by Piper Stone
“What do you see, Rebel?”
“Nothing. Blackness. A hole ready to suck me in.”
It was a fascinating answer. “I see life, a new beginning.”
“You’re a sick man, Mr. King.” The inflection on my name would have ordinarily pissed me off. With her, I continued to become more intrigued, hunger gnawing at my insides.
“You are probably right.” I polished off the drink, placing my glass on the bar then walking closer. “This sick man can be your lifeline or your demise. While in my hold, you can enjoy pleasure as a reward for your information or you can endure pain for denying me what I need to know. The choice is entirely up to you.”
She closed her eyes, dragging her tongue across her lips. Every move she made was provocative, fueling the beast. Soon, I wouldn’t be able to keep him in his cage.
“My name is Acadia Chenault.”
I took a deep breath, allowing her perfume to enter my system. She was a breath of fresh air in so many ways. “A lovely name. And Angel?”
“I know you don’t believe me, but I went out to dinner with him once. That’s all it took for me to realize how much I couldn’t stand him.”
Every move deliberate, I moved behind her, allowing her the time to reflect on what she’d told me.
And what she hadn’t said.
Then I brushed the tips of two fingers down her spine inch by inch, enjoying the way goosebumps popped, following my trail to continue until she was almost covered in prickles.
Acadia never took her eyes off me. She never blinked, never showed any sign of fear. However, she’d flexed her fingers open, pushing with enough force that her knuckles were white.
I kicked her legs apart before sliding my fingers down the crack of her ass. When I dipped my hand between her thighs, she couldn’t hold back a whimper. The feel of her wet heat against my hand was delicious and when I swirled the tip of a single finger around her clit, my balls tightened to the point of utter agony.
Why this woman had such a profound effect on me was unknown, but I realized I wouldn’t be satisfied until I stripped her of every single defense.
Her breathing even more scattered, she arched her back slightly, although she continued to push hard against the glass. Her bottom remained splattered with rose, the warm blush color invigorating my senses. I’d adored the way she’d done everything to keep from crying out during her spanking. She was truly a strong woman, pretending as if nothing and no one could hurt her.
She was wrong.
She’d walked into the lair of a monster.
“Pleasure or pain. What do you prefer?” I whispered as I indulged in my desires, sliding my fingers up and down her slickened pussy. Just to be able to touch her in such an intimate manner was enough to allow my beast to crawl to the surface. It had been one hell of a long time since I’d been with a woman. To find one as beautiful and beguiling, doing everything she could to ignore all sense of rationality was far too enticing.
I pumped my fingers inside, thrusting with hard, even strokes. She did everything she could to keep from crying out, but just before as her body betrayed her, she was unable to hold back a series of whimpers. She was so wet, so damn hot that I was almost mad with longing. My cock pushed hard against my zipper, the slight pain enough to keep me on edge.
As I shifted my hand, able to flick my thumb back and forth across her clit while plunging inside of her, she undulated her body in rhythm.
“Mmm…” Her moan finally audible, I noticed her eyelids were half closed, a lovely sheen shimmering on her face. “Pleasure.”
At least her admittance was honest, the single word drawing me further into a tight vacuum of need and hunger, every cell in my body electrified. I was shocked at our intense connection, the way her body responded to my touch. As I watched her processing the change, relishing the few minutes of sheer bliss, I had difficulty focusing from the sexual haze.
“And I can give you that as long as you behave.” Within seconds, I could tell she was close to orgasming, her entire body quivering and her breath skipping.
She twisted her mouth, trying to focus on what I was doing, but she was losing the battle. “Please.”
“Very nice. When you’re a good girl, you’re much more likely to get what you ask for. I’ll allow you to come.”
Acadia pursed her lips, swaying back and forth.
“Say it for me, Acadia. Tell me you’re going to be a good girl.”
“Uh-huh.”
The hard crack from my hand was enough to make her jump. “Let’s try that again. Are you going to be obedient?”
“Yes. Sir.” She seemed momentarily confused at my command, the look of hate returning to her eyes.
I resumed stroking her, sliding my other hand to her breast. As I squeezed, she lowered her head, taking gasping breaths. “Better.” My actions became more brutal, thrusting hard and fast as I pinched her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, twisting her tender bud until she let out a cry. The sound floated into the air, giving me a sweet taste of an entirely different kind of music.
Lights pulsed in front of my eyes as my cock continued to throb.
Her chest rising and falling, there was no possibility she could hold back any longer. I continued finger fucking her, issuing a series of growls from the way her muscles clamped around the thick invasion. My God, they were pulling me in deeper. When I curled my fingers, shifting the angle, she almost dropped to her knees.
“Oh. Oh. Oh!” Her wail was cut short as she tried to control her actions, yet whimpers continued to pop past her lovely lips.
“That’s it. Enjoy the ride.”
A single climax quickly shifted into a second, this one coming in a blast of waves. Every inch of my skin was on fire, my heart thudding against my chest. I wasn’t going to be able to hold back my needs for long.
“Yes… I…” When she rested her head against the glass, I could see another rush of crimson sliding up from her neck.
