunger for him past any limit I could understand. He shifted my body, pressing his hand against my face. The feel of the cold clay against my skin only heightened my arousal.

  Our kiss was ripped with passion, our tongues entwining. Everything about this moment seemed perfect, leaving me breathless and in awe. As he pulled me closer, dominating my tongue, I moaned into the kiss. The taste of him was sweet and tangy, only adding to my heightened arousal.

  When he tugged me off the stool, easing us both down to the canvas, I couldn’t stop shaking. Both of us on our knees, we refused to break the embrace as we fought with each other’s clothing. After yanking his shirt from the tight confines of his jeans, I slid my wet fingers underneath, marveling in the feel of his muscles.

  Growling into the moment of passion, he pushed me away, the look on his face carnal. “I’m going to devour you.” He ripped my shirt over my head, tossing it and immediately cupping my breasts, fighting with the lace of my bra covering my nipples, pinching both until I issued a ragged moan.

  I defied his authority, yanking his polo until he was forced to let go. As he lifted his arms into the air, I took my time sliding the dense material up from his chest, sucking in my breath from the sight of his carved muscles.

  Another growl erupted from his mouth, one of impatience and hunger for control. Purring as loudly as possible, I finally freed him, shoving the shirt aside.

  “Bad girl,” he huffed, the two words barely audible.

  In response, I rubbed the remaining clay down his chest, giving him a heated look.

  He shook his head, making a tsking sound. “You should be careful playing with fire, little girl.”

  “Who said I’m playing?”

  His chuckle was dark and steamy, adding to the incredible desire pounding through both of us, electricity that threatened to rip our bodies apart.

  His actions brutal, he tugged at my skirt, wasting no time yanking it past my hips. As it pooled around my knees, he slipped his hand between my legs, rubbing his fingers against my panties until the material was pushed between my swollen folds. The force he used rocked me back and forth, threatening to toss me over. I gripped his shoulders, digging my fingers into his skin, gasping for air.

  I could no longer feel my legs, my entire body swimming from the eruption of searing heat. Tipping my head, I released a strangled moan, fumbling desperately to unfasten his jeans.

  “Do you want something, my little brat?”

  “Yes. Your cock.”

  Another growl indicated his approval, but his hunger was too significant. He wrapped a finger around the thin elastic of my thong and with a single snap of his wrist, eliminated the hindrance altogether. The man refused to be denied, even for a few minutes.

  Even as I managed to unzip and peel away his jeans, he continued to assert his utter control, wrangling my bra then ripping it away, shredding what was left of any sense of dignity.

  “Goddamn, you’re beautiful.”

  There was something different about the way he made the statement, as if he couldn’t survive without keeping me.

  Touching me.

  Fucking me.

  A thrill coursed through every vein and muscle when I was able to free his hard cock. As his shaft pulsed in my hand, I blinked several times, dragging my tongue across my lips in an exaggerated fashion.

  He shook his head then pulled away, taking his time removing the remainder of his clothes, forcing my anticipation to grow, excitement building to the point of no return. When he stood in all his glory, he stared down at me with a ferocious look on his face. Inhaling, he dragged his fingers through the wet clay before dropping to his knees and very carefully, he rubbed the tips down the side of my neck and in between my breasts.

  I was taken aback, a slight chill colliding with the electric jolts, stars floating in front of my eyes, moans escaping my throat. Goosebumps popped along every inch of skin, blood pumping wildly through my veins.

  After taking his time encircling my bellybutton, he slowly lowered me down onto the canvas, keeping his body aloft as he stared down at me. Angling his head, he rolled his fingers through the clay again, creating zigzags and other figures over my stomach. When he lowered his head, nipping my bottom lip, my body couldn’t stop shaking.

  The slight rub of his lips across mine was so damn seductive, his heated breath cascading across my skin creating another burst of energy.

  As I reached for him, he pushed my hands away, shaking his head as if admonishing my actions. Then he pushed my legs aside, lifting and bending my knees, immediately dropping his head.

  “Oh… Mmm…”

  The first swipe of his tongue was enough my pussy clenched and released several times. With the second I fisted my hands, every part of me aching.

  His growl ragged, animalistic in nature, he dipped his head lower, swirling his tongue around my clit several times.

  I almost lost it, jerking up from the canvas, unable to focus. The sound of my own breathing produced echoes in my ears. I couldn’t believe the dazzling sensations.

  He watched my every reaction like the true predator he was, a smile curling on his lips. When he repeated the move, my legs began to shake uncontrollably. His guttural sounds were enticingly savage and mixed with the sound of the light guitar, the world around me becoming mesmerizing.

