Cruel Seduction: A Dark Romance (Underground Kings Book 2)

by Kelli Callahan

  “Aw man. I missed the show.”

  I drop my head against her shoulder, frustrated to hear Heaven’s voice. He knew damn well we were out here. What the hell does he want?

  He is a cockblock. I didn’t think men our age still had cockblocks, but Heaven is walking proof. He loves interrupting; son-of-a-bitch thrives off it.

  Gabriella giggles. I’m glad she finds this funny because I don’t. I’m ready to strip her bare, throw her legs over my shoulders, and take her just like I was always meant to.

  “What the hell do you want, Heaven?”

  “Oh, you know. Just coming out here for some fresh air. My lip hurts.”

  I almost unwrap my hands from Gabriella’s waist when he spouts the lame excuse, but the brush of her tits has me remembering she is half-naked. I do my best not to get blinded by rage or I might punch him again.

  “Your lip hurts, so you thought you’d … what? Take it out for a fucking walk?”

  “Be nice,” Gabriella says softly into my ear, and my skin shivers from how breathless she sounds.

  “No,” my voice deepens in the reply, getting lost in her eyes again, and almost forgetting Heaven is on the porch.

  “Yep,” he says, and I hear the drag of a chair sliding out from the table, metal against concrete. It is one of the worst sounds known in existence. “What is it with pools? First Jaxon and Quinn, now you two. You know, I bet that’s where he knocked her up.”

  “Oh God,” Gabriella mutters. This time she is the one dropping her head against me.

  Talk about extinguishing a fire in a matter of seconds. I make sure I have a good hold on Gabriella and trudge my way through the water. Slight ripples wave along the surface as I walk to the steps.

  “What are you doing?” she chirps, her nails digging into my skin a bit harder than I was ready for.

  I hold back a hiss and lock my arms around her. “I’m getting us out of here. We are going to my room. Away from Heaven’s eyes.”

  She laughs again. “Heaven’s eyes. Sounds so holy.”

  “You guys are leaving?”

  “Damn, right. I want alone time with Gabriella. Not me, you, and Gabriella.”

  “Well, fine then,” Heaven huffs.

  “Fine by me.” I open the sliding glass door, and Gabriella shivers in my arms when the air conditioning wraps around us. Her teeth chatter, but I would warm her with my body, only I am freezing too.

  “Jaxon … is … g-g-going t-to k-kill us.” Why the fuck is it so cold in here? Someone could catch pneumonia from going in and out of the house like this soaking wet, which is a rarity.

  “W-w-why?” she chitters.

  “I’m r-ruining his f-floors again.” Water drips everywhere. Puddles. I need to soak it up, but there is no way I am going to leave her alone in my room, half-naked. I’m afraid if the water sits too long, the boards will warp. I doubt they will since Jaxon has the most expensive wood installed, but my paranoia is the real deal. I slide the door open to the outside again, letting a burst of warm air swoosh against us, and we sigh in unison.

  Cleaning up the water sounds like Heaven’s problem. If he didn’t interrupt us, this wouldn’t have happened.

  There. See? Fucking logic. Somehow, I manage to think with Gabriella pressed against me

  “Heaven! Clean the water up on your way back in.”

  “Fuck you! I have a bum leg. I ain’t doing shit!”

  “You will, or I’ll tell Jaxon it was you who scratched his new Range Rover.”

  I waited for a moment, turning my head so my ear is pointed in Heaven’s direction.

  “Damn,” Heaven speaks low in a hushed voice. Yeah, he forgot I had that little bit of dirt on him. He tried to get in the driver’s seat when Jaxon was with Quinn in the house and his casted leg thwacked the door, then dragged along the pearly blue paint leaving white lines across it. “Fine,” he relents.

  “Good man,” I say, dashing into the house, slipping and sliding everywhere. I slam against the wall, and Gabriella laughs as she holds on for the ride. Her spurs of laughter have me purposefully acting like a pinball, banging left and right.

  When we get to our destination, the cold is nothing because my body lights up like I’ve hit the jackpot. In a way, I have.

  Our laughter slows as I stand outside the bedroom door. I press her back against the wood and kiss the cold from her lips. The smacking of our mouths is loud, and I know if I don’t get inside the room, I’ll be taking her right here, for all to fucking see, and if that is the case, we should have stayed in the pool and let Heaven have a show.

