Kings of Anarchy

by Caroline Peckham

  I wasn't entirely sure if she wanted me flirting with her or not after everything that had happened, but it was pretty fucking hard to stop and the way she was responding said she wasn’t complaining.

  Tatum licked her lips as she looked at me and I felt that move all the way down to my cock.

  "Sometimes I think you're all talk, big man," she teased.

  I was on her before she knew what was happening, flipping her around and snaring her wrists at the base of her spine before forcing her face down over the back of one of the huge leather armchairs beside the fire. She gasped in alarm as I transferred my grip on her wrists so that I was securing them with one hand before bending down and sinking my teeth into the perfect roundness of her ass through the tight leather covering it.

  Tatum cried out, a moan of excitement laced with pain that had my dick aching as I straightened again and clapped my hand down on her ass right where my teeth had just been, making her moan again.

  "Don't doubt me, baby. If you want to find out exactly what kind of animal I am then I promise you the ride of your life. But I'm warning you, I don't do anything by halves, so make sure you want it before you ask for it." I stepped forward and ground my hard dick against her ass, half considering pulling those pants of hers down and making my point more thoroughly.

  "And what if I do ask for it?" Tatum panted. "What if I want to ask you to spend tonight ruining me and making me forget all the reasons I have to cry?"

  "I can definitely promise you that much," I growled, dropping my hold on her hands and flipping her around again as I lifted her to sit on the back of the armchair.

  I leaned in to capture those full lips with mine, drowning in the feeling of them as she moaned into my mouth, her legs coiling around my waist and that blazing heat burning hot between us with a desperate kind of need for relief. It had been too fucking long in the making and I was so over waiting to have her in every way I’d been fantasising about.

  "And there was me thinking you'd try and renege on our deal," Liam's voice came from behind me.

  I fell still, drawing back and breaking our kiss as the sound of my Grandpa's voice sent a chill down my spine.

  "I'm a man of my word," I growled as I adjusted my dick in my pants before I turned to face him. I lifted Tatum from her perch and tucked her close to my side as I set her on her feet again.

  Liam O'Brien was a tall man, his eyes sharp and his hair still dark brown despite his late years. He was turned out in an immaculate suit like always and a lit cigarette hung from the corner of his lips. I wasn't sure I'd ever seen him without one.

  "And you brought the girl," Liam said in his lilting Irish accent like that was a surprise even though he'd made it abundantly clear that it wasn't an option.

  "She has a name," Tatum quipped and I smirked even as my Grandpa's gaze narrowed on her.

  "This is Tatum," I added. "Like I know you know. She's my girl, so I won't put up with any shit tossed her way.”

  "I don't know why you're taking that tone with me, lad. I'm ever the gentleman." Liam moved across the room and stubbed his cigarette out before promptly lighting another. He left the pack down on the table before taking his usual armchair by the fire and I moved forward to claim one for myself.

  I lit it up, taking a long drag and turned back to Tatum as I pointed her towards the couch. Instead of doing as I'd said, she reached out and snatched the freshly lit cigarette from my mouth and promptly stubbed it out.

  Liam barked a laugh as I scowled down at her and she only raised her chin in defiance.

  "I'm gonna need a few cigarettes to get through a couple of days in this house, baby," I warned her in a low voice. "You might wanna have one too."

  "No," she said simply, arching a brow at me like she thought I’d just back down to her bullshit.

  I held her eye as I reached for the packet again, took another smoke from it, placed it between my lips and lit up. I sucked deep on the butt and watched the reflected glow of the cherry blazing in her angry blue eyes before plucking it from my lips and blowing the smoke right into her face.

  "Don't go getting the idea that you can tell me what to do just because I'm soft on you, baby," I purred. "I'm not the kind of monster who can be leashed."

  I dropped down into the armchair opposite my Grandpa and tugged her down to sit in my lap while she amped herself up to say something else. I clamped my hand down on her thigh and squeezed hard enough to warn her to back down and she narrowed her eyes on me, flicking the cigarette in my other hand a look that said this conversation wasn’t done and then held her tongue.

