When she felt Creed at her entrance, her eyes slammed shut and she forgot all about coffee and sunlight and the fact that they were in the kitchen.
She squirmed against him, begging him with her body. He rocked against her hard, sending his cock sliding through her soaking wet folds. She gasped and mewled. Her palms flattened out against the cool granite.
“Just fucking do it,” she ground out. “Unless you aren’t sure where to put it.”
A deep chuckle rumbled through the air. She felt Creed’s chest heave with the effort. She craned her neck to the side and had to smile when she saw his grin. God, he was far too handsome when he smiled for real. Far, far too handsome. Even with the bruises and the cuts. Even with his hair cropped a little too short.
He smacked her hard, right on the ass. Kate went rigid. No one had ever spanked her before. She didn’t find that kind of shit hot, but when Creed did it… lord, it was unbelievably erotic. Pain bloomed from the spot where he’d slapped her and right behind it, the most incredible pleasure. He leaned in and licked her right below her earlobe.
“Trust me, darling, I know where to put it.”
She made a strangled sound in her throat, for once, lost for words. Creed took her earlobe between his teeth and nipped her lightly. He traced a delicious pattern with his tongue, right along her jawline.
“Maybe I just enjoy the show.”
“Better stop watching, in case you come early,” she panted.
He flexed his hips and his cock rubbed against her folds again. The head hit her clit and her hips bucked forward, grinding her pelvic bones right into the counter top. It hurt, but even the pain felt good, mixed with the pleasure overload consuming her.
Creed’s hand tangled in her long hair again. Not tangled. Fisted. He pulled her head back as his hand braced her hip.
“I just want to make sure you’re ready for me. In case you didn’t notice, I’m not exactly a small man.”
“I’ve had- bigger…” she rasped. It was hard to get words out when her head was pulled so far back.
He chuckled again, that confident laugh that told her he knew she was lying. He ran his index finger up the exposed column of her neck. He bent over her and his tongue followed the same pattern. He didn’t stop until he reached her lips. He kissed her again, hungrily. She kissed him with equal ferocity and they went to war, battling each other’s lips, fighting each other’s mouths, consuming each other.
When Creed broke away, black spots danced in front of her vision. “Do you want me to fuck you now?”
“Yes,” Kate whimpered. She pushed her hips back as far as they could go, back into Creed’s rock hard pelvis. He groaned at the contact, so she did it again.
He let go of her hair and both hands came to her waist. “I’m warning you, this isn’t going to be gentle. I want you too much for that.”
“I don’t need it to be gentle,” she gasped. “I just need you.”
“Finally, you admit it.”
“I didn’t mean it like that. What I meant was, I need your cock.”
He shifted his hips, fitting his cock to her entrance. He paused there and so did she. When she felt how big he was, she actually thought about telling him to stop. Which was madness. Her body craved him. She wanted him. Even if he was big. Even if he hurt her. Even if he fucked her until she was aching and couldn’t walk… she wanted it. She wanted all of it.
He rocked against her, pushing inside an inch. The pain and pleasure were so sweet, she nearly screamed. A strangled sound escaped her throat and her hands fisted on the counter top.
Creed pushed in another inch and groaned. “God, you’re so damn tight.”
“What did you expect?” she panted.
“Just this. Exactly this. I just didn’t think it would feel this good.”
She wanted to say something sharp and biting to take back the upper hand, but she knew what he meant. She knew it would feel good- she just didn’t expect the white hot pleasure that ripped through every shard of her being.
Creed didn’t hesitate any longer. He lost it, just like she did. He pushed inside, filling her up with a single hard thrust. She screamed as the pressure that had built so sharp and fast exploded inside of her like a damn bomb. She rode the waves of her climax, ecstasy spreading through every limb and nerve ending and pleasure receptor she had in her body.
“Looks like coming in ten seconds isn’t reserved just for me,” Creed said thickly over her shoulder.
