by Dee Garcia
This is what she did to me.
How she ruined me.
Even in her blitzed state, with glassy, bloodshot eyes and that wild hair, she was one stunning creature, a creature who, clearly, needed a reminder of who I was and what my intentions were. I was all but on my knees before her, aching to mold her against me, to devour her, worship her.
I needed to. Needed her.
Needed her to know she was mine, and if that required fucking the concept into her thick skull until her cunt ached, then so be it.
Lux Mercier would learn tonight.
Blue eyes sparkled in the bright lighting, a knowing smile touching her lips. She knew damn well what I was thinking, what I was feeling.
Thoughts and feelings I sensed oozing off her, too.
Mine. So fucking mine, it wasn’t even a question.
A savage growl tore free my chest, one that was a hundred percent irrepressible, and while she hadn’t said a single word, I wasn’t looking to waste time on pleasantries or anymore unnecessary apologies.
At this point, ‘I’m sorry’ was as irrelevant as our spat.
Eating up the space between us, I swallowed her frame in my grasp and stormed us inside her home, slamming the door in our wake. Lux immediately wound herself around me like a vine to a trellis, not an ounce of hesitation or uncertainty in the way she crashed her lips to my own. Thighs in my grip, I dug her into the nearest wall, deepening her feverish kiss with impatient laps of my tongue along the seam. Idly, I felt Wednesday wriggling her way around my feet, little mewls of protest echoing below us, but I’d acknowledge her later.
Right now, I was all about my Queen.
“Fuck, I missed you,” I mumbled into her mouth.
“It hasn’t even been a whole day,” she breathed.
“And yet it felt like an eternity. Is Suki gone?”
“Mhmm.”—kiss—“Stryker came to get her.”
“You’re in trouble now.” That was the one and only warning I was going to offer her.
The only one.
Taking off through the house, I barreled down the corridor to her room in hasty, determined strides.
The second we burst in through the double doors, I tossed her onto her bed, every ounce of frustration and anxiety from the day flooding me in an instant. “That was some dumb shit you pulled last night. This morning, too,” I growled, pulling my shirt over my head.
“I know,” Lux agreed, fumbling to undo the knot of her robe. “I fucking know. I’m sorry.”
My belt was next, the buckle jingling as I pulled it free from the loops of my jeans. “I don’t need an apology, Lux. What I need is for you to finally get it through your head that you are mine. You’re all I want, all I need…”
“I do know!” she protested, prompting me to lay a finger over my lips.
“And yet you don’t, but you will by the time I finish with you tonight. Come here—get on your knees.”
Without hesitation, she did as I asked, scooting to the edge of the bed. Blue eyes trailed up my bare chest, meeting my stare with such curiosity and adoration, I nearly tossed her backward and impaled her right there.
My cock was already up for the challenge, straining painfully against my jeans. But I held on tightly to my restraint.
All in due time.
Soon enough, I’d be buried so deep in her pussy, she’d never doubt me—or us—ever again.
Slipping the belt around her neck, I secured it in one fluid movement and gave a little tug, pulling her body flush against me.
“What are you doing?” she whispered, hands flying up to clutch the belt, her fingers slipping beneath the studded leather.
“Subduing you.” I wrapped the end around my hand until the very tips of my knuckles grazed her jaw. “We’re doing shit my way this time, baby.”
A meek little moan bubbled in her throat, compelling me to yank on the belt.
Harder.
Tighter.
It was abundantly clear she liked it, squeezing her eyes shut as my lips skated roughly up her cheek.
I hummed, appeased by her irrepressible reaction. “You like that, don’t you?”
Lux nodded, trembling in my grasp.
I hummed again, brushing the black silk off her shoulders. “Let’s see how much you like it once I’m fucking you. Turn around.”
“No.” She shook her head briskly, unbuttoning my jeans in a flash. “Not yet.”
Her objection caught me off guard, so much so that I didn’t grasp what was happening until my back had already hit the bed, her face still inches from my own from my hold on the belt.
“Let me service you,” she purred, licking at my lips. “Then you can have your wicked way with me.”
Fucking hell.
I couldn’t deny her even if I wanted to.
No sane man would; control be damned.
Unraveling the belt enough to give her some leeway, she sunk her small frame between my legs, raking her nails down my torso deep enough to leave markings in their wake. Even in the dim lighting of her bedroom, you could see them raised through the ink on my body.
I hissed, and she smiled salaciously, flicking her tongue against the head of my dick.
Then down the rigid, veiny shaft to my balls.
Small hand working the tip, she sucked them into her mouth, steadfast blue eyes watching me beneath her lashes.
The sight of her worshipping my cock was an instant high.
“Motherfuck,” I groaned, threading a hand into her silvery locks.
Pleased by my reaction, Lux laid the flat of her tongue at the base, and made her way back up to the tip with a torturous swaying motion that sent my eyes to the back of my head.
She sucked me with such gusto I could barely fucking see straight.
Could barely contain my hold on the belt.
I was lost to her touch, flying high in the fucking sky.
