Savage Kings MC Box Set 2

by Lane Hart

  “And so this bride and groom present themselves to be married today,” the minister starts. “Marriage is a promise between two people who honor one another as individuals in that togetherness, and who wish to spend the rest of their lives together. It enables the two separate bodies and souls to become one, to share their desires, longings, dreams, and memories, their joys and sorrows, and to help each other through all uncertainties of life. A strong marriage also nurtures each of you as separate individuals and allows you to maintain your unique identity and grow in your own way through the years ahead. It is a safe haven for each of you to become your best self while together you become better than you ever could be alone.”

  It all sounds so romantic and yet nothing like it fits the circumstances today. If the minister wrote a truly accurate speech for us, he would say, “This bride and groom present themselves today to be married because the bride had no other choice and the groom wants…who the hell knows what from her other than sex.”

  I shake those thoughts out of my head and try my best to pretend that I know and care for the man who is holding my hand tightly while the loquacious minister continues his spiel.

  “You are adding to your life not only the affection of each other, but also the companionship and blessing of a deep trust. To make this relationship work, though, it takes more than love.”

  Whew! That’s a relief because there is no love.

  “It takes trust, to know in your hearts that you want only the best for each other. It takes dedication, to stay open to one another, to learn and grow, even when it is difficult to do so. And it takes faith, to go forward together without knowing what the future holds for you both.”

  Now that part I can definitely agree with wholeheartedly. I have no clue what’s in store for me tonight, since I agreed to let him inside me, or tomorrow morning when I wake up with a man I don’t know but who is my husband.

  “Kira, please repeat after me,” the minister says. “I, Kira, take you Miles to be my husband.”

  Oh, shit, I’m supposed to speak now?

  I repeat back the words, hoping I don’t leave any out. The minister goes on, so I must be in the clear.

  “I will share my life with you, build our dreams together, support you through times of trouble and rejoice with you in times of happiness,” I echo before the final part. “I promise to give you respect, love and loyalty through all the trials and triumphs of our lives together.”

  “Wonderful,” the minister says. “Now, Miles, repeat after me, I, Miles, take you Kira to be my wife.”

  I look up at Miles’ serious and stern face as he struggles to remember all the words he’s supposed to say to me, wondering what he’s thinking about. Am I what he expected, or is he disappointed? He didn’t cancel the wedding, so he must find me acceptable for half a million.

  After we exchange white gold wedding bands provided by Cooper, then say “I do”, I find out exactly what was on his mind.

  The minister tells Miles he can now kiss his bride. Our deal has been made. It’s done and over. My new husband leans forward to place his lips over my ear, and I almost gasp just from the unexpected placement of his kiss since it wasn’t on my lips. But then he whispers to me, “You’re so fucking sexy and now you’re mine. I can’t wait to ravage you tonight,” stealing all the air from my lungs.

  Chapter Nine

  Miles

  “I’ll give you a minute to say goodbye to your folks,” I tell Kira, now my wife, before I finally let her hand go and walk out of the church.

  Even when I can no longer see her, there’s this new, heavy weight on my finger where a wedding band now resides, like a constant physical reminder of the beautiful woman I’m tied to. I’ve never been a fan of jewelry before now, but I think I can get used to this one that gleams noticeably in the sunlight, knowing my wife has a matching ring that warns other men that she’s taken. That she’s mine.

  I’m a lucky bastard. Seeing her in person makes it easier than ever to pay up on my end of our deal. Ninety-nine percent of all my doubts about doing this have been erased.

  A quick and easy call to the bank manager whose number I had on speed dial and the cash I deposited is being instantly wired to the account Kira listed on our agreement.

  “Holy shit. You actually did it,” Cooper says when he joins me outside. “No one is ever going to believe it…”

  “You can’t tell anyone,” I spin around on the heels of my boots to remind him as I put away my phone in my cut.

  “But you’re married,” he says with his brow furrowed. “I thought you were only keeping the pre-marriage details a secret.”