Kate shuddered. She trembled around him and writhed against him. His fingers dug into her hips and ass. He groaned as her inner muscles spasmed around him. He flexed his hips and pushed inside further, further than she thought was possible. He hit spots she didn’t know existed even in her own body.
“Fuck,” she panted.
“You feel amazing,” he groaned. “So fucking tight. So fucking good. Better than I ever could have imagined.”
When Creed moved, Kate was thrust right back up into the stars. He pulled out and pushed back in, filling her, stretching her. It hurt, but the pain was delicious. He was right. She’d never had anyone half as big as he was. And she loved it. She loved his cock. She loved how soft and hard he was against her opening when he pulled out, how he felt like he was going to rip her in half as he pushed back in.
His fingers kneaded the flesh of her ass as he started to lose it too. His thrust became harder and faster, creating a rhythm that was hot and frantic. Kate threw back her head, not sure whether she was actually coming again or whether it just felt that damn good. Her body was on fire, the sounds of their joining reaching her, his flesh smacking against hers, her body hitting the counter, her knees slamming into the cupboards. She inhaled and smelled the scent of what they were creating, something sharp and primal and delicious.
Creed dragged her away from the counter a foot. She gripped the edge, shocked, with her hands.
“Watch me baby,” he commanded. “Watch me fill you up.”
Her eyes snapped open and her head titled down without even thinking. She obeyed him instantly, because she really, really, wanted to see. He’d been getting a show the entire time and now he was giving her a turn.
She watched as he pulled out of her, his cock, heavy and swollen, the tip an angry red, shiny and slick from being inside of her. Her legs nearly gave out as she watched him push back in, disappear inside of her.
She watched him do it over and over and over until the fires inside of her were a roaring inferno. Until the fire turned to ice and water and doused her with cold, shocking waves. Her eyes slammed shut all on their own and she was lost. Tumbling, coming, screaming, panting, grasping at the counter, clawing at the granite. She came harder than she ever had in her life. Came until her insides ached and she didn’t know if she was actually conscious at all, or if she’d passed out or if she was dreaming it all. She came until her legs were water and it was only Creed’s arms wrapped around her waist that held her upright.
With a roar, he thrust deep inside of her and she felt him explode. He filled her with hot, wild jets. She expected him to still, to stop, to go limp against her, to give her the break she so desperately needed, but of course, because Creed wasn’t anything familiar, anything that she knew, because he was nothing that she expected, he gripped her waist, pulled out of her, and slammed her up on the counter top.
He spread her legs, his cock still harder than a damn rock, and thrust back inside of her. She had no choice but to wrap her trembling thighs around his waist, lock her arms around his neck and hold on.
His thrusts were slower this time, slow and even, filling her with each hard stroke. His lips slanted over hers and his kiss was gentle, but no less consuming. He kissed her with a new tenderness that frightened her even more than his hard passion did. She could deal with him claiming her body. She’d never been able to deal with the other shit. The emotional shit. The shit that she felt deep in her chest like a horrible, wretched ache.
As he pleasured her body and kissed her
sweetly, as his hand gripped her breast and circled her nipple, Kate knew she was afraid.
She was afraid of him.
Afraid of what he was doing to her. Of what he was doing to her heart.
Creed broke away and whispered against her lips. “Come for me baby. Come one more time.” His hand fell away from her breast and slid between them. He circled her clit, slowly and gently. It set her off and she did as he asked, coming again.
The climax was different, less painful, deep inside of her, raw and aching like she’d never felt it. She couldn’t remember actually coming so many times so close together.
She whimpered and cried out and as Creed’s hips bucked one last time and he shuddered against her, his groans of pleasure mingled with hers. They stayed wrapped up together, their bodies cooling, their skin clammy and sweaty, their chests heaving.