  I closed my eyes, falling into the joy of the moment, the feel of his fingers digging into my skin so damn powerful.

  Lucian buried his face into my pussy, sliding a single finger inside my tight channel, teasing me relentlessly as he slipped the tip back and forth across my G-spot.

  “Oh, fuck. Yes. So…” I couldn’t think clearly or even begin to finish a sentence. Everything around me was a huge blur of light and sound, pulsing sensations in tune to my body’s quivers. I was almost immediately shoved into a moment of bliss, trying desperately to keep from coming. Dear God, I wanted this to last.

/>   With every swipe of his tongue, I shifted closer and closer to a raging orgasm.

  He shoved a second then third and fourth finger into me, flexing them open as he thrust like a wild man, his tongue drilling into me.

  Within seconds, I was dragged into a beautiful moment of peace and tranquility, an orgasm sweeping through me like a tidal wave. I could no longer feel my arms or legs, didn’t give a shit about anything else but the incredible moment.

  His hold became more controlling, yanking my legs as far apart as they would go, licking up every drop of my cream.

  Panting, I jerked up several times, beating my hands against the floor, wriggling back and forth as another climax became a cataclysm of fire.

  “Yes. Yes. Yes!” My scream was barely audible, strangled to the point I could tell I’d lost my voice.

  And still, he refused to stop until another wave hit me like a ton of bricks, powering into my system hard and fast.

  When I jerked up, my eyes opening wide, there was no sound left, only the sweet pleasure of release as ecstasy encapsulated every inch of my body. I was aware that I’d fallen back, my head lolled to the side, my breathing even more labored. I also knew this was only the beginning.

  Once again pressing down on both legs until my knees were firmly planted against the floor, he finally rose to his hands and knees. His massive form loomed over me like a beacon of sin, his advance telling me in no uncertain terms that he was prepared to ravage me.

  My grip on reality all but gone, my body unable to move, I blinked several times until I was able to admire every inch of him. As he lowered down until our lips were almost touching, I managed to slide my arms around his neck, clinging to the man that I’d fallen desperately in love with. There was no reason for my adoration or the hunger that refused to leave.

  Yet I knew there would never be another man for me.

  “I’m going to make love to you, Genevieve.”

  His words were so out of character that all I could do was nod, although I knew my approval meant nothing. He would always take what he wanted, pushing me to the extremes.

  And I couldn’t wait to see what the future brought.

  There was no toying moment, no hesitation. He simply impaled my pussy with one thrust of his cock, filling me completely.

  Our combined moans were an acceptance, unbridled need that would never be quenched.

  His body shaking, he remained inside for several seconds then pulled almost all the way out, leaving just the tip inside.

  “No!” My grip on his shoulders tightened, doing everything I could to yank him down, my hunger now off the chain.

  A slight smile crossing his face, he plunged his cock back inside, stretching my muscles. As they clamped and released around the thick invasion, the scent of our desire wafted between us.

  He pumped into me long and hard, the sound of our bodies slamming together even sweeter music. Then he rolled me over, forcing me to straddle him, laughing softly as he continued to maintain his control.

  “Ride me, baby. Ride me hard.”

  I needed no further enticement. I pressed my legs against his, rocking my body forward and backward, pressing my palms against his chest. The feel of being in control, if only for a little while, was dynamic, keeping me on edge. I hung my head, allowing my hair to drape over him, swishing the long strands back and forth.

  “Such a tease,” he murmured as he cupped my breasts, flicking his fingers back and forth across my nipples. The pain was amazing, sending a shower of electricity shooting down my legs. Then he ran his fingers through the clay, swirling the tips around both, the same dark and devious smile remaining on his face.

  The ache was intense, fueling the passion. When he pinched both hardened buds between his thumbs and forefingers, I threw my head back, unable to stop yet another scream from erupting from my throat. I no longer recognized myself as I bucked like a crazed woman, purposely clamping my muscles until I knew I was driving him insane.

  When he rolled me over again, I fought him, trying desperately to keep control.

  He yanked my arms over my head, grasping both wrists with one of his hands. “That’s not going to happen.” He issued another growl, keeping my arms locked down as he continued fucking me, his actions becoming even more brutal.

  I was lost in the moment, barely able to breathe, trying to stay focused as another climax boiled into me, rushing up from my toes.

  “Oh, God. Oh… I can’t…” There was no chance of finishing my statement or asking for permission. As the beautiful rush catapulted over me, I jerked up as much as the tight confines would allow, capturing his mouth and thrusting my tongue inside.