Hand now at base of my cock, her mouth bobbed up and down on the head, hitting that damned spot over and over again. I clenched my eyes tightly as ripples of pleasure diverged through my body, driving me toward the edge.
My hips thrusted reflexively, hitting the back of her throat.
But it didn’t faze her in the slightest.
Instead, a satisfied hum vibrated against me, intensifying every last bit of her ministrations.
Then I felt it, my climax. Just within reach, looming closer and closer. Throbbing, the ache for release was almost too much to subdue, especially after stealing a glance at her between my legs.
“I’m gonna come,” I warned, but she kept on, sucking harder, faster, her hand working the base with equal fervor.
The thought of coming down her hot little throat nearly set me off right there. I would have, too, and I would one day, but in that moment, I wanted her decadent taste on my tongue when I exploded.
Yanking on the belt, my cock popped free from her mouth as I dragged her toward me, her chest heaving, lips swollen and glistening with her saliva.
She seemed confused, regarding me with wide eyes.
“Turn around, Lux,” I demanded, grabbing a greedy handful of her ass. “Put your pussy in my face.”
Scandalized—she was downright scandalized, and yet so turned on, not a single objection followed.
With a quick hand, she unhooked the belt from around her neck, tossed it somewhere on the bed, and positioned herself over me, stretching out along the planes of my body to put my dick back in her mouth.
I dove right in, too, death-gripping the backs of her thighs as I dragged my tongue from clit to slit. Over and over again, I repeated the same act, adding swirls over her swollen bud and deep laps inside her tight little hole in between.
Drawing moan after moan from deep in her throat.
Each one reverberated through me as her scent invaded me.
Essence coated my tongue.
Legs quivering, she was flooding for me, and I hadn’t even fucked her yet.
“Rome,” she moaned sudd
enly, peeking over her shoulder.
Our eyes met and, immediately, I knew what she was about to ask me. She wouldn’t have to ask twice either—my dick was begging to fill her.
“I need you,” she grated, mouth falling lax as I licked her one last time for good measure.
“Face down, ass up, kitty kat,” I instructed, tapping her off me.
Scrambling desperately into position as I rose onto my feet, she arched her ass in the air for me, offering herself to me.
All of her.
Such a glorious sight, all wet and primed, ready to be owned like she’d never been owned before.
Not even by me.
Settling behind her, I stroked myself a few times and dragged the head along her slicked entrance.
“Please,” she moaned softly. “Rome, please…”
“Please what?” I asked, slapping my length on her swollen lips.
Another moan. “Fuck me, please fuck me!”
And then I was inside her.
In one simple thrust I was filling her.
Stretching her.
Impaling her to fucking hilt.
Lux gasped so profoundly, it sounded like all the air just about left her lungs. “Oh my god…”
I eased back slightly as her body retreated from the sudden intrusion, then dug back in, slowly increasing the pace as she accommodated to me.
“Go, go, keep going,” she urged me, fisting the sheets for purchase.
But I needed her closer.
Needed to claim her mouth and swallow her cries while I possessed her, all of her.
Winding both arms around her shoulders, I pulled her back onto her knees toward me, pressing her back to my front as I powered into her.
“Tell me,” I gritted in her ear. “Tell me who you belong to, tell me you know I’m yours.”
Throwing her head back against my shoulder, she squeezed her eyes tightly, panting, moaning.
She couldn’t answer me.
Could barely breathe from this angle.
“Say it,” I demanded again. “Tell me who you belong to.”
Still she couldn’t respond, shaking her head as if to let me know words were failing her.
But she was going to.
“SAY. IT. LUX, or I’ll make you scream it,” I gritted out, slamming her down onto my length over and over again almost punishingly.
“You,” she panted, “You, I belong to you!”
“Louder, say it louder.”
“YOU—I belong to you!” she bellowed, unleashing the beast in entirety.
That was it.
The need to consume her whole—mind, body, and soul obsessed me in a way I’d never experienced before.
Pulling out of her dripping cunt, I spun her around and shoved her back onto the bed, taking her in with manic eyes.
She looked like a goddess, like my Queen, like my fucking forever.
On a turbulent growl, I loomed over her, hitching her legs around my waist as the overwhelming thought settled deep within me.
In my core.
In my mind.
In the heart she’d risen from ashes and somehow stitched back together.
And then in a single roll of my hips, I was inside her once more, fucking her with everything I had.
Making love to her with everything I had.
“I love you,” I grated out, nearly breathless as the words left my mouth. “Do you hear me? I love you with every”—thrust—“fiber”—thrust—“of my fucking being.”
Lux trapped my neck in arms and nodded frantically, her heart thrashing ferociously against my chest. “I love you, too,” she moaned,” I love yo—oh god, I’m gonna come!”
Euphoria.
It was fucking euphoria.
That magnificent burst of ecstasy consumed her, consumed us both, our climaxes erupting one after the other. It was so intense my entire body rippled against her, goose pimples littering every inch of my skin as my balls clenched with every spurt inside her.