  "Nice to see she's got a bit of fire about her," Liam joked, but I could tell by the way he was looking at her that she really had caught his attention now and I didn't like that one bit.

  "Well, happy Christmas," I said dryly.

  "Good tidings to all," Liam replied casually, smiling broadly. But there were too many teeth to his smile which gave it the look of a predator eyeing a lamb instead of a man hosting Christmas for his family. I just wasn't sure if he thought I was the lamb his belly was rumbling for a bite of or if my girl was. He certainly wasn't above using her to hurt me. Her presence here alone was a threat in itself.

  "How is business?" I asked, taking a long drag on my cigarette before hanging my arm back down over the edge of the couch to keep Tatum away from it.

  "Ah, well there's been a downturn in the casinos obviously since lockdown," Liam replied. "But Dougal managed to get around some of it by continuing the fight nights in secret and live streaming them to members. Of course, he's having to take payments and hand out winnings electronically, so he's set up a whole roundabout offshore system to evade the authorities which I'm not too fond of. Either way it’s his balls on the line so I guess the cards will fall as fate deigns fit."

  I nodded like I gave a shit about that, but I didn't really care if my uncle Dougal was playing a risky game with the law. If he fucked it up and got himself carted off to prison, then that was just one less O'Brien for me to have to deal with. Besides, Dougal was a dick who’d made me watch him torture a man to death on my twelfth birthday as a gift. The guy had pissed himself and I swear the stench of it mixed with that of his blood had still been caught in the back of my throat when I was eating my birthday cake. He’d ruined red velvet for me for life. What kind of asshole ruins cake for people?

  Tatum turned in my lap to make herself more comfortable, her hand dropping down to cup my balls where Liam couldn't see as she smiled sweetly at me. I had to fight not to react to that shit and forced myself to look back at my Grandpa and keep the conversation going while wondering what exactly she was up to. Not that I was complaining.

  "I'm sure he has it handled," I said with a nod. "What about product?"

  I lifted the cigarette to my lips for another drag, but the second I inhaled, Tatum's grip on my balls sharpened tightly and I damn near leapt out of my chair, having to feign rearranging our position as I coughed the smoke back out of my lungs.

  "Actually, sales are up on that front," Liam said, not seeming to notice that my girl had put my balls in a damn vice. "With so many people stuck at home, they're keen to dive into more of their recreational hobbies...at least they are for now while money isn't too much of an issue anyway. Dermot is running that with your mammy and as far as I can tell, the main issue is keeping the delivery boys out of sight when they're dropping it off to people's houses. I think it's become a mostly nocturnal practice to combat the police patrols."

  I nodded like I was interested in that as I tried shifting to tug Tatum's hand from my balls. She'd gone back to caressing them instead of squeezing them but with the cigarette in one hand and my other wrapped around her waist, there wasn't an easy way to achieve that without making it obvious.

  "Well, it sounds like you've got everything covered. Almost like you don't need me at all," I said, letting just a little disdain drip through my words and Liam smirked at me.

  "Every piece of the puzzle has its role
to play, lad," he assured me with that look he liked to shoot my way which said he thought he fucking owned me. The one that made me want to flip the fuck out and show him my worst as I painted his expensive walls with his blood.

  I lifted the cigarette to my lips again so that I could concentrate on that and hide the flash of anger that tore through me, but the moment I tried to inhale, Tatum squeezed my fucking balls so hard my breath caught.

  My grip on her thigh tightened in warning but her grasp on my balls just did the fucking same.

  "Who'd like some chocolate cake?" Martha's voice saved me from Liam's scrutiny as she pranced into the room, carrying a large tray with coffee and cake laid out on it.

  "You spoil this one, Martha," Liam said as he stood and took a coffee from the tray before heading towards the door. "I'll see you both at lunch."

