by Sam Crescent
“You weren’t so shy before. That shouldn’t change now. I’m going to prove just how fucking desperate I am for you, baby.” He ran his hand through her hair, and she closed her eyes, savoring the simple intimacy. She needed so much more.
Ashley pulled off her shirt, setting it on the low dresser she’d been leaning against. “There, does that make you happy?” She’d been braless under her shirt. Her tits were huge and cumbersome since her milk came in, and she couldn’t imagine any man finding them attractive. “They’re not cute and perky. Not that they ever were.”
“You’re trying my patience again, Ashley. Don’t put yourself down. You’re my queen, my everything, and I won’t have it. Understand?”
She shrugged.
“They say every man has a fetish, whether he admits it or realizes it himself. Me, I love big, soft tits I can drown in and hips I grab and hang on to while I fuck you. When you walk, that little bounce makes my dick hard every time.”
He squeezed her breasts together, and she saw his jaw tighten. A drop of milk slipped out, and she cringed. “I’m sorry.”
“For what? Being the mother to our child?” He licked his lips. “I swear I’ve died and gone to heaven. You’re so fucking sexy, I still can’t believe you’re all mine.”
He began to push down her skirt, and she didn’t stop him as it slipped over her hips and pooled at her feet. Draven bent down and shimmied her panties down, smoothing his hands back up her thighs once she was completely nude.
“Draven…”
“What is it, baby? Want to refuse me again? The only thing I want to hear coming out of your mouth is you begging me to fuck you.” He cupped her face in both hands, looking at her with such intensity her breath caught. “You say you’re insecure? How do you think I feel when the woman I love avoids making love to me like I’m her enemy?”
Was that really how he felt?
A wave of guilt took her by surprise. Nothing was more attractive to her than Draven. Watching him work out day in, day out, in nothing more than gym shorts was torture. Sleeping next to his hard, muscled body at night while keeping her hands to herself hadn’t been easy. She craved him, desired him as she always had. Her own foolish thoughts had kept her away.
“You’re not my enemy,” she whispered. “I love you, your body, and making love to you. I never meant to hurt you.”
“Let’s put the past aside and start from right now. Our new beginning,” he said. Draven ran his hands over the curves of her hips. “Now, will you let me touch you? Will you stop pushing me away?”
“How about we start with a kiss?”
He smirked and moved in immediately, his tongue seeking entrance as he devoured her mouth with his. He dominated her, making her feel spineless in his arms. The soul-deep connection, the intimacy—it was exactly what she’d been missing all these months. She didn’t realize how starved for affection she was.
His hands were all over her, squeezing and teasing as he kissed down her neck, teasing her pulse points. “Oh God, I’ve missed this,” he said.
He sounded feral, a man on the edge, and she loved the fact he was desperate for her.
“You want to make love to me?”
“Maybe tomorrow. Right now, I’m going to fuck you,” he said.
She couldn’t contain the little moan that escaped. It sounded as needy as she felt. “Yes, Draven.”
“I love it when you’re a good girl. Never push me away again. I don’t think I could take it.”
“I’m yours. I’ve never loved another man.”
He hoisted her onto the dresser top, then undressed in front of her. His biceps bulged as he unfastened his belt. When he slipped out of his pants, his cock sprang up, hard and virile. She knew exactly how good it felt to be ravaged by him.
“Open your legs.”
She loved when he ordered her, taking control during sex. There was something uniquely erotic about it. Ashley did as told, opening herself up for him.
“Was that so hard, baby?” He pressed two fingers into her cunt as he kissed her hard on the mouth. He slowly finger-fucked her, and she drenched his fingers. She thought she’d come right on the dresser top she was wound so tight.
Before she knew it, he replaced his fingers with his thick cock. She braced herself, knowing exactly how pent up her man was. She exhaled on a moan as he filled her. The satisfaction swelled within her, a wash of heat and fullness overwhelming her senses.
“Do you like that?” he asked.
“I love it.”
“Then I’ll give you more.” Draven held her hips and began to fuck her, pistoning in and out of her pussy with his rock-hard erection.
It felt so good, so damn addictive. Soon, she was soaring. Why had she denied them when they were so good together?
Draven rammed into her like an animal. She held his shoulders, her fingers exploring the muscles of his arms and back as he brought her closer and closer to orgasm. Ashley could feel it blossoming deep in her womb, a pressure and heat that would leave her screaming.
“You’re still nice and tight, baby. You feel perfect around my cock.”
They kissed, the fucking merging with their love for each other. It was perfect, powerful, and she couldn’t hold back another second. Her orgasm detonated, her core making her entire body quiver as waves of contractions milked Draven’s cock.
He groaned, joining her in that beautiful sweet zone.
His back was slick with clean sweat, his breathing slowly settling. “I’m sorry, Ash. Our first time since the baby should have been special.”
He helped her slip off the dresser to her feet. “Three months is a long time. I’m not surprised we didn’t make it to the bed.” She smiled up at him.
