Making the King: A dark forced marriage romance (The Cruz Kings MC)

Chapter 1

She stumbles through the dark cursing to herself like she hasn’t known the garden bed she nearly tripped over has been there for years, the sight causing my lips to spread wide in a grin.

“Fuck. Ten bucks says she face plants before she even makes it to the door.” Gunner chuckles from beside me, but I shake my head.

“Fuck that. It’s a given with how drunk she is.”

Gunner nods in agreement, drawing back on his blunt as we watch the show play out before us.

Zoe fucking Miller.

She’s our MC’s newest accountant’s spoiled brat of a daughter. He has two daughters, and a trophy wife who’s in a completely different league to Brian Miller in the looks department. The daughters obviously get their beauty from their mom Astrid, but little Leslie isn’t on our radar. Zoe is.

Why?

She’s sex on legs and then some. Fucking stunning, and knows it, and has a fucking sassy mouth on her that I’d love to fill with cum just to take her down a fucking notch. She loves to turn her self entitled nose up at the likes of us everytime she sees us lurking around her house or father.

Her designer clothes are fit for the classiest of celebrities, and tonight is no different. The curve hugging sequin dress that picks up every small bit of light around her helps to give away her location as she mutters to herself, trying to walk across the lawn in fucking stiletto heels. The pointy fuckers keep sinking back into the grassed soil, and I elbow Gunner as he chuckles again at the sight, a little too loudly.

The Miller princess doesn’t hear him though, too fucking drunk to approach her family home quietly as one of her heels refuses to pull free of the grass, and she tugs her foot out of the shoe, stumbling around to try to grab hold of it.

It takes her three fucking tries before she crashes to her knees.

Gunner and I both lose it then, not able to hold in our laughter at the sight of the stuck up princess on her hands and knees.

She hears us now though. Her drunken eyes peering around and squinting to try to see into the shadows of the darkened yard.

“Who’s there?”

We don’t say anything, since annoying her is way more fun.

“I have a gun!” she whisper-yells, and we fucking lose it when she pulls a hairbrush from her purse.

Hot tears pool in my eyes as I let this light moment consume me. Something we rarely get in the MC of late, what with the Cali Reapers always trying to pick one of us off.

It’s been that way ever since my club, the Cruz Kings, took over this territory. There had been a play for it, and surrounding clubs were happy for us to take control of it just so the Cali Reapers couldn’t, so with the extra support, even though we were a new club, we won the rights to it.

Naturally the Reapers’ aim is to make our lives a living hell because of it, and lately, they are attacking more frequently.

Since Brian Miller is a new consultant for our club, we keep extra eyes on him to make sure he’s not playing two sides.

You can never be too fucking careful.

As the VP of the Cruz Kings, and with Gunner just a step below me in the hierarchy, we shouldn’t really be doing mundane jobs like babysitting our consultants. But, we volunteer often just to get a glimpse of the blonde princess and see what things we can do to infuriate her each time.

“Ten bucks says she tries to shoot us with her brush.” Gunner snickers next to me as we calm our laughter, still watching Zoe on her hands and knees with her hairbrush raised.

“Your bets are crap man.” I grin at him, taking in his blond shaggy beard, and the way his blue eyes almost seem black in this light. “How about you bet on something that isn’t a sure fucking bet.”

The only reason I know Gunner is grinning is because of the way his eyes crease at the sides and the shaggy facial hair shifts like his lips have lifted at the corners.

“I will shoot!” Zoe whisper-yells again, and I smirk, glancing back at her.

Stepping from the shadows so she can finally see us, we loom in the corner of her yard, and her eyes widen.

“You!” She curls her lip before staggering to her feet and swaying, and all I can do is smirk, my arms crossed over my chest as I watch her point her hairbrush in our direction. “You sssshouldn’t be here.”

Her slur sends Gunner into another fit of laughter, and I manage to keep mine trapped in, even as my chest quakes.

“You seem a bit drunk there, Princess. I guess the two drinks you had were triple shots.”

Her eyes widen at my dig that she’s a lightweight drinker, and she staggers closer still pointing that fucking brush.

“I will have you know I had three very ssstrong drinksss.”

Gunner clutches his middle this time, and I can’t help but release a chuckle.

“Shut the fuck up!” she hisses, glaring at us before a click sounds, and a second later, the sprinklers pop up and start spraying the yard with water.

A gasp flies from her lips as she sucks in a shocked breath, right before she starts cursing way too fucking loudly.

Gunner and I take a step back, narrowly avoiding the spray of water, but not once do we take our eyes from the scene before us as Zoe throws her hands around like she has the power to block the spray.

“You fucking pricks. You did this, didn”t you? Do you think if you soak my clothes that I’ll take them off in front of you?” she hisses, her blonde waves drenched through as they start to cling to the bare skin on her shoulders.

“Now there’s an idea.” I chuckle, and she gasps again.

“As if I would ever take my clothes off for the likes of you-you-you… thugs!”

