King of Pain (Lords of Las Vegas #5)

Chapter 20

CHAPTER TWENTY

Kate

I have everything to lose.

My dignity.

My self-worth.

My belief that I can break the pattern of my mother’s behavior. Maybe I picked the wrong guy, which means I’m doomed anyway.

Or maybe I’ve found my Mark and it’s on me to not blow it up. Not let Luke go the way my mom let the one man go who was ever going to love us.

I don’t think about it anymore as Luke holds me with one arm, yanking his old jeans down his thighs.

He’s right, we really do have a problem with clothes. We can’t seem to wait long enough to get them off.

Because his jeans only make it far enough down his legs to let his cock out, and then he’s lifting me up and plunging me down on the length of him.

It feels so good, I’m so full that I lean out, arching so that he’s even deeper inside me.

And then his hand smacks my ass. Hard.

My eyes fly open.

“That is for trying to run away.”

He’s deep in me and we’re not moving. My legs start to tremble, wanting to squeeze his waist and lift myself up to feel the friction. “And what’s your punishment for lying?”

His teeth grit. “I don’t get to cum.”

Oh. That does seem appropriate.

He lifts me up and plunges me back down, smacking my ass again. But this time the pain only heightens the pleasure, and I cry out, the kind of noise that can’t be mistaken.

It feels amazing and I want more.

“Christ, Kate, you fucking kill me,” he grunts as he lifts me again, plunging me back down on his shaft as he smacks my ass again.

“Why?” It comes out like keening moan, my ass on fire, my body humming with the pleasure.

“You’re so fucking perfect. I want to cum so bad.”

Is he suffering? Good. But I lose my focus as he keeps hammering me. The sweet torture of pain and pleasure build to heights that are better than any time before this. I gasp for air as he keeps pushing me harder and faster until I finally break apart, shattering around him, my screams echoing around us.

He falls to his knees, landing in the water, his face full of torture.

He’s still inside me, his arms around me as his forehead falls to mine. “Promise me you won’t try to leave like that again?”

“I promise. Now you promise me, no more lies. No more deception.”

“Promise,” he grinds out between his teeth. The tension around his eyes tells me that he’s trying so hard to behave. To keep his promise of not cumming.

But this wasn’t supposed to be easy.

And to drive my point home, I flex my hips.

His eyes squeeze shut, his arms squeezing me tighter. “Kate.”

“I’m taking you right to the edge,” I whisper. “You’re going to beg.”

His eyes snap open. I’ve been happy to do as he’s asked me in the bedroom. It always means my pleasure.

But he likes to dominate, and this is his punishment. I took mine.

“Oh, baby girl,” he rumbles, his eyes filling with fire. “I’ll fucking beg you right now. Never try to leave like that again.”

“That’s not begging.” And I squeeze him with my legs, lifting up his cock only to slide back down, pulling him into my body again.

Keeping hold of him with my legs, I peel his shirt off my body. Then I wrap my arms around his neck, thrusting my breasts up.

He drops his face into them, sucking one of my nipples into his mouth. I grab a fistful of his hair and pull, lifting his face to mine. And then I kiss him like I’ve never kissed before. It’s tongue and teeth, pain and pleasure, as I slide up him and sink back down again.

His hands are on my hips now, helping to push me up, pull me down. His mouth is hot on mine, his chest rumbling with the need that’s building inside him.

I take one of my heels and dig into his ass. Hard. Every part of my body invites him deeper, harder.

He’s spitting words I can’t even understand as I dig my fingernails into the skin of his neck.

Another orgasm is building inside me too. I try to fight it, knowing that I could lose myself and forfeit his punishment if I do.

His fingers dig into my hips, his grip so tight, I think he might leave marks.

I don’t care.

My body is chasing pleasure again, even though I know I need to stay focused. His cock swells inside me and I know he’s close.

I pull his hair harder, wrenching his head back as I look into his eyes. “Tell me the truth.”

I don’t ride him less. No. It’s harder.

“The truth?”

“Do you want me? Not just for today, but for tomorrow and the next day, and the day after that?”

His teeth are clenched, the corded muscles of his neck so taut, they look like they might break.

“Fucking hell, love. I want you forever.”

I forget to hold back, another orgasm rips through me. He snarls, his hands so tight on my hips as the snarl turns into these broken grunts and growls.

“Forever?” I manage to gasp out. “Like forever, forever?”

“I fucking love you, Kate.” And he slams into me again. “Like die-for-you kind of love.”

I lift up, despite my muscles feeling like jelly and slam down on him again. I know what I’m doing.

This was supposed to be his punishment. But I’m going to have find another way. Because I want him filling me.

He erupts inside me, feral as he finishes.

I wilt into him, so spent, I think I might have to go back to sleep for another eight hours. “Holy shit.”

He kisses my shoulder, then up my neck. “Do you love me too?”

Did I not say it? I can’t hold back as I breathe in the air he’s pushed out. “Yes. I love you.”

He kisses me again, as he sits down, my legs are still around him. “So, it’s me and you.”

I lift my face and look into his eyes. “How does your family fit into that?”

I see the grimace and I know that his family is still a problem. There is what’s good for me. And then there is what’s good for them.

I love this man. But am I giving up my future so that he can play dead to help his family close the next major deal?

I slowly push up, splashing in the shallow water, before I sink deeper, letting the cool water wash away the heat of my skin.

It’s not completely fair. I don’t have anyone that I have to factor in. Mark is there for me, but we don’t even spend most holidays together.

I’ve never had people I’m loyal to like that.

But I don’t know that I’m giving up my whole career for the interests of people I’ve never even met.

So maybe Luke isn’t a bum. Maybe he really loves me. But I’m not sure it’s enough.

Luke shucks off his soaked pants and joins me in the water. “What are you thinking?”

I plant my feet on the bottom, the water coming up to just over my boobs. “I don’t know. I guess that I have to go back soon. I heard everything you said about Gorilla. But if I don’t go back to Vegas, I should return to New York. This summer is critical and?—”

He grimaces. “You can’t spend it hiding out in this cabin.”

I nod.

He runs a hand through his wet hair. “I think I might have a solution. But first, I need to fix the truck.”

Hope rises in my chest. “Really?” My arms are around him, my lips pressing to his.

He kisses me back as he pulls me close. “While I do that, why don’t you think of my real punishment? Because that last one backfired into the best orgasm of my entire life.”

I give a breathless laugh. “Me too.”

And to be honest, the spanking wasn’t really a punishment either. It turned out amazing.

Since we’re in the water, I wash up and then head back to the cottage. I dress, marveling at the new clothes.

Luke dresses too. “I’m going to go work on the truck.”

Is that his plan? Are we leaving? I nod. “I’ll clean up breakfast and then maybe you can tell me about this plan?”

He winks. “You got it, gorgeous.”

I feel my skin heat as he heads out the door.