I removed my fingers, sliding my other hand to her neck and forcing her to lift her head. As I dug my fingers into her skin, she trembled in my arms. “I’m not going to hurt you, Acadia, unless you give me a reason. Are you going to force my hand?”
“No… Sir.”
“Good girl.” I slid my soaked fingers back and forth across her lips, pushing them apart. “You’re so wet.”
When I dipped them into her hot mouth, I kept my firm grip, enjoying the closeness.
“Suck them clean, Acadia.”
She opened her eyes wide but obeyed my command, dragging the tip of her tongue along every finger. Now she was clawing the glass, her hot breath steaming the surface. But I could still see the anger in her eyes. She wouldn’t break easily or quickly.
Satisfied with the job she’d done, I unfastened my trousers, freeing my aching cock.
“What… What are you doing?” she actually dared to ask.
“I’m going to fuck you.”
I was in no mood for pleasantries or taking my time, my needs too great. As I pushed the tip to her slickened folds, she stared at me with the same defiance as before. She doubted that I could break her.
She would soon find out just how powerful I was.
As I slipped my cockhead just inside, she tensed, taking several shallow breaths. I kept my grasp around her lovely throat, holding her in place as I thrust the remainder of my cock inside.
There was no moan of acceptance, no sound indicating I’d captured my little dove. She would challenge me no matter the circumstances.
That only made me want her that much more.
I pounded into her, the force pushing her forward. I couldn’t seem to get enough of her glorious wet heat. There was nothing like the way her muscles clenched then released, massaging my shaft as well as driving me further into a state of madness. Guttural sounds popped from my throat as I fucked her long and hard, driving her onto her tiptoes.
She pushed against the glass, doing everything she could to regain some sort
of control. I lowered my head, nipping her earlobe then licking the shell of her ear. “You will never be in control around me, Acadia. Never.”
Her single soft mew was my reward and as the touch of her seared my skin, I refused to let her go, every thrust harder than the one before.
Finally overcome with sensations of her own, she whimpered, her eyes now completely closed. My body tensed, my balls filling with cum. There was nothing more I wanted than to feel the gush as I exploded into her. I was savage, refusing to let go as I plunged like a wild man. I’d never felt such intense electricity, my entire body like a live wire. When I couldn’t hold back any longer, I released my hold on her neck, squeezing her hips. The sound of skin slapping against skin was a powerful aphrodisiac, pulling me into a moment of raw ecstasy.
Unable to hold back any longer, I threw my head back and roared, my entire body shaking violently. As I erupted deep inside of her, she lowered her head as if in resignation.
“Oh. Yes. Fuck,” I hissed, no longer able to feel my legs.
After emptying my load, I took several deep breaths, my mind returning to business. When I pulled away, she remained where she was, barely making any sound. Exhaling, I eased my shaft into my pants, zipping then determining what I would do with her. One thing I knew. She wasn’t telling me the truth, at least to some degree. Perhaps she would need another round of encouragement.
However, that was going to have to wait. I had business to complete.
“You’re going to have tonight to think about what’s more important to you, your loyalty to the Los Pirados or your desire to continue with your career. I have business to attend to but when I return, we will have what might be the last conversation. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
I took a deep breath, my cock already twitching all over again. “One of my men will be outside this door until I return.”
“Why don’t you just stay away.”
Chuckling, I shook my head. I’d given Cobra instructions to have another soldier come to the hotel, anticipating a need for a babysitter while I paid a visit to the Los Pirados camp. While I hated the interruption, it was necessary in order to begin keeping the biker gang in line. “In case you think you’re going to call for help, that’s not going to happen.” I allowed her to watch as I ripped the cord from the phone in the one room, moving quickly into the bedroom portion and bath, snagging the other two as well, shoving them into my pocket.
“Can I take a bath?”
The question seemed odd, catching me off guard. I hesitated before answering, giving her a longing look. “Why?”
“Because I want to wash the stink of you off my body.”
There were so few people who’d pushed me this hard, doing everything to drive me to my breaking point. I liked the girl. She had chutzpa. “Yes, I’ll allow that. Just keep in mind, Acadia, that there is no chance for escape. None. If you try, I assure you that your punishment will be severe and one you won’t like. Am I clear?”
She gave me a military-style salute. “Yes, sir.” As she walked into the bedroom, I was shocked she was able to hold her head high. Damn the woman.
I wanted her.
Not just a taste.
Not just a single fuck.
I made my decision.
She was now my toy, my property.
And there was no one alive capable of taking her away.
I’d been forced to admit to myself that I didn’t know shit about biker gangs. However, Cobra had been very helpful in providing a certain amount of education that could prove to be useful. I knew they were dangerous fuckers. They were also more loyal to each other than most cartel members, but as I’d told Acadia, they all had a price where they’d drop their honor. Everyone had a price.
What I’d called a camp reminded me of a small compound, complete with a club for the members. While nothing fancy, it suited their needs when not working. I’d learned a few of them kept day jobs, but most of the gang’s income had come from running drugs for a better part of ten years. They’d been successful in keeping out of the criminal spotlight, but they’d hungered for more. More turf. More money. More power.
