Born for Silk (The Cradled Common)

Chapter 6

Chapter Six

Rome

Though keenly aware of Kong at the door with my captive, my body struggles to not consume her whole. To not sink my teeth into her shoulder, thrust my cock through her seal, split her open to take me.

I can still feel her warm arse on my palm. I had to restrain myself, holding back so I didn’t belt her to a swollen mess. Bruises are merely an expectation when I fuck a woman, hurting them even when I try not to.

“I will give you a few moments to settle after that punishment.” I draw circles with my fingers in her silky black hair, calming myself down as much as her.

I lost my temper.

Furious about the scene with Odio.

Maddened by the eyes on her.

And then she swept Ana behind her, protecting the potential heir as though she were born to do it— conditioned to place that unnamed, untitled fetus above all else.

I sigh hard.

My hand smooths down her hair, fingers lazily dipping to her jaw before digging into her chin. I force her to look up at me.

Big, violet-coloured eyes peer up, eclipsed by long black lashes. “Time to get to know each other, little creature. I know you Silk Girls protect your seal, but do you also protect your lips? Has anyone else besides that fucker Endigo been on these?” I ask, swiping my thumb over the plump flesh of her rosy lower lip. She has been around the Guard, doctors, and other Trade men, most of her life. My tone deepens with warning. The answer better fucking be no. “Anyone licked them? Has anyone thrust between them so deep you couldn’t breathe, but you revelled in every moment of that sweet suffocation?”

Her breaths became shallow, eyes wide, blinking faster. My little blinker. Swallowing, she can only shake her head.

The correct answer curves my lips up in one corner.

“On your knees and open your mouth. You want attention—” I smirk and begin to undo my belt. “Let’s see if you like it. Everything has a consequence.”

I know this is fucked, but it won’t be the first time a Silk Girl was played with before she was claimed. Or even after. Only the womb is sacred, not the mouth. I didn’t—don’t— intend on claiming her to carry my heir. I will hurt her. I know this. I’ll stretch her too wide; I’ll bruise her… Fuck. And for fucking reasons I do not appreciate, I despise the thought of destroying her more than I want her wet pussy clenching around me.

But fuck …

Only slightly more.

She tries not to touch me, her little hands held by her sides, hesitant to do anything. A soft breath leaves her as she lifts to her knees between my thighs, staring at the leather of my belt open at the buckle. “Let’s see if you can handle the kind of attention you are recklessly seeking.” I lift my hips and lean backward. “Take out my cock.”

Shaky fingers reach up to work the zipper down, and that sweet nervous energy is all it takes to harden my cock, fill it with blood in front of her as she unwraps it.

By the time she gets the zipper down, I’m so fucking hard that my cock jerks into the air, so heavy and thick it feels like a solid tungsten rod.

Her eyes widen.

“Now, my sweet little creature” —I reach for the base, grab a hold, and squeeze upward to the tip, shuddering with the need to explode across her inexperienced pink lips— “Lick.”

She leans down and at the first little lick, I groan and start to tug my length. I pump hard, jerking my cock to its full angry potential, veins rising with blood, while she licks the tip like a kitten lapping at fucking milk. “More. Open your mouth. You’ll only be able to suck the head, but I need to see you try for more. Try your hardest, sweet creature, to pleasure your king.”

A look of consideration flitters in her eyes as though my words were a true challenge to her soul. I like her even more in this moment.

I am mindful of the men waiting outside the door, but I don’t give a fuck. They can wait.

She opens her mouth and rolls the swollen head between her lips and fuck… She suddenly moves, positions herself ready to go to war with my cock, hands meeting my tight thighs, and, as I jerk myself up and down, she bobs to suck my blood-filled crown.

My head drops back to the seat as I groan, heat hitting my temples and coiling around the base of my spine.

With my bicep burning as I work my cock, I roar, “Enter!” to the closed door. I’m about ready to explode over my little creature’s pink lips, and I need him to witness this. To see who she belongs to. "The next time you think about drawing attention to yourself, I want you to remember this.” I growl to her. “Hmm? Remember all the ways you’ll be punished."

Kong strides in, shoving Lord Darwin forward until he falls to his hands and knees. He is gagged and already beaten.

Kong stands behind him. Darwin’s eyes widen on me before darting to the Silk Girl sucking me dry.

Mine. My hard stare snarls the claim before I even admit it to myself. I will have her. I will keep her. If not to carry my heirs, then to sit like a pet at my feet. I will keep her.

So we need one less lord.

“Concentrate on me, little creature. Don’t stop sucking your king, no matter what you hear.” I stare at Kong. “Spill him.”