  Martha started muttering about us being love's young dream as she set the tray down on the table and bustled about the room while Tatum and I glared at each other.

  Her grip on my fucking balls was unwavering and I grunted a curse as I slowly reached over and stubbed the cigarette out. She instantly released my balls, giving me a saccharine sweet smile as we fell into conversation with Martha over coffee and cake and I was gifted the treat of her showing photos of me as a kid with chocolate all over my face too.

  I played along, mostly because Martha was the only person in this entire household who I actually gave a shit about and I watched Tatum as she let the stories and newness of this place steal her grief away for a little while.

  I was glad she was distracted from the pain, but she'd ignited a heat in my veins with that little stunt which was only growing hotter and burning fiercer with every passing moment. No one got to hold me by the balls and get away with it. Figuratively or literally. So as soon as I could, I was going to make her realise exactly what kind of monster she'd been baiting with that little game of hers.

  ***

  By the time we'd finished up with Martha and I'd given Tatum a tour of the house and grounds, I could hear more members of the family arriving and my gut was beginning to churn with the thought of spending the rest of the day in their company. I wasn't afraid of them as such, though I guessed I probably should have been. But I was mostly just so fucking sick of being forced to play to their tune all the damn time that I was worried about what I might do in their company. And I couldn't afford to lose my shit with them today. Tatum would be the one who paid for that. Her presence here was designed with that purpose in mind.

  We’d been given a room in the east wing of the house and I'd taken a shower while Tatum got changed into whatever the hell Saint had decided was 'proper Christmas attire'. As I headed back through to the lavish room from the en-suite, my heart leapt at the sight of her.

  She was wearing a full length navy dress with slits up both legs so that delicious skin of hers poked through as she moved. The front was panelled with white lace which was just transparent enough for me to see her cleavage through it in the mirror as she leaned forward to finish applying her makeup, painting her lips blood red.

  I moved to stand behind her with the towel around my waist, my dick tenting it as I breathed in that sweet honey blossom scent of hers. I didn't stop until I was right up in her personal space, standing at her back as she straightened and looked over her shoulder at me in the mirror.

  "You look fucking edible, baby," I growled, my hand snaking around her waist before sliding up over the silky material until I was teasing her breast through it and she gasped as I tugged on her nipple.

  I continued to tease her until her pupils dilated and her back arched against me before suddenly shifting my grip to encircle her throat.

  Tatum's big blues widened in surprise as my dick drove into her ass and the friction between us knocked my towel free so that it fell to the floor and I was left standing there naked.

  "Did you really think I was going to let you get away with that shit you pulled downstairs?" I growled in her ear, my grip on her throat tight enough to hold her still though not enough to stop her from panting for me.

  "I don't like you smoking, Kyan," she said stubbornly. "You only do it because you're stressed and I don't think you need to. It’s a crutch you can go without."

  "What is it that I need then?" I asked her, my other hand moving to her other breast as I teased that nipple though the material, loving the way it hardened at my touch.

  She didn't seem to have an answer for that at first, but she licked those red lips and her hand reached behind her until she was gripping my dick.

  "Maybe you just need an incentive to keep your cool," she breathed and my fingers flexed against her throat.

  "Are you offering me your body in exchange for good behaviour?" I asked with a smirk. "Because I've got bad news for you, baby. I don't know how to be good."

  "I don't want you to be good, Kyan. I like you being dark and dirty and rough, and I don't want you to hold back with me because you have some inaccurate assumption that I can't handle you at your worst. I've been to hell and back at the hands of you and the other Night Keepers and I've survived all the worst things a person can suffer in grief and heartache. So don't treat me like a china doll who might break if you push me too hard. I want to lose myself in you and I want you to do the same."

  A growl of desire escaped me at the heat of her words and I groaned as I tugged her head aside and bit down on the side of her neck, sucking at her skin as she moaned my name and I left a mark on her for the whole fucking world to see that she was mine.

