Merciless King: A Hero Club Novel

by Ellie Jean

  “Name it.” My mouth needs to be on her pussy, my dick out, then coated by her juices as soon as possible.

  “I drive, we go to your place and on the way, we stop for battered fried cheese bites ‘cause I’m starving.” She keeps a straight face.

  “I don’t see any problems there. Nothing more?” Placing my arm around her waist like I’ve known her for at least a few days, not five minutes, my fingers have a mind of their own and want to explore her skin underneath her tight top.

  “Crap, I forgot one other thing.” Spearing me with her serious gaze, I am transfixed. “Once I’ve feasted on my heavenly food, I need you to fuck me rough first, then lick my pussy ‘til I’m ready to have my body shatter. Then before I fall apart, I want to climb on top of you and ride you until we both succumb to mind blowing orgasms.”

  Shit…

  Where has this girl been hiding?

  Strong, graceful, knows how to speak her mind and what she wants, killer body and lips I want all over my body. Preferably around my cock.

  “Sounds fucking perfect to me.” I won’t let her know, but when I’m fucking someone, I do it how I want.

  I’m in charge.

  I set the pace.

  I’ll give her everything she’s been missing, plus more.

  But on my terms.

  Caroline

  “Aren’t they the best?” Biting into the succulent hot batter, hit next with creamy cheese, I could die now and go to heaven. “Nothing comes close to how divine these fingers are.”

  “I’ll show you some other fingers that will leave a lasting impression.”

  Whipping my head up, Chuck is grinning from ear to ear. My insides melt looking at his rugged face covered with a dark stubble. Honey-colored eyes bore back at me. There’s a small fresh cut near his eyebrow and his cheeks have a reddish purple hue to them. I try to scan his face thoroughly without it being too obvious.

  “I will hold you to that.” Swallowing the last mouthful, I wash it down with chocolate vodka we purchased on the way to his apartment located surprisingly in Manhattan. His black shirt and black wash jeans don’t look like the usual business attire for someone living on the Upper East Side. I would have stayed clear if I thought it was a possibility. Sick of stuck up suits and privileged bastards, I wanted something different.

  Who the fuck am I trying to fool?

  Once my eyes set on his muscly arms and smile, I knew he was exactly what I needed.

  Tonight was about having a one-night stand, far away from my reality. Like the days before Dex and I hooked up. Dexter and I used each other for sex and nothing more, and I still, after years, haven’t found the right guy for me. Our arrangement at the time suited us both, attending business functions together and having sex when either of us needed the release. Unfortunately, I was dropped quicker than a hot potato when his now-wife came along. Shifting to one-night stands afterward and being used as eye candy on another mogul’s arm, it was time to go out and find what I actually want and need. Tired of being at the beck and call of men, it was time to be the girl who I want to be, not told to be.

  “But first, have you been in trouble tonight? Should I be worried the cops will come looking for you?”

  Sitting on his black leather couch, he smirks again. This must be his trademark look because he looks so fucking hot when he does it. There wouldn’t be a soul alive who wouldn’t swoon over ‘his smirk.’ I’m getting wet from just looking at his relaxed muscly body and his sexy grin.

  “I wouldn’t say I have been in any trouble tonight. In fact, far from it. I can’t say the same for my opponent. He will be sore, with a few broken ribs and black eyes. A concussion too due to me knocking him out cold.” His lips curl around the green beer bottle and he casually tips it back, still staring at me.

  “Ooohh. I feel bad for the other guy.” Kicking off my shoes, I get comfortable on the seat opposite him. I should be worried I am in a strange man’s apartment, who is trained to punch and maim others, but all I can focus on is his lips and tongue, moving sensually when he talks.

  “I’ve got a few sore areas that need some attention. Can I show you?” Still smirking, he starts to lift his shirt, and I see a few purple patches covering his skin. He drops it again, taunting me.

  My tongue skims my mouth and my body is gearing up to pounce. “You look hurt too.” There’s only lust in my words, no sympathy. My fingers clamp together to stop myself from reaching out and touching him.