I’d never come so hard.
Had never loved so hard.
I loved her more than anyone I’d loved in my life.
And should anyone try to take her away from me—may God be with them.
I’d kill for this woman.
Raise hell for this woman.
Mine.
♫ Circus For A Psycho - Skillet ♫
Noir Coast was dying.
I’d tried my best to keep that shit afloat, but Vic was still acting dodgy as fuck. So, after several months of minimal contact with the wanker, I stopped giving a fuck.
Washed my hands of it without a word.
Just as he’d done to me.
Like passing ships in the night, I literally hadn’t seen him since the Vybe fiasco. Calls and texts were few and far between, but for the most part, I didn’t answer anymore.
Didn’t feel the need to respond to his repugnant, irredeemable ass, especially after Lux telling me of what he’d done to her.
That was nearly three weeks ago. It’d been one hell of a struggle not to reach out to him and lure him into a trap.
To do away with him, even if it was only putting miles between us.
It’s not like anyone would miss him…
What sobered me whenever the thought of revenge hit was knowing that, if I reacted, if I sough out Vic, she’d ask questions.
Questions I’d been harboring the truth about for quite some time now.
Truths I was terrified to share.
After I told her I loved her, I had contemplated when and if would be a good time to finally tell her, but I could never go through with it. I knew I had to, and a part of me knew that for us to ever be fully bared to one another, to be as real and raw as our fierce connection, she needed to know all my truths.
And I needed to know hers.
So when she rang me to let me know Roscoe had finally fired Vic, I knew the time had come. I’d be getting a call from from the bastard soon enough and it was about to go down.
Soon turned out to be a mere hour soon.
The moment his blasted name popped up on my screen, that violent surge of animosity consumed me. I had to breathe through it, deeply, willing myself to calm down.
If I answered then, he’d call me out on it, and this point in time, I wouldn’t hold back for shit.
I let it ring through to voicemail instead, stalking my screen for the new voicemail drop down that was about to appear at any moment. Like clock work, the small alert box descended at a the top of my screen about a minute later.
Except it wasn’t a voicemail.
It was a text.
Vic: SHE FIRED ME.
He was livid, a concept I found comical to say the least. I played it off as though I had not an inkling as to what he was talking about.
Me: For what?
Vic: Technically, the little bitch didn’t fire me herself. She had Roscoe do it. He says it was his decision as new head of everything, but I know that’s bullshit.
Me: Either way—what did he fire you for?
Vic: He said primarily because they didn’t need me anymore but, evidently, my attendance played a role in the final decision, too. Are you free later?
Me: Possibly. Have to check my schedule.
Vic: Make time, brother. We need to chat.
He was right; we did need to chat.
This was it.
Vic was finally going to get what he deserved, and I was going to love every bloody second of it—no pun intended.
Me: I’ll meet you at your place. 7pm.
Vic: Speak soon.
As soon as his final text came through, I tapped into my recent calls and rang my Queen, my heart already racing from the burst of adrenaline. We had dinner plans set for the time I’d just promised Vic, and as much as I hated to cancel on her, it simply had to be done.
It was time to cut him loose once and for all, for both our sake. And once he was a thing of the past, I vowed to myself I going to sit her down and finally come clean.
Up on our spot.
High over our kingdom.
Our love demanded honesty, and I had every intention to right by it.
“Hey, baby,” she answered, whirring sounds of the printer going off behind her.
“I have semi-bad news for you,” I came right out with it, hating the fact I had to disappoint her.
I could hear it already.
“Oh, no—what happened?”
“We have to cancel dinner for tonight.”
“Whyyy?” she whined, amping me up all the more for my visit with Vic.
He was going to regret every single decision he ever made, especially fucking with my girl.
“There’s something I have to take care of,” I answered simply, not wanting to intrigue her too much.
“And what is that?”
“I can’t tell you.”
“What do you mean you can’t tell me?!” she screeched adorably.
I had to stifle the villainous chuckle that nearly broke free. “I promise I’ve got it under control, baby, okay?”
“Roman King, what is going on?!” she pressed, her tone both demanding and a little anxious.
Grinning, I dropped to the edge of my bed, and slowly pulled open my top nightstand drawer, withdrawing my pistol from within. “I’m ridding our kingdom of vile peasants, my Queen. Worry not—the King will make it up to you later tonight.”
“So how’ve you been?” Vic asked awkwardly as we stepped into his study.
The air was thick with tension between us, hence his need for small talk. I fucking loathed small talk and he knew that.
“Just peachy,” I answered, peering around the room to avoid pummeling him on his ass right there. Or pulling my weapon out. “Listen, I’ve got somewhere to be soon, so why don’t you go ahead and get on with whatever it is we need to chat about.”
“Geez, King—at least let me offer you a drink first,” he chuckled, ambling over to the liquor cabinet.
“I’m good, but thanks.” I smiled dryly.
Vic held my stare for a moment before hitching a shoulder and pivoting around. “Suit yourself.”