Kong reaches around Darwin’s throat and drags a slivery blade across the column, carving a scarlet seam into his flesh. A man I have known my entire life. A man who fought battles beside me, drank whiskey with me, grew up with me. His carotid arteries gush as my balls begin to squeeze to the same thundering tempo.

My snarl is savage as I grab black hair and shove her warm, wet mouth down my cock, stretching her throat, hearing gags and gargles and splutters of blood to my climax. It’s a symphony— a damn work of art; the pulse of my cock flooding her mouth; the beat of his heart spurting blood over the banquet hall; my little creature’s eyes watering as she nearly drowns on the cum I unload into her virgin mouth.

And that is what you get.

When you touch my property.

I shudder as I finish. I drop my head backward and loosen my hold on her hair, allowing her to lift her head, the end of my cock sliding from her throat.

She gasps for air.

Fuck me, she’s pretty.

Still holding her close, I keep her angled away from the sight of Kong dragging Darwin’s body through a seeping bloody puddle and out of the dining room.

I tuck my cock into my pants.

After a few deep breaths, feeling less tight and territorial, I peer down at her.

Violet eyes, black hair, rosy lips, and a flush of arousal that burns a trail down her neck and across her chest. She is lovely and needy, but she doesn’t know what for. She has no idea that the past two first-lights in the Medi-deck before The Circle to her room, she was shot with an ovum-triggering serum along and a cocktail on prenatal vitamins.

I smooth her hair down from where I tangled the strands, petting her softly. “That’s a girl. No need to draw attention to yourself anymore.”

Wincing, she tries to hide the roll of her jaw as it seemingly cramps. I frown and reach between my thighs to massage her cheeks. “Does your jaw hurt? You may speak.”

“Yes, my king.”

“Now, we can’t have that.” I roll my fingers and thumb over her jaw. “You’ll need to practise more.”

“So… This will happen again?”

“Adore. Pleasure. I’m quite enamoured with you, can’t you tell? But don’t test me. I’m not a knight in shining armour. Nothing shining about me. Every inch of my soul is tarnished and calloused. I have been through wars, started them, not just dressed for them. Understand?”

“Yes, my king.”

My hand falls from her face. I nod to the door, needing her gone before she finds a new tunnel in my mind to dig into. “You may return to the carnival. Be quiet and well-behaved.”

Her shoulders sag, and my lips twitch with a smile. “You said it was time to get to know each other.”

I raise a brow, peer down. “Excuse me?”

“You said it was time to get to know each other .” She hesitates and shuffles. My eyes follow her little wiggle of nerves. “So, do I get a question, too?”

Well fuck. “Very well.”

“Actually, my king.” She sits back on her heels. A little pet at my feet, shoulders lower than my knees, face the same size as my palm. “May I have two questions? One isn’t about you. So, it’s not a get-to-know-you question.”

“Intrigued. Go ahead.”

“What happened behind me just now? I heard… choking noises.”

I frown at her. Blood. Death. My orgasm rushing out at the same time as my old friend’s blood… I can’t say it.

Were she any other girl, I would explain in detail what I just watched while she licked my cock, but I can’t seem to bring myself to utter the words. Why the fuck not? And this restriction, this consideration , reminds me of Tuscany. All the lies I’ve spoken in honour of her purity. The truths I keep from her, to keep her innocent.

“I can handle it,” she presses.

Reaching between my thighs, I hold her cheek and stroke my thumb over the soft, blushing skin. “My Trade is brutal and violent, yours never will be again.”

Fuck knows where that came from.

I clear my throat and lean back. “And the other question? Make it quick.”

“Are you pure Xin De?”

My eyes narrow at her audacity. Not a single person has asked me that, not since I ripped my own father’s head off. I ram the memory away.

But I answer her. “I am mostly, but no. Not pure.”

“Can I see your enhancements?” She straightens, lifting to her knees. “I have seen Iris’. But not up close. Can I see yours? Up close?”

“You’re quite a charming little creature.”

My half-smile turns into a tight line when she climbs onto my lap and sits that perfect little arse over my cock. Warmth from her needy pussy radiates on my lap.

I frown but restrain myself.

Her black hair falls forward, twin curtains covering her small, perky breasts, but unable to hide the tight peaks of her hard nipples.

I inhale her scent and hum.

Then she cups my cheeks and analyses me. I turn to stone. I say nothing. I barely respond, but for my fists that clench and unclench on the rests on either side of her as she studies my eyes.

I blink slowly.

“Triple lidded,” she mutters. That is first indicator of Xin De genes besides my obvious monstrous height and girth.