  “My opponent went into the fight knowing who he was facing. I’m a professional heavyweight boxer. Most go in the ring expecting to come out hurt. I don’t. I won’t let myself be defeated.” A serious look overcomes his features, and he leans down to undo his shoes, kicking them off.

  “That’s kind of egotisti—”

  Chuck pulls his black muscle shirt above his head and reveals taut, bruised washboard abs with a handful of tattoos covering his firm skin. I’m speechless. Mute. Drool almost flows from my gaping mouth.

  “Like something you see?” Playfulness in his voice tells me he is grinning again, and at my expense.

  “Schnookerdookies,” I yell, wiping my hands over my face.

  Chuck jumps but laughs. “What the hell?”

  “What?”

  “You yelled at the top of your lungs some word I’ve never heard of.”

  I drain the end of my drink. “Oh. Yeah sorry, I have a habit of saying that word instead of swearing.”

  “You didn’t just say it, you screamed it.” There’s a smile on his face, but confusion as well.

  “It doesn’t have the same effect if I don’t yell it I’ve found.” I look at him and say, “Schnookerdookies.”

  He laughs out loud. “No, it doesn’t.”

  I incline my head. “See.” I’m laughing and maybe I’ve had too much to drink. My stomach is fluttering like I have a thousand small finches flapping their wings inside me.

  Watching me, like he’s a hunter who has just found the extinct Dodo Bird, I bow my head to try and clear it. A wave of light-headedness takes over when I lift it, magnetized instantly to the smirk. I shut my eyes and re-open them slowly.

  “Is that smirk a permanent fixture or reserved for me?”

  “No one’s ever said anything about it before, so I’m going to say it’s all for you.” Standing up, he saunters toward me, humor gone from his face. How someone so huge and built can saunter boggles my mind. But Chuck has it down to a frigging art form and my eyes can’t move from his gloriousness.

  “You sure your body doesn’t need to heal?” Crap, what am I saying? Please, someone kick my ass. I want this guy all over me, touching me with those hands and rubbing his smooth skin all over me.

  “Specific instructions were given to me by a seductive, hot woman forty minutes ago. I don’t like to let people down if I say yes.”

  Warm, soft breath wafts past my face as he leans down and places his arms on the material on either side of my head.

  “You’re a man of his word?” I try to breathe in as deep as I can to take in his fresh smell.

  “If you can’t trust someone on their word, then you have nothing worth developing. Being a boxer, dealing with multiple people, I can spot a con a mile away. They think because I get hit in the head numerous times, I should be stupid. I’m clearly not, since I brought you back here. One of my best decisions, I’d say. So, if I give someone my word, I keep it ‘cause I don’t give it out easily. I’ve been burned too many times.”

  “Oh…” My lips are millimeters from where they want to land first, but I don’t move. I’m transfixed by his strength and words.

  His mouth does ‘my smirk’ and I heat up, blushing. How fucking embarrassing. “Can I get on with my instructions now?”

  I need him to start so my teenage-like awkwardness is overlooked. “Hell yes.” A moan escapes but is swallowed by his lips consuming my mouth. His knees land on the cushion next to mine, straddling me.

  I’m surrounded.

 
Caught.

  And I want more.

  Moving in unison with his lips, my hands roam around his neck, lightly feathering his skin, taking in every tingle zipping through me. Muscles on his shoulders stand proud and I move my fingers to his back, trying to touch more of him.

  “What?” Startled by a sudden move, he’s straightened up with me wrapped around his torso. My corset snug against his large chest. My boobs wishing they were naked against him.

  “Wrap those legs around me, Blossom, and hang on.”

  Crap, looks like he noticed the blush. Happy to oblige, my legs quickly take hold and my lips find his neck. Taking us to a room which has a king-size bed covered with a plush looking indigo comforter, I am ready for him to be inside me.

  “Umm…” My back hits the floor, and he’s leaning over me. “The bed?”

  “The plan is to fuck you hard first. Right?”

  “Yes.”

  “You still want that?” A serious face stares at me, waiting for my response.