  This felt right.

  This was incredible.

  This was… love.

  His body began to shake, his muscles tensing, and I knew there would be no way he could control his actions. Unable to hold back his orgasm, he erupted, filling me with his seed.

  And for the first time, a bitter sadness almost drowned out the pleasure.

  One day, I’d be faced with his brutal death.

  Then I’d be all alone.

  Chapter 15

  Lucian

  “Be careful who you trust. The devil was once an angel.”

  Unknown

  The act of deception was something I knew well, often thriving in the art itself. I’d reveled in the moments I thwarted either an enemy or law enforcement, using whatever methods necessary.

  Now I felt like our entire empire was the one being deceived. The fact there’d been no attempt at either contact or retaliation from Morales was a clear indication that we’d been right about his plans to move into our territory. It also told me in no uncertain terms that whatever he was planning would be as deceptive as fuck.

  I remained antsy, spending time talking to members of our organization as well as various informants who’d provided the family with insider information for years.

  What I had been made aware of was that the new detective on the force was already making waves, pushing to find evidence from the warehouse fire. There was word on the street he’d been assigned to a task force, working with the DEA on curtailing drug trafficking coming into New Orleans. My guess was that he was also working closely with the senator in his continued efforts to put an end to our world.

  At some point, both men would need to be dealt with.

  For today, Cristiano and I had a meeting with two members of the Azzurri family. If the events of two nights before hadn’t puckered their assholes, I wasn’t certain anything would.

  The meeting at a local park would be far removed from any eyes attempting to gather any dirt on either family.

  I’d made inquiries into the Vitalis and their whereabouts as well as checking on the status of Angelo Rossi. It would seem business in New York was going on as usual, both Ciro and his son actually making the trip to Asia. As if the fuckers were going to succeed. At least they were out of my hair until the situation with Morales could be resolved.

  “Relax, brother,” Cristiano said as we moved away from the SUV. Dimitri and another soldier remained by the vehicle, although there was no anticipation of an issue arising. Still, given the horror show at the Throne Room, neither one of us were able to ignore the possibility of continued violence at any time.

  The two Azzurri brothers were already waiting, all four of us dressed casually, no weapons in view. There was no need to call attention to the meeting.

  Giancarlo was first to hold out his hand, acting as if he was genuinely pleased to see Cristiano.

  “My friend. At some point, we need to meet over better circumstances.” Giancarlo’s laugh was genuine, but there wasn’t a chance I would trust him.

  “I know. The fight often grows weary,” Cristiano admitted as he shook the man’s hand. “Antonio. You look well.”

  Giancarlo’s brother was less polished, a true brute who preferred performing acts of violence versus any other methods of handling business. His desire to marry Angelique
was another thorn in my side.

  As if I would allow my baby sister to marry the goon.

  “I’m doing great,” Antonio answered without attempting to shake hands.

  I chuckled under my breath. “I suggest we get this over with. I don’t trust the new detective.”

  “Yes,” Giancarlo agreed. “He’s already becoming an issue. We’ll be happy to handle the situation if necessary.”

  “Let’s keep the bloodshed to a minimum,” Cristiano suggested. “Both our organizations have far too many people eager to bring us down. With the bullshit that occurred the other night, all eyes are on our activities. Diplomacy will continue to come in handy.”

  Antonio snorted, smacking his fist against his palm. “The time for diplomacy is over if you ask me.”

  Giancarlo shot him a look then shook his head. “While I agree with my brother to a degree, I understand that we must be careful, especially with a shark like Morales attempting to muscle in.”

  “So you now believe both our territories are being threatened,” I stated, doing my best to keep the discord out of my tone.

  “It’s not about our disbelief, Lucian. Neither one of our families want a war when we’ve been at peace for this length of time.” Giancarlo gave me a single nod.

  “I think it’s safe to assume that some kind of battle can’t be avoided. Not if we want to keep our holds on the Caribbean as well as portions of South America. From information we’ve received, Morales is expanding his army, eliminating any dissenters.” Cristiano adjusted his sunglasses as he scanned the park.

  “That also includes several villages of innocent women and children,” I added.

  Giancarlo rubbed his jaw. “Unfortunate but often necessary. We’ve already added manpower to our reserves as well as to the docks. With the number of boats the asshole owns, if he’s planning an invasion, he’ll start bringing soldiers in immediately, remaining under the Coast Guard’s radar.”

  “Exactly my point which is why I suggest we form a more structured alliance,” Cristiano said almost casually.

  Antonio sucked in his breath, folding his arms in an attempt to make certain his brother knew he loathed the idea.