Ruthless Sinner (Ashby Crime Family Romance Book 8)

by KB Winters

  “And that’s your second problem.” I took a step forward and turned on my back foot as I pulled the gun from my back holster, pressing the barrel right between his eyes.

  “Don’t tell a man what you plan to do. That shit’s only in movies.” Then without hesitation, I pulled the trigger, and the still warm blood splattered on my face a moment before his body collapsed to the floor.

  “Oh shit, what the fuck! What the fuck, man?” Rizz trembled with fear and disbelief.

  Butch took a step forward, and Virgil made his presence known. “Take another step and join your friend in hell.”

  Butch froze mid-step and nodded.

  Cardiff folded his arms and grunted his disapproval. “You’ve made your point.”

  I laughed. “I haven’t even started making my point.” I looked at each of the men still standing and grinned. “Butch is the reason for this. I want you all to remember that. Okay?”

  Rizz nodded first, sending a hard glare at his friend. Cardiff nodded reluctantly, and Butch notched his chin high in defiance. “That bitch is the reason for this.”

  I nodded and turned back to Cardiff. “That makes this easier for all of us, I think.”

  “What?”

  “What happens next, obviously.” I hadn’t fully decided what I would do until this moment. “Dick is dead, so he’s not an option. One of you will get to survive the day, and it won’t be Butch.”

  “Now wait just a goddamn minute,” Butch protested but didn’t dare move with Virgil right behind him, big, imposing, and deadly.

  “I need one of you,” I began and aimed my gun at Cardiff and then Rizz, “to go to the police and tell them you shot my mother. With a half-decent lawyer, you’ll get charged with aggravated assault, do a few years and live out the rest of your years in peace.”

  It was a generous offer, I thought.

  “Fuck that,” Cardiff snorted. “Butch can do it; he’s the reason we’re here.”

  I shook my head and smacked my lips, and took a step toward him, tapping his temple with my gun.

  “You don’t listen too fucking well, do you? Butch is as good as dead already.”

  I nodded to Virgil, and he reached behind him to the old school stereo and turned the music back up. When he was done, he pressed his gun to the back of Butch’s head and pulled the trigger.

  “Oh shit, man!” Rizz was in the middle of a full-blown freak-out.

  I kept my attention on Cardiff, even though I already knew how this would play out. “Well?”

  He shrugged as if none of this mattered to him, as if seeing two of his men killed didn’t matter to him. “Mitchum is the one who beat your whore up. Kill him and get the fuck outta my house.”

  “Ah, but you see, Mitchum is not an option either. He’s already dead.”

  “I’ll do it,” Rizz shouted. “I’ll fucking do it. You want me to go to the cops and say I shot your mama, right? You ain’t gonna kill me after?”

  I shook my head. “No. Consider this a favor for letting you live.”

  Rizz nodded, hands shaking and eyes full of fear. “Okay, I’ll do it. Today.”

  Satisfied with the answer, I nodded. “You have until five o’clock, or I’ll find you and everyone you give a fuck about and put a bullet in them. Got it?”

  “Yeah, man, I got it. Crystal clear.”

  I turned my gaze back to Cardiff. His shoulders sank in relief. “You should have stepped up sooner.”

  He smiled. “You got what you came for.”

  “Not quite,” I told him and pulled the trigger. More warm blood sprayed across my face, and I turned to Virgil. “Now I got what I came for.

  “Five o’clock, Rizz.”

  Virgil came to my side, and we walked out of the small house and into the desert sunshine.

  “Your face is covered in blood. That’s the kind of shit people remember.”

  We slipped into the dark green sedan waiting across the street, and Virgil started the engine. “Wipes are in the glove department.”

  I wiped my face clean and smiled. “I love it when I get to cross shit off my never-ending to-do list.

  Virgil grunted and shook his head. “And I’m the crazy one?”

  I laughed, feeling amped up. Invigorated. I felt good, and I wanted, maybe I needed to hang on to that feeling for a while longer. And there was just one person I wanted to see, wanted to feel good with.