  "You want to stop me from being mad at you for the duration of this fuck-fest of a dinner?" I asked her, my grip on her throat getting tighter as my anger rose in me again.

  "Yes," she moaned and the heat in her eyes snapped the last of my restraint.

  I twisted her in my arms and used my grip on her throat to tip her chin up so that I could kiss her with a brutal kind of passion that had me aching for more and more of her. I didn't know why I'd waited so fucking long to kiss her like this, but I was certain that she only tasted sweeter for the wait I'd endured.

  Her hand curled around my cock but as her tongue swept over mine, I knew that wasn't what I wanted from her.

  I used my grip on her to push her to her knees and she didn't even hesitate to slide that perfect mouth of hers around my dick. I groaned as I looked down at her, drawing the full, thick length of me between her lips, smearing my shaft with red lipstick as she went and drawing my cock right to the back of her throat.

  I cursed as she pulled back, my hands fisting in her freshly curled hair and messing it the fuck up as I took control of her movements and drove myself into her mouth again.

  Tatum moaned encouragement, the noises spilling from her sending sweet vibrations through my cock as she reached around to grasp my ass with both hands, her fingernails biting into my flesh as I fucked her mouth with a brutal demand to my movements.

  I was hard as stone as she took me deep, her tongue swirling and full lips sucking in just the right way to make me her slave. It was almost enough to make me forget what she’d done downstairs, but I wasn’t a man to roll over with his balls in a vice and she needed to know it.

  I kept one hand fisted in her hair as I fucked her mouth good and deep and with the other, I snagged a cigarette from the pack sitting on the side and pushed it between my lips. It took me another moment to light it as my balls ached with the desire to finish this already beneath the punishment of her skills and I had to fight against it, wanting to prolong this moment.

  I lit the smoke, taking a deep drag with a groan of satisfaction as Tatum growled in anger, realising what I done and made a move to pull back.

  “Show me you own me, baby,” I purred, keeping the cigarette in the corner of my mouth as I returned my other hand to her hair too and she used her teeth to scrape a line down my shaft in anger, but she didn’t jerk away, taking me right to the back of her throat again like she had a point to prove.

  That was all the accept
ance I needed and I groaned again as I drove my cock deep and she took it like she was aching for it, moaning her own desire loudly and hungrily.

  I wasn't a gentleman about it, gripping her hair hard and thrusting in and out of those perfect lips until I was coming hot and fast down her throat.

  I held her tight as I remained deep inside her for a long moment, my head tipped back to the vaulted ceiling in ecstasy as I blew out a lungful of nicotine.

  When I let her pull back, I stubbed the cigarette out then tugged her to her feet and kissed her, loving the taste of me on her lips and the way she curled her arms around my neck and pulled me even closer.

  I walked her back to a heavy wooden dresser at the side of the room and lifted her up to sit on it, pushing her thighs apart and shifting her dress aside so that one of the slits in it bared her black panties to me.

  I took her hand in mine as I continued to kiss her and guided it inside her panties, using my fingers to push two of her own inside herself and loving how fucking wet she was as I touched that sweet pussy of hers.

  “You’re such a fucking dick,” she snarled, biting my lip in punishment for the smoke and I laughed against her anger.

  “I think that’s what you like about me. Fuck knows there isn’t much else,” I teased.

  “You’ll pay for that stunt,” she swore, gasping as I used my fingers to guide hers in and out of herself again.

  "We're late, baby," I groaned as I forced myself to step back. "If we're not down there in three minutes, Liam will lose his shit and believe me, that's not a pleasant experience for anyone involved. I won't put you at his mercy."

  "So, what-" she began, moving to withdraw her hand, but I pushed it back down.

  "I want you to come for me while I get dressed. And then tonight, I'm going to bring you back here and fuck you so good that you'll forget all about what a selfish fuck I've just been and forgive me for it." I smirked at her as I waited and she cursed me as she began moving her fingers in soft circles beneath her black panties.