Kate kept her eyes closed. She inhaled Creed’s wonderful, masculine scent. The scent of his sweat, the musky, salty tang of sex, the deeper, spicier, more erotic scent that belonged to him as a man.
Tears flooded her eyes and ran in hot lines down her cheeks. She knew he was right.
She was his.
Chapter 12
CREED
He was still warm, still hard, still throbbing inside of her. He was far from sated. God, if he had her every single day for the rest of his life, he’d be far from sated.
It was too soon, but he didn’t have the luxury of time. Neither of them did. He brushed away a strand of hair that clung to Kate’s cheek. He tucked it behind her ear and caressed the other ebony strands.
She looked up at him, a sheen of water in her eyes. He didn’t miss the silvery tracks that had already dried on her cheeks.
He knew. He knew why she was crying. Because what they’d just done wasn’t like anything he’d done before in his life.
There were others. Other women. He wasn’t always sober. He’d done a lot of shit he wasn’t proud of, Jim’s orders. What Jim said, went. Even if he was spiraling out of control. Even if he fed on the power and they’d gone from being a band of brothers who supported each other, who kept each other safe, a bunch of misfits who didn’t fit into society but fit there, to something he didn’t want to think about.
Jim was off his fucking rocker. Fueled by the booze and the women, the blow and the power trip he got from taking over for Crow after the guy caught a bullet right between the eyes. Jim had turned into something no one even recognized anymore.
Just like Slim Rick.
Why do all the good things eventually have to go to shit?
He turned Kate’s face up and stared deep into her sky blue eyes. Not this. I’m not letting this go. This is always going to be this good. I’ll fight for it. I’ll fight for her.
“I know this is going to scare you,” he said roughly. His cock flexed inside of her and she gasped. “But I’ve never had anyone to fight for. Anyone that I wanted to without being given an order because I was a part of something and couldn’t see a way out. I’ve done what they said. I’ve done it blindly. This is the first thing I’ve done for me in my entire life. This is the first good thing.”
She reached up between his hands and took his face between her slender palms in a mirror image of how he held her. “No,” she whispered. “I don’t believe that. You’ve done good things. You’re a good man. You’re not whatever you’ve done. The past is the past.”
“It’s not over. Those men, they’re coming for me. Because once you swear an oath to them, they own you for life. You lay down who you were and you become one of them. There isn’t any getting out unless you go down in a body bag. And believe me, when they put you down, you’d never get the pleasure of being bagged up. No one runs because no one is that stupid.”
“Why are you here?” Kate’s eyes went wide. “If no one runs, what happened?”
“I- got tired of the shit. Honestly, it used to be good. Those guys used to be like a family for me. Then we had a change in leadership and the guy is a… he’s a prick.”
She snorted softly and he smiled back at her. “A prick, hey?”
“Really, he is. He’s unhinged. He’s a strong guy. Been part of the club since it started. He’s been waiting to take over. It was probably him who put the last guy in the ground, though he’d never admit it. There’s a code of honor between us. At least, there used to be. Guys are supposed to die for each other. We’re a brotherhood.”
“It sounds like a fraternity.”
“I wish it was. Frat boys. No, they’re not frat boys. These are dangerous dudes.”
“I…” she ran her hand over his cheek. “They can’t find you. You’ll get out. They won’t…”
“I know. We’re going to get away. Tonight. We’ll leave tonight.”
“We?” she gaped up at him. “Creed, I can’t just- leave. I have a life- a- my sister, my family. I can’t just go away with you. I don’t even know you.”
“You do know me.” He brought his lips to hers and kissed her long and hard. Kissed her until he couldn’t breathe. “You know me. You see me. You’re the first person who ever has. You look at me and you see right through me. I never believed I could be anyone. I joined this shit because it was a way to survive. A way to stay alive. A way to give my life- meaning. I’ve never felt anything until you. You make me feel alive. You give me hope. Ever since the first second I opened my eyes and saw you, I just knew.”