“You’re amazing, you know that, right?”
Ashley rested her head to his chest. He ran his fingers through her hair. “I want to be a good wife to you, and a good mother to Clara. I’m learning as I go.”
“You’re perfect, baby. You make me proud every day. This life isn’t a fairy tale, but as long as I’m with you, I wouldn’t change a thing.”
“I’m so glad Luanna brought us here. You’ve chased away all my fears and showed me what unconditional love really is,” said Ashley.
“A king is nothing without his queen. I understand that now.”
He kissed her on the lips. A soft kiss. A kiss full of promises.
They may not know what the future held for them, but they’d survive it together. As a family.
The End
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BONUS SAMPLE CHAPTER
TAKING HER INNOCENCE
Killer of Kings, 1
Sam Crescent & Stacey Espino
Copyright © 2017
Sample Chapter of Taking Her Innocence
“You think you can handle it?” Boss asked.
Viper stared out across the parking lot. A lot of shoppers were milling around today, going about their own pathetic lives, believing they were the most important thing in the world.
None of them had any idea that one of the world’s deadliest killers was amongst them. He was part of an elite group of mercenaries. He killed for the money. Whoever offered the highest bounty, he took it. He never asked questions, and he never cared about the people he killed. This was a job to him, something he was good at.
“Why can’t I handle it? Send me a picture of the girl. I’ll do the rest.”
“She has to die of natural causes.”
Viper snorted. “No problem.”
He had one month to find a woman, and to end her life. Piece of cake. He had lots of ways of killing a woman, and this w
ould be no different.
“Deposit the money, and I’ll call you if I need more.” Viper whistled as he made his way toward the car. He put the groceries in the trunk, got behind the wheel, and waited.
Her picture came through his cell phone, and he stared at the girl in question. She couldn’t have been older than fifteen, but from what Boss had told him, she was nearly twenty-one years old, and had been on the run for nearly six months. Curious.
The picture showed her cuddled up next to her mother, and she looked happy. Pepper was chubby, her cheeks looking like the kind you could pinch, and grandmothers cooed over. Boss had given him all the details over the phone. Viper didn’t do paperwork, reading, or worrying about something being tracked.
He memorized everything. All the little details were up in his head, and that was where they would stay until the job was gone.
Viper didn’t know why the woman in question, Pepper, was running, and he really didn’t care. The moment Boss called him and gave him an assignment, he did it. Now he just needed to figure out where she was staying.
Good news for him, he had a special guy who owned equipment that could find him this woman. Leaving the grocery store, Viper made his way across the city toward the guy who he knew would hook him up.
Whenever he was in between jobs, he would always stick around where his people were so that he didn’t have to worry about endless traveling. Working for Killer of Kings was rather lucrative. They were a company known for getting the job done. Nothing was too much, no job too hard. He had traveled all over the world to do what needed to be done, from killing people, to fucking women, to even rescuing people. If the price was right, he would do anything.
From a young age, younger than any child should ever have to deal, he had been taught to hunt, to kill, and to do it without feeling a damn thing. There were scars on his back that all bled together that reminded him a past he wished he could forget. When he saw children with their parents, for a split second he felt envious, jealous that they could be having a wonderful life, a better one than he ever had. Of course they were having a better life than he had. None of them had ever gone through the hours of pain or the training that had made him one of the deadliest men on earth.
Parking his car outside of one of the shittiest apartments in the city, he made his way toward his contact, Maurice. The guy was thirty years old, a slob, but damn good when it came to computers. He was the only one who gave Viper the facts without giving him files thick with writing and shit. Viper didn’t want to be studying. Cold, hard facts were what he was after, and he didn’t need paperwork that could be traced.
Maurice lived on the top floor. He was a tall, skinny man who wore big, thick glasses. Banging on the door, Viper waited, and when Maurice opened the door his shirt was covered in ketchup and mustard stains.
“I’ve told you to change,” Viper said, entering the room.
“Yeah, well, I didn’t think I’d see you for a couple more weeks. You usually take time off. Why are you back after just a week?” Maurice asked.
The apartment was littered with debris. Only the sitting room, the place where all the computers and equipment were set up was spotless.
“You need to get a cleaning lady,” Viper said. He hated mess.
Mess equaled mistakes.
He was clean, efficient, and he didn’t have anything to leave behind. Even his apartment where he stayed during his vacations didn’t hold any personal mementos. Not that he would ever have those. Mementos would mean caring, and that wasn’t what he did. He didn’t have a family, a past, nor would he have a future.
“Cleaning ladies touch stuff, and I know where everything is.”
Viper looked around the apartment. “It stinks.”
“So? It keeps everyone out, okay? This is my mess. My problem. Not yours. What do you want?” Maurice asked, shoving his glasses up his nose.
“Fine.” Viper handed over his cell phone. “Get me everything on her.”
“Do you have a name?” Maurice asked.
“Pepper. I want everything on the face though. You’ve got your computers that can track CCTV. I want to know where she was last seen.”