  “When I want other people to know, I’ll fucking tell them,” I explain.

  Who knows how long Kira will actually stick around? Saying she’s committing to at least a year is one thing, and actually doing it is another.

  “Fine. Whatever, man,” Coop says, holding up his palms in front of him. “I need to get back to Avalon before the night crowd starts rolling in. You good here?” he asks.

  “Yeah, I’m good,” I agree just as Kira and her parents come down the steps of the chapel. They both give her a hug and share a concerned look in my direction before getting in their car and driving away. Cooper is on his bike leaving right behind them.

  Then it’s just me and my wife standing in the sandy parking lot. She comes over to me but stops about ten feet away.

  “That your ride?” I ask, nodding to the white Honda as I slip my sunglasses on over my eyes.

  “Yeah.”

  “You gonna follow me to the house, or are you gonna make a run for it?”

  “Leave before I sleep with you to get at least half the cash? Absolutely not,” she says with a slight smile curving the corners of her full lips even though I can hear the tremor in her voice.

  “Right,” I reply. “Then let’s get you out of that dress.”

  Her cheeks instantly flame a bright shade of red after my comment.

  “You’re not a virgin, are you?” I ask.

  “No,” she huffs as if she’s insulted by the question.

  “Good, I won’t have to go easy on you,” I reply. “Not that I could even if I wanted to.”

  Her sexy painted red lips part, but before she can change her mind about running, I tell her, “Let’s go. I can at least drive slow this time so you can keep up.”

  “Ah, thanks,” she says. She goes over and sits down in the front driver seat of her car. It takes her a few minutes to get all of her dress inside before the door shuts.

  And I make a mental note to hide her car keys as soon we get to the house. No reason to make leaving easy for her.

  Kira

  “The place still needs a little work, but I got it for a steal,” Miles says when he goes to unlock the door to the yellow house sitting on stilts. “The sound is just a block that way,” he says, gesturing with his thumb over his shoulder. “And the ocean is four blocks on the other side.”

  “That’s…nice,” I say since my stomach is in knots. How can he talk to me so…casually when I’m a mess because of what we’re about to do?

  “I need to do some painting on the inside and out,” he goes on to say when he pushes the door open and motions with his hand for me to go in first. Inside there are shiny, new, cherry wood floors with a black leather sofa and loveseat, a small square four-person dining table beside the kitchen that has all new stainless-steel appliances. Other than the furniture, the place is empty. There are no photographs on the wall or decorations of any kind. Not that Miles looks like the type of man to have decorations…

  “I should, ah, I should probably bring my things up and unpack,” I say to try and delay the inevitable a little longer.

  “I’ll get it all in for you,” Miles replies. “After.”

  No further explanation is needed for the ‘after’ that he’s referring to. From behind me, he reaches and takes the keyring from my hand.

  The jingling sound disappears, like he tucked
them into his pocket, then his hands come down on both of my shoulders. He tugs the sleeves of my dress down them even further until my breasts are nearly uncovered. “There’s only one bed, so it shouldn’t be hard to find,” he informs me as his hands clasp my shoulders to guide me forward, down the short hall.

  “You-you want to…right-right now?” I stammer.

  “Oh yeah,” he agrees, steering me into the bedroom with only a dresser and a big king size bed taking up the center of the floor. A solid black comforter removes any ideas of softness from the scene.

  Spinning me around so that I’m facing him just inches away, Miles wets his lips with his tongue and then runs one fingertip along the top of my dress, dipping it into my cleavage.

  “You’re going to leave this on when I fuck you,” he tells me. “That way I can pretend you’re a Russian princess I kidnapped to ravage over and over again as many times as I want.”

  “Oh,” I reply, relieved that at least I won’t be naked as I prepare myself to pay up my part of our agreement.

  “Lie down,” he orders, taking a step back to reach down and undo the big skull king belt buckle on his jeans.