  After a hot shower to make sure all the blood and gunshot residue was gone, I stepped back into the living room in my part of the house and stared at Mo. She was curled into a ball while she napped on the sofa. She looked peaceful. Relaxed. Usually, her guard was up, her protective barriers firmly in place, a smart-ass remark perched on the tip of her lush lips.

  But here she looked like a real sexy woman, all curves and femininity. All softness. I didn’t know which side I liked more, but right now I just wanted her, and asshole that I am, I slammed the bedroom door hard enough to wake her.

  Her eyes flicked open and she sat up quickly, chest heaving as she looked around the room before her gaze finally settled on me.

  “What the fuck, Jasper? Is everything all right?” With a hand to her chest, her skirt falling about her, Mo leaned back against the sofa and took in the sight of me, in nothing but a towel.

  Heat flared in her eyes along with the hate and the anger, and yeah, a little bit of hurt too. But the heat was what I focused on as her eyes slid from my pecs to my abs and down to my cock, already hard and twitching to get close to her.

  “Everything is fine, Mo. Could be better, though.”

  “Does that mean I can go home now?”

  I took a step forward and shook my head. “Why would you want to go home?”

  “Because it’s my home,” she said on a sigh as she crossed her legs.

  “I’ll let you know when you can go home, Maureen.” I closed the gap between us and dropped down to my knees, hands on her thighs, our gazes locked together. “Right now, we have some unfinished business.”

  “Right.” The word came out on a shaky, breathless voice. “You want to fuck me.”

  I nodded. “As much as you want to fuck me.” She could deny it all she wanted, but Mo wasn’t a liar. She was a lot of things—a whore, a flirt, a smartass, a good waitress, and a damn good fuck—but not a liar.

  “Says who?”

  “Me,” I growled and pushed her dress up high and spread her thighs wide. She wore a scrap of sheer pink over her pussy that was easy enough to rip off her body. I inhaled deeply, the scent of her telling me all I needed to know. At her defiant scowl, I slid a finger deep inside her pussy and crooked it until she moaned.

  “Ah,” she breathed and let her head fall back.

  “Wet just at the sight of me,” I told her with a laugh.

  “I guess I’m a sucker for a hot body,” she shot back and spread her legs a little wider. “What do you plan to do about it, Jasper?”

  “I plan to fuck you,” I told her as I leaned in and flicked my tongue over her clit. “First with my mouth, then my fingers.” Her pussy clenched around my finger, so I added another. “Then my cock.”

  “Jasper,” she moaned and wrapped her fingers in my hair, gripping me right where she wanted me. “Shut up and lick.”

  I would make her pay for that comment. Later. For now, I gave Mo exactly what she wanted. Hell, it was more like what she needed. Give her pussy a nice long lick, and she was putty in my hands. Two fingers buried in her cunt, I licked her slowly, watching every emotion as it crossed her face.

  Mo never took her eyes off me. She gripped my hair, swirled her hips fucked my mouth as I licked and sucked her cunt. Only when her orgasm was ready to burst free did she close her eyes and tighten her grip on me.

  “Oh fuck. Yes. Jasper.” Her legs trembled even after the orgasm left her body, and she let out a satisfied sigh.

  “So good.”

  “You do love a good cunt lick.”

  She laughed. “And you lick a mean cun
t, Jasper.”

  Her gaze turned serious and she shoved my chest with her foot. “But you didn’t come up here just to give me an orgasm.”

  She stood and slowly unbuttoned the white dress that seemed far too innocent for a woman like Mo and let it fall to the floor before she stepped away from the pile.

  “No,” I swallowed at the sight of her pale skin, big tits, and pale pink nipples. “I didn’t.”

  I couldn’t decipher her smile and didn’t let myself think about it too long. “I know. You want to fuck.”

  “So do you,” I shot back and pushed myself off the floor and sat on the sofa.

  Mo smiled again and shrugged. “It’s what I do. It’s what I’m good at.” Her words were flat as she turned back to the sofa and removed my towel. She settled on top of me, straddling my hips as she dragged her pussy up and down the length of my cock.

  My hands went to her hips, gripping them tight to speed up the drag of her wetness against my cock. “Mo.”

  She said nothing as her gaze settled on mine for only a moment before her lips were on mine. The kiss was rough and intense, frantic and raw as if she couldn’t get enough of me. Mo growled and ground harder against me, coating my cock with her juices.