“This could take a while.”
“Don’t care. I can pay.” Viper moved into the sitting room and took a seat. It was the only place he was willing to park his ass while he waited, and there wasn’t a chance in hell he was leaving until he got what he wanted.
Something was bugging him about this assignment, which was strange because he usually didn’t care. Swift, efficient, done. That’s what he’d always been about.
Maurice was humming as he got to work, scanning her picture, and then tracking it through the database. On the big screen in front of them, he saw several names and pictures as it did the recognition thing.
The beauty about security and live feeds everywhere was anyone could be tracked or traced. Unless someone knew how to avoid the cameras and the recognition software, no one was untraceable.
“She’s young this one.”
“You’re not paid to worry about that.”
“This isn’t a rescue mission though, right? I think I saw something about this girl’s mother a few weeks ago.”
That made Viper pause. “What did you see?”
“Only that her mother had died, and Pepper’s stepfather was taking over the company that should, by rights, go to this Pepper girl. We’re talking a billion-dollar company. Stocks, shares, and they have stakes in pretty much everything. I’m surprised you don’t know that.” Maurice munched on a potato chip as he spoke.
Viper didn’t follow the news. He didn’t read the papers, nor did he care about pampered princesses. “Out of curiosity, what happens to this fortune if the girl dies?”
“It goes to the stepfather.”
Sitting back, Viper thought about the terms of his latest contract. Pepper needed to die of natural causes, and the stepfather would inherit everything.
He didn’t like the twist in his gut.
This was just another assignment like everything else, and he wasn’t going to let feelings or emotions get in the way. Patting his fingers on his thigh, he watched the computer screen as faces all seemed to roll into one. This was the one part of the job that he hated.
He was bored.
When he was bored, he was able to think.
Thinking made him remember the past, and he didn’t want to remember the past. He wasn’t someone plagued by his fears. He had no fears.
“There she is,” Maurice said.
Viper looked up as her image was brought into focus. It was a really clear image. “When was it taken?” he asked.
“Three days ago. A grocery store near the coast.” Maurice rattled off several details and directions.
Viper didn’t need anything else. He already knew where he was going. Pulling out a wad of cash, he handed it to Maurice, and made his way toward the door.
“Viper,” Maurice said.
Turning, he saw Maurice standing, holding his keyboard. “What is it?”
“You don’t have to do this, you know? She’s innocent. There’s nothing on her. No criminal record, nothing. Her slate is completely clean. This is not like your usual kills.”
“You don’t know what I’ve got to do, and remember, anything happens, any word gets out, and you’ll die, Maurice.” He wouldn’t want to kill the man in front of him. Even though he was a slob, he kind of liked him, and that wasn’t heard of much in his line of work. He shouldn’t use the same man over and over again, but Maurice had proven himself, and he didn’t want to lose a valuable asset.
“See you soon,” Maurice said.
Viper was already out of the door, but he heard it.
****
Pepper stared out at the ocean, wondering if she would be able to stay here for another couple of days. It was a quaint, little town near the sea, and it was home to a lot of tourism. The beach where she stood right now was completely covered with people, with families. Would
she be safe here?
She didn’t know how far her father was willing to push everything. He wanted money. She knew that. From the moment her mother, her sweet, beautiful mother, had brought him home, Pepper had seen through him. He’d been a gold-digger. A horrible excuse for a human being. She had even seen him cheating on her mother with one of the staff. That had really sickened her, and what she hated most, her mother hadn’t believed her.
Yes, Pepper came from a rich family, but her relationship with her mother had always been solid. When her father died, they’d had each other, until this monster came out of nowhere, and was intent on destroying them. She hated him to her core, and that didn’t help. Even when the abuse and violence had started, her mother hadn’t been able to see past her own insecurity.
Then, of course, Pepper had to run, and now she couldn’t even go home for her mother’s funeral.
In order to gain the fortune, her stepfather needed her dead. She wasn’t an idiot. All he’d wanted all along was her mother’s fortune, and when Pepper died, it would all go to him.
A gust of wind hit her, and she held onto the hat, making sure it didn’t blow off. She was wearing a hat and a pair of glasses. With her image over the news, she didn’t want anyone to see her. Fortunately, there wasn’t an updated picture, and she looked nothing like she did when she was fifteen. The picture was a cold reminder of the last time she was happy, when her mother was happy. She should probably dye her blonde hair, but it grieved her to change the locks that her mother spent hours lovingly caring for. They would sit in her father’s study, and her mother would brush her hair, waiting for him to finish. Pepper looked similar to her mother, only lighter, and fairer-skinned. She burned easily in the sun, and always had to use sun lotion, which she hated wearing.
She remembered her mother rubbing the awful stuff all over her, saying if she wasn’t careful she’d burn to a crisp. Then she would watch her mother do it herself. It was amazing how touching, how meaningful those memories were. At the time, they were just a nuisance, but now it was something more.