“I don’t believe in that,” Kate panted. She planted a palm on his chest and tried to push him away, but his hands fell to his shoulders and he refused to let her go. “I don’t believe in love or being completed or any of that shit. Those are lies, just fairy tales. That’s the reason people like them so much. Fairy tales, movies, stories. It’s because they provide an escape from real life. They make people want to believe that love like that exists, but it doesn’t.”
“You’re right,” he agreed and her head snapped up. Her eyes searched his, confused at his ready capitulation. “Love like that is a lie. I don’t believe in it either. It doesn’t just happen. It doesn’t just creep you and hit you. People don’t fall into anything. They don’t find it.”
Her brow arched. “And you’re suddenly an expert.”
“No.” He shook his head and captured her hand, which was still planted on his chest. “No, I don’t know anything about that stuff. I was raised by a junkie mother and was in and out of foster homes. I joined one club after another, searching for a family, a place to belong. It was as much about that as about survival.” He hesitated. “I’ve never told anyone that before.”
Kate’s eyes filled up with tears. She looked at him like she was searching for something, searching him, trying to find more, when really he was just who he was. What he was on the surface was what lay below. For the first time in his life, he wanted there to be more. He wanted to be something different, something better, for her.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“I’m not.” He squeezed her hand. “Because if all that shit didn’t happen, I wouldn’t be here. I wouldn’t be here and I wouldn’t know how to keep you safe. I am here now. This was meant to happen.”
“So suddenly you believe in fate?”
“No. I believe in making you mine. In taking you with me. I swear to you, I will keep you safe. I’ll do everything in my power to make you happy. I might be broken when it comes to love- when it comes to all of it, but I’ll try and put the pieces back together. I- you make me feel- like it’s… possible to be complete.”
A sharp scuffling sound across the kitchen brought both their heads up.
Creed froze. No. No, it’s not possible.
It wasn’t possible, but there they were, the three of them, men he once considered brothers. Core was tall and slim with greasy dark hair and ugly tattoos that sprawled over much of his body including his face. Hornet was the exact opposite. Short, fat, blonde. The only thing he had in common was that he was just as ugly. Then there was Bandit, a newer member to the club. His head was sh
aved, shiny bald. He had a decent face, which was really too bad, considering in a few years it would be as ugly as the rest of the lot. The booze and the blow and the hard living would catch up with him sooner or later. The guy might be new, but he was already a valued member of the club. He was real good at tracking and even better at getting into places people tried to keep him out of. Locked doors meant nothing to him.
They’d let themselves in, the three of them, while he was too busy, too caught up in Kate to even be aware that they were there. They could have been there the entire time, watching, and he wouldn’t have known.
He’d lost his senses, lost himself in her. He’d failed her. They were there and he could do nothing to protect her. Nothing. He’d just sworn to keep her safe and it was already an oath he was going to be forced to break. He couldn’t take on three of them. He might be desperate, but he wasn’t stupid. If it was just him, he’d consider it, but Kate was right there, trembling in his arms.
“Isn’t that sweet?” Core ground out. He licked his lips when he eyed up Kate’s naked body.
Rage flooded Creed’s veins. He swore that the guy would die for looking at his woman that way.
“Two little lovers,” Hornet added. His smile was no less malicious. “Did he tell you, darling, that he raped our President’s daughter?”
Kate stiffened in his arms. She didn’t pull away, but when her eyes met his and he saw the grain of doubt in their depths, his heart shattered. He felt his lips flatten out and he did his best, as he turned, to block her from view.
“Leave her alone,” he growled. “I’ll come with you. Gladly. Just leave her out of this. She’s done nothing. We have rules against harming innocent people.”
Bandit shrugged. He might be new and he might be decent looking, but he was already just as bad as the rest of them. “She’s not innocent now, is she? You just sat here and told her that she was a part of you now. You said she was yours. You thought you could get away and start a life with her. We all heard it.”
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