  She reached behind her to grip my cock, giving it several hard tugs before she lowered herself slowly, gripping every inch of me until my cock was buried so deep that I groaned.

  “Ah, fuck, Mo. Yes.”

  She tore her mouth from mine and stared at me as she took her pleasure, fucking my cock hard, tits bouncing in my face. “Ah,” she growled and moved even faster. She moved like a woman possessed, fucking my dick hard and fast, with no regard for my pleasure.

  “Mo.” I grasped her hips to slow her down, but she only moved faster and put a hand to my throat. Her gaze seared through me, serious and filled with pain as she slammed down on my cock again and again and again. It was almost as if she wasn’t seeing me like she was fucking something out of herself, and I didn’t like it.

  “Goddammit, Mo,” I grunted and pushed to the edge of the couch to stand.

  My legs moved slowly as I walked her to the bedroom. All the while, her hips swirled, and she continued to take her pleasure from my cock, only stopping when I tossed her on the bed.

  “Don’t fucking take your eyes off me,” I growled and settled between her legs. “Look at me, Mo.”

  “I see you,” she growled and wrapped her legs around my waist. “You are all I fucking see,” she growled and sank her teeth into my shoulder and wrapped her legs around my waist.

  “Good.” While I was fucking her, I should be the only thing she saw. Climbing on my oversized king bed, my hips spread her thighs while I stroked my cock and stared at her. Pale skin tinged pink from exertion, perfect tits, and a slightly rounded belly. It was a beautiful fucking sight, and I pushed the tip of my cock against her cunt, rubbing it up and down against her clit.

  “Fuck,” she grunted and rolled her hips. “Fuck. Yes.” Her eyes slid closed, and I stopped moving.

  “Mo.” Her eyes opened again, and I smiled. “That’s better.”

  In response, Mo dug her heels into the top of my ass and pressed hard, trying to fuck me the way she wanted to be fucked. I gripped her hips to hold her in place, and I gave her what she needed, what I knew she needed. A good hard fuck. My cock was painfully swollen as I pumped into her, harder and faster, sweat dripped down my body as I chased my own fucking demons.

  Mo’s turquoise blue eyes stared at me, maybe through me, intense as fuck, which kept me trapped in her gaze as my dick sank deep and pulled out while she clenched around me and flooded my cock until my balls were soaked.

  “Jas,” she moaned so quietly I wasn’t sure I actually heard her.

  Her body jerked, and her cunt clamped down hard around me, yanking my orgasm from my body just as hers erupted.

  “Fuck, Mo.” Her pussy was so tight as it sucked my cock, I couldn’t stop moving, pumping so her body ate my whole cock until I trembled and growled out my pleasure.

  She came and came, pleasure and honey dripping between us until Mo was completely, beautifully spent. Her body went slack even as her chest heaved, tits jiggling slightly under the effort, and goddammit, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t look away.

  She was fucking beautiful. How had I never noticed before?

  It didn’t matter. I didn’t have time for whatever the fuck this was. Feelings and me, we didn’t spend time in the same fucking room. Not ever. Not now.

  I rolled off Mo and stalked to the shower.

  I had shit to do.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Mo

  I woke up after that purge fuck with Jasper feeling deliciously sore in all the right places. My thighs ached from the harsh twitch of my orgasm, my swollen belly hurt under the baby, and my pussy was beautifully used. Well used as it always was after a fuck session with Jasper. It was the first time in months I’d woken up with a smile on my face, despite the low-level morning sickness that kept me lying on my back.

  I felt good. Oddly good, considering I was only waking up in Jasper’s bed because he wanted to protect me. Or he didn’t trust me, I didn’t know which.

  Despite that, everything would be fine. I didn’t survive the hell of my childhood or life on the fucking street, making my way across the country, learning how to thrive in the sex industry for it all to go to shit now.

  I sat up slowly and gave myself a mental pep talk as my hand landed on the empty—and cold—side of the bed. I didn’t hold out hope that Jasper would suddenly realize that he loved me back. Even though that was what my heart wanted. To Jasper, we were nothing more than two ships frequently passing in the night for a hard fuck and a couple of orgasms. Two people who worked together. Boss and employee.