  “More than I did an hour ago.” My blush returns. I have no idea why. Chuck has a way of making me feel vulnerable. Which I never am. Or I should correct myself, never let anyone see I am.

  “Good.” Sitting back on his knees, warm hands slide up the curves of my hips and move to my front. His fingers untie the front of my corset and slowly he unlaces the cord so my boobs break free from their restraints.

  “Hell. I knew your tits would be spectacular, but I wasn’t prepared for how luscious they would actually look.” Gazing at me like he’s uncovered the Queen’s jewels, I blush again.

  “Blossom, your blush you have going makes my cock harder.”

  The lust in his eyes is unhinging me. I need to be in control. Leaning forward, I try to grab his neck.

  “Ohh…” His teeth graze my pebbled nipple and his hands roam my skin. His mouth sucking and nipping both breasts. My breath hitches as he bites down.

  Spearing forward, my hips jerk up with the pleasure sprinting its way down to my pussy. I can’t hold back any longer, my hands make their way down to his jeans and try to undo his zipper. Great minds think alike. Fingers grasp at my jeans, loosening them and I wiggle my ass to help. Chuck’s tongue slides down my stomach, alighting every nerve cell in its path.

  “You taste so good.”

  Don’t you dare stop.

  Closing my eyes, I inhale, softly speaking. “Your touch sends ripples through me.”

  I want more.

  Chuck stands, leaving my pussy jealous. I wanted his lips caressing my jewel. I slowly open my eyes, trying to steady my rapid breathing to take in his masculinity. Pulling down his jeans, the lust in his eyes mimics mine.

  He’s devouring me.

  I’m savoring him.

  Fuck, I’m staring at his long, thick cock as he covers it with a condom.

  “Just like you asked, hard first? Right?”

  Lunging forward, I barely get out “yes” before his naked body covers mine. Our lips meet and his cock nudges at my entrance. It’s fast, rough, and frantic like my pulse.

  One hand reaches between my legs and his finger flicks my clit, jolting me into his strong body. “You’re so fucking ready for me.” Grasping at my hips, he lifts my ass, spearing into me with his length.

  “Dear God.” My hands plant firmly on the floor and I watch with awe how his powerful body moves, rocketing into me.

  Hard, just how I asked.

  My tits sway with his fast-paced rhythm and I watch his light eyes roam every part of my body, smirking as he notices me climbing higher and higher under his expert and precise pounding. Hitting deep within, his cock thrusts fast, and still, he looks at me. I swear he can read my body, but it’s more, it’s as though he wants to read it. Chuck is studying each hitch of breath, each jerk of my body, the movement of my hands clenching in anticipation of screaming in orgasm. He moves his dick accordingly.

  My eyes roll back with the bliss traveling through my spine toward my pussy. I’m close to the bright light.

  “What the…?”

  The steel length is ripped from my pussy and I’m flipped over.

  “On all fours, Blossom. Now.” Roughly spoken, his hands wrap around my hips, lifting my ass so I can get on my knees. I rest on my elbows, trying to work out what just happened to my orgasm.

  Warmth spreads over my back as Chuck leans across me, reaching forward and massaging my tits, pinching my nipples, sending me back to where I was seconds ago.

  A whisper makes me shudder. “I’m going to eat your delectable pussy now.”

  Running his soft lips along my spine, he pushes my legs wider apart and rests his large hand on my back, holding me still. Heat spreads up my toes with each lap of his tongue. Circling my clit, his fingers have moved to bite into my flesh around my hips. I’m powerless to do anything but enjoy this ride he’s giving me. His tongue plunges into my wetness, alternating with him sucking my nub. Chuck groans. I push my ass back, taking everything he has to offer.

  A lightning strike rivets through my channel, sending me into a frenzy. My pussy clenches and it needs Chuck’s cock inside me. Sliding forward, I somehow get myself into an upright position and lunge at Chuck, pushing him backward. Luckily he’s flexible and can move his legs fast. Insanity and need takes over me.

  “I hope you’re ready.”

  Sinking onto his cock, I sigh with relief. Blinding white lights soars through me as I lean back and take Chuck’s length.