That’s why the arrangement had initially seemed beneficial to both parties. I needed hefty lifters; men who weren’t afraid to get their hands bloody. They couldn’t give a shit less who they were working for, as long as the money flowed. While there had never been any trust, the fact remained that I couldn’t allow them to feel as if they’d won some battle.
I was prepared to do what was necessary, even if it meant a bloodbath. They would be given a single warning and nothing more.
It was going to be an interesting twenty-four hours.
I’d called in reinforcements, soldiers who worked directly out of Texas. They were men the family had trusted for years, not like the lowlife bikers.
However, I kept them in the background, prepared for a battle if necessary.
I’d also called ahead to Pedro Santana, requesting a meeting. At this point, it was doubtful he was even aware his VP was missing.
As I got out of the car, I waited until my Capo Alejandro flanked my side, Cobra and two other soldiers following closely behind. Angel’s demise would be disclosed when I felt the time was appropriate. There were dozens of the members outside, some surrounding a large firepit, drinking as they watched our approach. Others were clearly soldiers, brandishing weapons in their effort to continue staking their claim as well as protecting their prez.
I took my time moving to the clubhouse door, adjusting my jacket before going inside. Within seconds, several of Pedro’s men moved in close, forming a semi-circle. Pedro wasn’t in sight, the man a grandstander, something I loathed.
“He’s expecting me,” I stated to the man who stepped in front of the others.
He looked me up and down, as if the bastard didn’t know who the hell I was. Then he snorted and walked around the others, heading to another room.
I kept a smile on my face as I waited. While my brother would say I was a fool, possibly walking into a trap, I knew better. The assholes wouldn’t do something so brazen, and certainly not on their own property.
I heard the sound of heavy footsteps and as Pedro made his way through the others, I took a deep breath. I knew the man didn’t like me. The feeling was mutual. He was within a few feet before he gave me the nod of respect I deserved.
“You called this meeting,” Pedro said gruffly.
“Yes. First, I have a question. Were you happy with the arrangement as agreed upon?”
He seemed confused by the question, darting his gaze from Cobra to Alejandro then finally back to me. “Yes.”
“That’s good to hear, Pedro, because I was getting worried.”
The entire group seemed to be antsy, Pedro shifting from foot to foot as he glowered at me. We stood the same height and while he might have thirty pounds on me, he was no match for my fighting abilities.
“Is there a point to this meeting? Are you trying to change the terms of the deal?” he asked after a few seconds.
I rubbed my jaw, grinning as I turned toward Alejandro who winked before heading toward the clubhouse door. “You see, I had some very disturbing news delivered to me. That poses a single question in my mind.”
He waited, narrowing his eyes.
“Why the hell would you want to fuck with me?”
If my words bothered him, it was difficult to tell other than the slight glimmer in his eye. But that told me everything I needed to know. He not only knew about the sale to another party. He’d mandated it.
“You come into my clubhouse and ask something disrespectful?” he huffed.
“One that’s necessary, Pedro. And that’s very unfortunate for you as well as the future of our business together.” I waited, studying his reaction. “Selling our product to an alternative buyer wasn’t in your best interest. I’m going to leave you with an example of what happens when the King family is crossed. I suggest you try and learn from your mistak
es.”
“I didn’t do that shit. I’m not an idiot.”
I laughed as I walked closer. “If that’s the truth, then you are a bigger idiot than I thought. So, here’s how we’re going to play this. You get me the man’s name Angel was selling to.”
“What if I can’t?”
“I think you’re going to figure that out all by yourself.”
His chest heaving, he glared at me, snarling like the animal he was. “What the fuck did you do, you bastard?”
“I suggest you watch your tone.” I inched closer, loathing the stench of his sweat as much as the scent of stale beer in the place. “Because I’m a businessman, I will give you one warning. One. There won’t be another. If you choose to attempt to cross me again on any level, I will bring down my full wrath. Is that clear?”
I could tell what was on the tip of his tongue but fortunately for him, he thought better of muttering those words. Maybe a two-bit thug could actually learn something.
Maybe.
“Just to reiterate my point, I have something that belongs to you. I’ve decided to keep her as a prize, a new toy, as a reminder that I set the rules.”
Sputtering, he fisted his hands. “Rebel.”
“Yes. She now belongs to me.”
“Bring her back, you fuck. She belongs to me.”
“That’s where you’re wrong, Pedro. Be advised that I can and will take anything I want that you believe to be yours.”
I motioned to one of my men. Then I gave Pedro one last hard look, lifting my index finger in a repeat of what I’d just said. I walked outside, waiting until two of my soldiers brought Pedro a parting gift.
That alone gave me a huge smile.
But not nearly as much as the one from before.
Time to feast on my prize.
Chapter 4
Vincenzo
Toys.
I’d purchased dozens of them over the years, the kind of inanimate objects that would make the usual man gleeful, enjoying every moment of holding his good fortune over the heads of his friends. However, I wasn’t just any man. I was a King. I snickered at the thought as I pulled the car under the hotel’s awning. The valet could handle storing the rental.