  No, never. I couldn’t ever risk anyone seeing her. She is mine. This body is mine. Only I can see this gorgeous toned flesh.

  She sucks my tongue into her mouth, and it is a straight shot to my dick. I groan, and with every sucking motion, my cock jerks in my wet jeans. I reach for the door handle, missing it as I fumble. I turn the knob and slam it open, and it cracks against the wall. I don’t give a fuck. I hope there is a dent left behind so I can look at it and know I was on the edge.

  Her arms leave my shoulders and reach for the door and slam it shut. “Lock it.” The words sear my skin with the underlying tone of sex. I stretch an arm back, and my fingers find the lock, flipping it to the right.

  No one can bother us now.

  The room is dark, but light enough to where I can make out the outline of her body. We kiss for what feels like hours, drunk off the chance to finally feel one another. We have a lot of time to make up for.

  I ease her to the floor, then break the kiss and slid to my knees. The carpet is soft, giving, but her jeans aren’t as kind. Since they are wet, the material is suctioned against her. I can’t get them past her thighs. With a frustrated growl, I take the lapels in my hands and yank them apart, and the jeans rip right down the middle.

  “Sebastian,” she moans, pressing her pussy against my nose.

  “I think you like having your clothes ripped off, baby.”

  “Mmhmm,” she drowses, only giving me an answer to appease me. She is someone else in her head right now, and by how she is trying to get me between her legs, I’d say wherever she is, is a damn good place.

  Once she is naked, I strip too, and then I flip on the light. I have to see her like this. Naked. Wanting. Yearning. Hot. Fucking bothered. Horny. Lustful.

  She is fucking everything I need in this moment.

  Our eyes catch, and we check each other out at the same time. I am painfully hard, my cock jutted out ten inches, and the head is vermilion, a color I’ve never seen on myself before. It looks like I’m about to blow.

  We wait for the other to make the first move, and I feel like a virgin all over again, not knowing what to do.

  I know what to do.

  I step forward and connect our mouths again, letting that heat build and take over her bodies. My hand slides down her back and cups her ass, yanking a whimper from her, and I swallowed it, trapping it like a prized possession inside me.

  Side stepping her, I push her back, and she falls on the bed, spreading her legs to give me the view I’ve imagined since the moment I saw her walked through my door with Kendrick. She is a bright shade of pink, slick, and I wrap my hand around my cock, giving it a good pump before I settle between her thighs.

  I have no idea where to look.

  I can’t get my fill, but I know one thing. I want to take my time. I’m not going to rush this with her. I lay on my stomach, the comforter bunching under me and causing a vise for my cock. I grab her foot and kiss down her ankle, marveling at the delicate curve of her calf muscle, so fragile, so feminine and soft. I press a kiss behind her knee and then lick the skin there. It is softer, unused, and untouched by most of everything, and she arches her back, quivering from the unexpected hot spot.

  “Is that so?” I murmur against her flesh, giving the back of her knee another lick.

  “Oh, God,” she cries out, and her entire body spasms again.

  “I bet I could make you
come like this.” I give the patch of skin a kiss, watching her face as her lips purse. She cups her tits, massaging the pert nipples between her fingers.

  “I don’t know,” she says. “I don’t know what makes me come.”

  I pause, my lips hovering above her knee. I’m … confused. Didn’t she and Kendrick have sex? Another thought enters my mind, and it has me laying her leg gently on the bed and counting to ten like I usually do when I get angry. What if Kendrick didn’t care about her pleasure? What if he didn’t care about making her orgasm? I hate that she spent so much time with someone who didn’t even want to get to know her or explore her body the way she deserves.

  “Why did you stop?” she asks, her cheeks flush with arousal as if she’s running a marathon. Her hands still cover her breasts, and she stares down at me with confusion. It’s fucking adorable. Her lips part slightly and huff as she grows impatient, waiting for me to get my head out of my ass.

  My eyes focus on the triangle between her legs, pink and wet. She looks so fucking edible. I stroke her thighs with my hands and settle them on her hips, spreading her legs further until I see her clit, erect and waiting for me to give it what it so desperately wants. “I’m never going to stop, baby.” I kiss a path down her inner thigh. I’m going to focus on her tonight. I’m going to learn what her body loves. I’m going to make her fucking soar. With my fingers, my mouth, my cock.