  As I climb up on the bed, I try to remind myself of the previous times I’ve had sex and how quickly it’s usually over. What’s the longest any guy has been inside of me? Four or five minutes at most? All I have to do is lie down in my dress and a few thrusts later it will be done, and my parents will have two-hundred and fifty thousand dollars that can never be taken back.

  I’m almost to the middle of the bed when his big hand wraps around my ankle and yanks me back toward the foot of the bed so hard that a yelp of surprise climbs up my throat.

  “Wh-what are you doing?” I ask when I realize Miles is kneeling at the foot of his bed. He lifts my skirt and then his head disappears underneath it. His intention becomes obvious when his hot breath lands on the crotch of my panties before he reaches for the sides of the waistband and starts tugging them down my thighs.

  “Shouldn’t we…shouldn’t we go slower? Get to know each other?” I ask.

  His head pops up, carefully freeing my panties from my ankles, over my shoes that he doesn’t seem to plan on removing.

  “Right now, I want to get to know your pussy,” Miles says before the blunt tip of one of his thick fingers I can’t see slices through my lower lips, making me gasp. “But I can go slow with that.”

  Without giving me a chance to recover from his sensual touch, his head disappears back under the white lace of my dress, and then his hot, wet tongue leisurely follows the same path as his finger.

  “Oh, my god!” I exclaim. The sensation causes my back to hit the mattress so hard I bounce. An unexpected rush of heat spreads through every inch of my body. The man hasn’t even kissed my lips and now his mouth is…down there!

  It’s like a slow, gently rolling French kiss with his tongue delving a little deeper into my depths with each thrust. My back arches as I squirm, unable to figure out if I want to move away from his mouth or closer.

  A wave of guilt and shame washes over me when I start enjoying what he’s doing to me, but I quickly push it aside, reminding myself of the ring on my finger. I’m married to this man. I’m free to enjoy his tongue and the way it makes me feel even if I don’t know him.

  Yet, several long minutes later, my fists are both balled up in the comforter on either side of me and I’m still too tense to let go.

  “You can, ah, stop. You don’t have to…” I try to tell him as I stare up at his bedroom ceiling.

  Miles bunches up the skirt of my dress until it’s up to my hips, then raises his face to look at me. “I’m gonna lick your pussy until you come, princess,” he says before his tongue goes back to work, making me moan and writhe when he flicks the tip of his tongue on my clit. God, it feels good. So good that I start to give into the wonderful sensation a little more.

  “Faster,” I whisper, because while slow is nice, he’s finally hitting the perfect spot. “Ugh! Oh yeah, right there!” I shout when he complies, and my thighs start to shake. I’ve never, ever felt anything like this before, and I’m certain I’m about to reach the height of pleasure when I’m suddenly flipped to my stomach.

  “What…” I start to ask when Miles slams every inch of his cock inside of me with one thrust, making my question turn into a scream.

  “Holy fucking shit,” he groans from above me as his chest lowers to my back, his much larger body pinning me underneath him.

  His cock is big, so long and thick that it hurts at first as he pumps in and out of me while roughly gripping a fistful of the back of my hair. But then my body finally starts to relax and stretch to accommodate the invasion. My inner walls clench around his girth each time he enters me, trying to keep him deep inside me, enjoying that full feeling even though there’s so much of him I can’t even take a breath.

  Miles’ hips pump faster and faster as he grunts and curses above me with each one.

  All it would take is the brush of my fingers on my clit and I would come, but when I try to reach underneath my body, Miles lets go of my hair and wrenches both of my arms behind my back, holding them down on my lower back.

  “Not yet, princess. You’ll come when I fucking say so and not before,” he informs me before he pulls his cock completely free, making me whimper at the loss.

  I don’t get a chance to voice my complaint because Miles’ tongue takes over, lapping at my clit again while he continues restraining my arms.

  “Yesss,” I gasp with my cheek pressed to the bed sheets. “Please don’t…stop. Please Miles…please…Ugh!” I exclaim the last word in frustration when his mouth disappears yet again.