  It was just too fucking bad that I was crazy in love with him. That was my problem, not his, and it was one I could deal with. Loving a man like Jasper wasn’t the worst thing I’d ever done. It would probably make me sad and bitter, but I’d still end up standing. I’d work and take care of my baby and be the best goddamn mother the world had ever seen.

  Yeah, that’s a good plan.

  I could admit to myself that I wanted Jasper for more than an incredible fuck. I wanted him for everything. Love and sex, domestic shit, and exciting gangster stuff. He was a formidable man. Tall, dark, handsome. And a whole lot of great sex.

  But I wasn’t holding out hope, except when Jasper has proof the baby is his, he’d made it clear he’ll step up with financial support. Wasn’t that what he meant by me being tied to him forever? It would just be me and the baby, living a big rich life without Jasper.

  Single motherhood wouldn’t be so bad, not with this huge penthouse. Maybe I’d even get a housekeeper and a cook. And a nanny and the sexiest MILF wardrobe money could buy. That cold hard cash was the only comfort the baby and I would get from Jasper, but holy fuck would it keep us warm at night.

  That thought lifted me up off the bed and into the bathroom, where I stepped into a hot shower to wash off the deliciously masculine scent of Jasper mixed with my own scent of sex. As his scent faded, I grew more resigned to my fate as an obscenely wealthy single mom because I knew Jasper and Sadie wouldn’t let me go without.

  Hell, we’d be rolling in it. Me and this growing baby. I wondered if it was a boy or a girl.

  I cranked the shower until steam filled the whole damn room. I always wanted to be rich, and I had plenty of money, lived in the lap of luxury, but this would be different. It would be a level of wealth that I had never known. It was exciting to think about, except when I thought about how it was a poor replacement for having Jasper in my bed, at the breakfast and dinner table. For me being the one to clean his wounds.

  “Dammit.” I shook off all thoughts of Jasper once again and focused on the hot water as it hit my skin, every drop like a sharp reminder of who I was. The woman carrying the baby of the biggest gangster on the west coast.

  A hand on my sho
ulder startled me. Jasper. His lips landed on that spot between my shoulder and neck, sending shivers down my spine. Liquid heat pooled between my thighs as Jasper’s lips dotted a trail of fire around the back of my neck and down my spine. His hands gripped the globes of my ass and spread them apart. He knew what I liked. Then, his tongue slipped between my cheeks and swirled around my asshole until I trembled.

  His thumb replaced his tongue a heartbeat before his tongue dove into my pussy, fucking me from behind, keeping one hand on my lower back, so I arched perfectly like I was served up on a platter just for him. Jasper fucked my pussy and my ass in slow, deliberate motions, pushing my pleasure closer and closer to the surface without letting me breach it.

  My hands were flat on the shower wall, the hot spray pouring over me and down over him. My thighs tightened , and Jasper jerked away, stood and pushed me against the wall away from the water, the cool wall hardening my nipples to painful peaks. His big, hard body pressed against every inch of mine as his cock slowly invaded my pussy until he was buried deep.

  So fucking deep.

  “Mo.” My name. It was the only word he said, and it came out in a deep, guttural growl that shook me to my core. His big hands, strong hands, grabbed my tits, squeezing them as he pumped in and out of me, my cunt growing slicker with every thrust.

  It was a slow and sensual encounter that fucked with my head because it felt like something lovers did, people who were in love, not people who just found pleasure in each other.

  He touched me like I was precious. Like I mattered, and that feeling didn’t go away so easily. His lips tenderly kissed my skin while his cock speared into me. Jasper sank his teeth into my shoulder as his thumbs grazed my nipples. It was too many sensations all at once. Love. Hate. Anger. Hope. Anticipation. Arousal.

  Especially arousal.

  Quicker than I would have liked, an explosion rocketed through me, making my whole body tremble. Moments later, Jasper growled as his pleasure caught up to him, hot spurts of liquid heating me from the inside out.

  My body relaxed as the last aftershocks rose to the surface, yanking out the last of his orgasm. With a small, tender kiss to the back of my neck, Jasper left as quickly and as silently as he entered.