  All of it.

  When she wakes up tomorrow, she’ll know her body more, but I’ll know it better.

  Her eyes roll back, and her lids close when I bury my face in between her legs. Her trimmed brown patch of hair tickles my nose, and my mouth waters when the sweet honey scent of her sticks to the insides of my cheeks, begging me to get on with it.

  I spent years wishing this was my fucking view instead of prison bars, instead of the ocean outside these walls. A dollop of cream drips from her winking tight hole, and I can’t control myself any longer. I flatten my tongue along her slit and groan when her nectar spreads across my tongue. It’s like tasting a decadent, gourmet meal for the first time. Her juice slides down the column of my throat effortlessly.

  “Yesss,” she hisses, tugging at the roots of my hair. “Sebastian, you feel so good. I’ve never…”

  I shove my tongue inside her, licking the velvet channel, feeling the saturated walls tighten around me. I spear her over and over, then pull out, dip through her folds, then suck her sensitive button into my mouth.

  “Sebastian!”

  Oh, the way she screams my name has me sucking her clit into my mouth harder. I swirl my finger in her wetness, getting it saturated, and then I slip it inside her. Her pussy clenches around me, and the tremors of her walls sucking me in to the knuckle almost have me unloading my come on the comforter. I’m wound up, and I know if she touches me, I’ll blow like fireworks on the fourth of July.

  I slip another finger in and press deeper until I come to a barrier. I freeze. Impossible. She has been with my brother for years. He has done unspeakable things to her, but as I press against her virginity, and she hisses, I know Kendrick didn’t take the one thing that was always meant to be mine.

  I lift my mouth from her and fall to my side, pumping my fingers in and out gently so she can get used to the feel. She turns her head, panting, staring at me with passion she can barely consume. She’s holding back.

  “He never touched you.” It is all I need to say. I know she can hear the awe in my voice, the curiosity and questions in those four small words.

  She shakes her head, and when I slide a third finger in, her chin touches her chest with how deep her jaw drops. “Sebastian.” Her hand slaps against mine, and for a second I think she is going to stop me, but she slides my fingers out then back in with a groan. “Harder. Faster,” she mewls.

  “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “You’re making me hurt more by not going faster. I need it, Sebastian. Please, don’t be easy on me. I’m not used to easy.”

  It is a dagger to the heart the way she said that.

  I lodge my fingers inside and bend over, claiming her mouth in a scorching kiss. “I know you aren’t. I’m not going to hurt you, though. You’ll take it easy until I’m ready to give you hard, okay?”

  Her eyes narrow, and her hands lay flat on my chest. Before I can think about what is happening, I am on my back and Gabriella is on top of me, guiding my cock to her entrance. “I want you now,” she says, and my brim parts her folds, the wet skin sounds as she parts for me, and my mouth opens on a silent moan.

  No.

  I don’t want her first time to be like this. She is so used to a man taking and taking from her that she doesn’t understand I want to give her passion.

  Pressing my hand against her hip, I flip us over until she is on her back. The head of my cock is an inch inside her, taking my fucking breath away.

  She writhes, trying to push down along my aching flesh, but I hold her still, making her wait.

  “Sebastian! Stop it. I want you. I need you. Please, I can’t take it anymore. I’m tired of waiting to know what it’s like to be this close to you. Just take me already!” She sounds on the verge of tears, and I brace my arms on either side of her head, then bend my head down, silencing her pleas with a kiss.

  The little brat isn’t going to fucking ruin this for us. No matter how hot she sounds begging for my cock.

  Chapter Sixteen

  GABRIELLA

  He was testing me.

  I don’t like to be tested.

  I’ve been examined for far too long, brought to the brink and back, and I’m done with it. I know what I want. I understand Sebastian’s reasons for wanting to take it slow, so he doesn’t hurt me, so he doesn’t rush me, and I love him more for it—I really, truly did—but I am so far gone caring about pain.

  What is a second of pain when I’ve been waiting for this to happen for the last seven years?

  Pain is secondary.

  Sebastian is priority.