  “Caro, fuck, you’re perfect.”

  Meeting my speed with his thrusting hips, I slide over his dick like we were specifically designed to fit together.

  “Ohh… Lordy.” Another strike catapults through me as Chuck rams his dick completely into me and stills, clutching my ass, pulling me onto him more. Which isn’t possible because he’s so deep, I’m surprised he hasn’t hit my rib cage.

  “Blossom… fuck…” Jerking in and out a few more times, I savor his expression on his handsome face. He stills as I flop against his heaving torso. My heartbeat, or is it Chuck’s, thuds in my ears. I can’t talk. Again.

  Breathless but I can tell he is smirking, Chuck asks, “Did I fulfill your instructions?”

  You blew my mind, knocked my socks off, bowled me over, rocked my world like no other and fucked me so flawlessly, but all I can manage is a nod.

  Chuck.

  The professional boxer.

  My one-night stand.

  Destroyed me.

  I’m going to need more.

  Chuck

  Bang. Bang.

  “Hmmm.” Licking my lips, a dryness hits my tongue. My body moves slowly, trying to wake up.

  Bang. Bang. Bang.

  “What the fuck?” It’s post-fight night and every fucking person knows not to come around here.

  I have a set ritual.

  Fight. Quick discussion of fight with the team. Shower. Beers with Andre and Cristo then home until I come out. No one comes near me until I leave my apartment. Which is usually Tuesday morning when I go to work. Going through the fight in my own head after the event is what I do. I analyze each aspect; my footwork, speed, jabs, strength of punches and mistakes. I like to have everything accounted for. Improving where needed.

  Last night I changed the routine.

  Fuck… it’s worth it.

  Blossom blindsided me.

  Rendering me into a fucking fool.

  Doing as she requested, I took her sexy body and made it scream while she rode my cock with expert precision, milking every ounce of cum from me. She laid me out flat and knocked the fucking world from beneath me.

  I was out.

  And for longer than ten seconds.

  No one’s managed to do this and many have tried.

  Bang. Bang. Bang.

  “Open up.” Nizo’s rough voice penetrates the wooden door.

  I’d said those exact words a few times last night. And she had, without any hesitation. Christ, she barged through me, laying me out literally. By the
time I regained consciousness, Caro was gone.

  Stretching my arms above my head, irritation flows through me for fucking falling asleep and now being woken up.

  “Fuck, Nizo.” I turn the handle and open up. “What do you want? You know I hate to be disturbed.” Nizo and Sal are both there.

  “You’re needed. Go and get dressed. We leave in five.” Sal sits on the couch, eyeballing me. The empty plates from last night’s feast stares me in the face as well. Why didn’t I get her number?

  Nizo paces the floor. I don’t move.

  “What’s this about?”

  “You’ll find out, but we need you dressed and in the car now. So hurry the fuck up.” Nizo’s face is red, his breaths short, and he’s yelling. Nizo is controlled, calculated even. I haven’t seen him like this.

  Deciding to do as asked, I move to the bedroom, dress and grab my phone and wallet.

  “This better have something to do with organizing the fight between me and Wilders or I’m gonna be pissed.” Approaching the men, they go to the door and I close it behind me.

  Outside, the sun’s high in the sky. I’d slept half the day away and let Caro get away at the same time. I’m such an idiot.

  Nizo’s black SUV is parked illegally and there’s four other large cars parked with their engines running. Sal and Nizo climb in as I look inside the cars. There’re men from my team I recognize, but there’re others in the car who aren’t familiar. Finally, they must be taking me seriously and making my team bigger and better to deal with the impending world title fight.

  “Get in, Chuck.”

  Standing tall, I nod at the occupants who are scanning me and then around the street and get in.

  The hard work I’ve put in for over ten years is going to be recognized.

  Nothing will stop this from happening.

  Forty-five pminutes later, we arrive at Murray Hill in Scarsdale. Limited talk has me on edge. Music turns on after my fifth time of asking “Where are we going” and “is this about the title?” There were no responses to any of my questions.