My frown twists to a scowl.

At her manner.

Blatant disrespect.

But then she runs her soft hands down my cheeks, fingers coasting casually, cooling a path down to either side of my neck. “Your skin is so… I don’t know the word for it.”

“There isn’t one,” I state, stiff.

“Smooth like suede,” she offers, continuing her exploration, finding the divot at the base of my neck. “Yet, harder and heavy. Dense even though I cannot feel the weight of it. And it moves over your muscles with a kind of elasticity more like that of a?—”

“Beast,” I warn, wanting her to get the fuck off me but unwilling to toss her aside… Fuck.

She smiles softly. “Yes.”

Unclenching my hands, I bring them forward. I sweep her warm, onyx hair backward over her shoulders, exposing her long, slim neck and the pulse that flutters inside like a captured butterfly.

I make her nervous, but not nervous enough. Not as much as I’d like to, perhaps when I cover her body with mine, sink inside…

“Why weren’t you afraid of Odio? He could pick you up and drop you to your death.”

I look down at her lips as she speaks.

“I am not frightened of birds.” Her hands move down either side of the thick column of my throat, to my shoulders, then fall off as she relaxes backward. “I grew up with birds in the Silk Aviary. Birds of all kinds. People are far more terrifying than birds. Even modified ones like Odio.”

“You used a different word.”

“What word?”

“I am enhanced, but he is modified. Explain.”

“Um.” She blinks, thinking. “Enhanced are new traits we didn’t previously have, like, erm, the membrane on your eyes, the film in your nose, but modified is, like…” She looks at the ceiling in a way that suggests she is picturing the sky. “Well, Odio could already fly and do all the things he does now, only, he’s bigger and better at it than his ancestors.”

I place my finger under her chin, lifting to examine the smooth plane of her porcelain skin, from her throat, across her collarbone…

Fuck me, she is pretty.

She is slim—two clavicles like bird wings open up to frame the top of her chest. I want to lick them, lap my tongue the entire length, and worship the delicate structure I could so easily crush. “You look like a Silk Girl, but you’re too clever to be one. Where did you learn such exact terminology?”

“I have thought about it.” Her eyes flutter under the intensity of my gaze. Unsettled, she shuffles on my lap, her arse slides over my groin, my cock pulses, and I grab her upper arms to hold her still.

“Don’t do that. Don’t move, or I will rip your skirt off and tear you in two, do you understand?”

Her breath catches, and she nods.

“Continue,” I order.

“That’s all, my king. I spend a lot of time thinking about the world. I spent a lot of time thinking and not much time talking… like, now.” She stares up at me dreamily, and it’s ridiculous. Silly little girl with a death wish. “This might be the longest conversation I have ever had. I know I am not meant to ask questions, but there are so many, the echoes have become permanent marks in my mind. I am not meant to think too much. It’s not a virtue—curiosity.” She shakes her head. “But I can’t seem to stop it.”

I look at her lips again, map them. A subtle lower curve holds the weight of a plump and defined heart-shaped upper lip.

Fuck… She will remain pure. It is a kindness on my part, as I have never been a gentle lover.

She will be a little pet that I play with, that tortures me with questions and her body, but that I do not fuck.

I will choose the redhead— the one with the Xin De genetics. “You should go now, little creature.”

I lean backward and ignore the disappointment that flashes in her glossy eyes as she slides from my lap.

Walking toward the double doors, she smooths her hair and then her skirt.

She stills, staring at the pool of blood for a long moment before following the crimson smear painted with a dead body as it was dragged to the doors.

I wait for her to sob or gasp or?—

“My king?” She looks back at me.

I stare deadpan at her. “Yes.”

“Did they deserve it?”

“Never ask me that again.”

“Were you going to shoot me?”

Fuck. This girl. Cairo would have her backside red and raw for such questions… I grit my teeth and force the words past the cage they create. “No more questions.”

Her breathing increases as she tiptoes over the bloody mess and reaches for the door handle.

“Little creature.”

She turns.

“Go back to your room.”

“But you said?—”

“You’re aroused.” My eyes drop to her legs. “You’re trying to hide it, but you’re pressing your thighs together, rubbing them.” I growl my restraint and fist my fingers in tight. “And every Xin De male out there will notice this.”

And I can’t very well execute them all. Can I?

Blood rushes to her cheeks again. She pinches the sides of her skirt, tucking one leg behind the other and bows like the perfect ballerina I know veils something much more interesting. And dangerous to my common sense, it seems.

“Goodnight, my king.”

She walks from the room.

No, little creature.

I was aiming at Odio.