  “Sebastian,” I say his name gently, tracing the dips and ridges of his back with my fingers. They slide down until I cup his ass and push him forward until the tip of his cock presses against that damn barrier. “I’m going to be very angry in about five seconds if you don’t put me out of my misery and give me what I want.” I’m surprised by the tone of my voice. I haven’t spoken like that in years. It isn’t meek or broken, but strong and daring, like the woman I used to be.

  “So mouthy. I should put something in it to keep you quiet,” Sebastian says, rocking with shallow thrusts. He buries his tongue in my mouth, sweeping me away in a kiss. It dawns on me that he just shut me up.

  Yet, he still didn’t take me.

  I’m starting to get discouraged. Maybe he doesn’t want me at all. I glance down where we are connected and see the thick shaft a third of the way inside me, and I forget how to breathe. I know he is big, but I didn’t think he was that big. How the hell does he fit?

  How could he be so afraid to have sex with me when I’m not afraid at all? Seven years I’ve lived in fear, seven damn years, and now fear isn’t even an emotion I feel right now. I slide my hands around his torso and trace the lines carve on his hips. “I’m starting to get the impression this is the last thing you want to do,” I sigh, and try to pull away, but he keeps me there, squeezing my shoulders to keep me in place. “Let me go, Sebastian. I’m not fighting anymore. I shouldn’t have to fight for everything. That time in my life is over. After so long, I’d think you’d want me, but—”

  He presses his finger against my mouth, and the torment in his eyes tells me my words hurt. His cock slides out of me, and the moment is fleeting. There is no way it could be saved.

  “I’m not ever going to let you go.” He pushes my hair out of my face and kisses me again. This time it is different, each movement of his mouth against mine is a stamp of certainty. He groans down my throat, and my annoyance flees. I wrap my arms around his neck, my fingers tickling over the bulged muscles of his
shoulders.

  I can’t help but compare him and his brother. Sebastian is broad, tall, and built, and he has added muscle giving him a slightly swollen appearance. He is sexy, veins in all the right places, and if I fling a quarter, it will bounce off his ass with no problem.

  Kendrick is even taller than Sebastian, and even bigger, like a body builder who drinks too many protein shakes. He has large arms and his gut protrudes, but not in a fat, jiggly way; in a muscular, bloated way.

  Sebastian is a real man while Kendrick, no matter how hard he tries, he could never measure up.

  I am breathless by the time I feel Sebastian reach between us and guide his cock to my hole. I gasp, and he steals my breath when he inches in. I shut my eyes, and he nibbles my bottom lip, then traces it with his tongue.

  “Look at me. I want to see you when I’m taking what’s mine, baby.”

  On his command, I flutter my eyes open. He looks fierce and determined. Seconds tick by, and he plunges forward, ripping through the thin veil that keeps us apart. I arch back, my nipples scraping across his chest, and his soft hair grazes across the sensitive peaks. “Sebastian,” I groan in relief and bite back the pain. It is nothing. It melts my heart to know he is worried that he might hurt me when I’ve experienced things that have left me broken for days.

  “Gabby.” My name is strangled in his throat. “You feel so fucking good. Jesus, you feel better than I dreamed.” He pushes himself up on his arm and looks down where we were connected, watching himself slide in and out. “Look at us, Gabby. Look how fucking hot you look taking my cock. You’re so wet, polishing my cock with how much you want me. Look at us.” Sebastian grips my chin and makes me look down.

  His stomach flexes and tightens with every rock forward, and my eyes can’t look away from the slight pink tinge sticking to his skin from my virginity.

  Sebastian picks up the pace, and his heavy sack starts to swing, slapping against my ass. “Is this what you want, Gabby?” He jerks my head back and licks the exposed flesh. “You want this cock?” he speaks the filth in my ear, whisper the feathered sounds on a soft grunt. He drives himself harder, yanking a loud cry from the depths of my chest. “Because I’ve been dreaming of this pussy, Gabby. It’s fucking haunted me ever since I met you. I can’t believe you’re finally mine. I’m never going to let you go. I’m going to stay buried inside you every day.” He tosses his head back, and the veins in his neck protrude as he shouts to the ceiling, chest stretched and sweaty, and his hair has fallen over his face to give him a troubled, mysterious appearance.