  This time when he fills me, I’m a more active participant, slamming myself back onto his hard cock, chasing the release that’s been so close three times now. I feel…out of control. Desperate.

  “Touch me!” I plead with him.

  Letting my arms go, Miles pulls me up by my hair until I’m on my knees, my back against his chest. His big tattooed left arm finally comes around and dives under my dress to cup me between my legs possessively. The sight of his dark, scary tattoos on the white lace looks wrong but oh so hot, touching me in such a naughty way. He still doesn’t apply the pressure I need on my clit. I try to grind down on his palm but can’t get the right angle which is so frustrating!

  “You want to come?” Miles asks against my ear.

  “Yes!” I sob.

  His teeth nip roughly at my lobe while he continues to fill my pussy, dominating every inch of my entire body inside and out. I’m locked in his grip and couldn’t move even if I wanted to.

  “Not yet,” he says, denying my pleasure and nearly making me weep because I’m so close.

  “Please…it hurts,” I tell him as the liquid warmth continues to build in my core. It feels like I’m going to burst if I don’t get some relief and soon.

  “I hurt too, princess,” Miles growls, wrapping his other hand around my throat and then sliding it lower to jerk the top of my dress down. Freeing my breast, he palms it and gives it a squeeze that is almost painful, yet still nearly hurtles me over the edge of ecstasy. “My balls ache with the need to unload inside of your tight little cunt,” he says.

  “Do it,” I moan while I reach down to cover his hand between my legs with my own to try and press it tighter against my flesh. “Do it…now!”

  “Promise me, Kira,” he says, and then he pulls his cock free, leaving the hard appendage pressing lewdly between the crease of my bottom while his bearded mouth sucks deeply on the side of my neck, no doubt leaving beard rash and hickeys.

  “Anything,” I say. I mean it, I would give the man anything he wants to make him move inside of me right this moment.

  “Promise you won’t leave me,” he says between placing gentler kisses on my neck.

  “I-I won’t,” I agree as some of the lust haze clears because of my confusion. I thought that was what I promised when I married him. In fact, I was expecting
him to shoot for the stars and ask for a lifetime of blowjobs.

  “I’m the only one who gets to fuck you now,” Miles says as he lowers my upper body back down to the mattress, flattening me with his weight. He buries his cock inside me fully while his hand still squeezes my breast. “Say it!” he growls with a deeper shove inside of me.

  “Only…only you,” I whisper between gasps thanks to his palm starting to rub my pussy in such an amazing way that he has my eyes rolling back in my head.

  “Oh fuck, here it comes!” he shouts. His cock swelling inside of me and his fingers circling my needy clit finally sends me over the edge.

  “Yes! Yes! Yessss!” I scream as the pleasure explodes from every pore and my body trembles in wave after wave of ecstasy. My orgasm seems to go on and on forever, or maybe there are several thanks to the fingers still playing with my pussy, wringing every single drop of bliss from me.

  When the shivers finally do stop and my head starts to clear, I realize Miles is still on top of my back, breathing heavy. Our sweaty bodies are pressed together with his cock lodged deep inside of me. His damp lips press kisses to my shoulder where my dress has come down while his hand between my legs seems content to keep stroking my pussy like it’s his new favorite pet.

  Sex has never felt anything like that before. Now I understand the concept of “mind-blowing” because I feel…different afterward, and my head is still fuzzy from the overload of sensations.

  “Mmm-mmm,” Miles groans, the deep vibrations echoing through my back as he occasionally swivels his hips. “Incredible, princess.”

  “Mm,” I agree.

  “Hottest little pussy I’ve ever been in,” he grunts. “You’re dripping wet and burning me up so good I don’t ever want to leave.”

  His comment should be a comforting thought, yet it has the opposite effect since it happens at the same time sticky liquid seeps out of me, coating my inner thighs, making an enormous damp spot on the comforter. God, it’s embarrassing how wet I am for this man I don’t even know.