“Someone should fucking gag her on a cock to shut her up.” Gunner chuckles, dropping the rest of his blunt and toeing it out.

My head darts to Gunner. “Now that’s a bet I’ll take. One hundred bucks says I can get her on her knees and choking on my cock in the next ten minutes.”

Gunner’s blond brows shoot up. “You that fucking sure of yourself?” he asks, his gaze shifting back to the bratty princess who has now resumed trying to pry her heel from the ground.

“Fuck yeah. She acts like she doesn’t want a piece of MC cock, but she’s been frothing for it.”

Gunner angles towards me this time, tilting his head. “Fine, if you think it’s a sure bet that you’ll get her on her knees for you, I bet two hundred bucks that she won’t let you make her come after you choke her on your dick.”

Anticipation of the challenge tips my lips up. “Fucking deal, man.”

Grinning back at me, Gunner offers his hand, and I take it, shaking on the bet before he gestures to Zoe, who is now sitting in the mud trying to put her shoe back on.

Shaking my head at the spoiled brat, I storm forward, ignoring the chill of the water spraying from the sprinklers, and before Zoe even knows what’s happening, I bend and sweep her up, throwing her over my shoulder with ease since I’m over six and a half feet tall and she’s a small framed five seven.

A squeal escapes her, and I give her ass a slap and march the rest of the way through the yard with her, to behind the pool house where the yard lighting is a little dimmer, casting the area in shadows.

Even as I tug her off my shoulder, I hear Gunner behind me. The fucker isn’t likely to take my word for it of course. No. He’s determined to fucking watch to make sure I can’t lie about winning the bet.

Not that it’s anything new. We share women all the time at the club. The Cruz Cunts, as we like to call them, are always ready to play.

Zoe is so far from a Cruz Cunt though, and even as she stumbles to her knees on the cushioned grass, half because she’s so drunk, and half because I urge her down with my hand on her shoulder, she looks up at me with a venomous glare that a Cruz Cunt wouldn’t dare direct to any of my club brothers. Especially towards someone like me.

My ranking in the club means nothing to this uppity princess, and fuck if that doesn’t make me harder knowing I’m about to tarnish her pedigree mouth and pussy.

“Stop manhandling me!” she hisses, swiping her hand out to hit me, but meeting nothing but thin fucking air.

I chuckle. “I’m about to do more than manhandle you, Princess.” I rasp, gripping her chin and directing her gaze up to me. “Do you like being on your knees for me?”

As if she’s only just realizing what position she’s in, she frowns, and before she can speak, I pop the button open on my jeans and ease down the fly.

“W-what are you doing?” she stutters, her big blue gaze dropping to my crotch.

Then she licks her fucking lips.

Fuuuck. She wants my dick bad, even if she is going to try to deny it.

Freeing my stiff cock right in front of her stunned face, I wrap my hand around its girth and give it a pump, squeezing all the way up to milk some pre-cum from the eye.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” I ask, not really wanting her to answer. “I’m getting ready to make you choke.”

She sucks in a small gasp, shaking her head, her eyes darting up to mine briefly before they land back on my cock as I wipe up the bead of pre-cum with my middle finger before hovering it near her lips.

“N-no. I haven’t-”

“Open!” I cut her off, and fuck. She does!

As her full pink lips part for my finger, her bright blue gaze meets mine, and for the first time, I don’t see the distaste she normally glares at me.

This time, she’s fucking hungry, and she lets me ease my finger into the hot heat of her mouth before she closes her eyes and moans around it, licking off my salty gift.

I chuckle, directing my words over my shoulder to Gunner. “Told you. Easy.”

As if she’s only just noticed my club brother standing off to the side, Zoe’s eyes fly open and widen, her lips parting as she pulls back from my finger. I take that moment to stop any further words from leaving her lips, as I shove my angry hard cock into her hot little mouth.

The invasion makes her gag around my girth, and a grin tugs at my lips knowing she isn’t used to a dick my size, so I weave my fingers into her still damp hair and firmly hold her in place.

“Suck!” I demand, and a whimper escapes her as her eyes water. “Suck!” I demand again, this time gaining her attention, and she does, relaxing her jaw and tongue, and sucking me.

“Now that’s more like it.” I chuckle, turning my gaze to Gunner’s. “Listen to that silence.”

Gunner chuckles. “I’d rather hear those choking sounds.”

I nod. “Good point.”

Even as Zoe sucks, her dainty hands grip my thighs in an attempt to hold herself back if needed, so I tangle her hair around my fist and take more control of her head.

Her eyes widen with fear, and I lower my head and grit my teeth. “Gag for me, Princess.”

I shove her head hard onto me, her throat swallowing my dick, my balls resting right under her chin as she starts to gag.

The sound is like music to my ears.

“Fuck yeah.” Gunner grunts low, and I just know he has his dick in his hand now.

I don’t look because that shit doesn’t interest me. The blonde beauty with trails of mascara running from her eyes as I let up on her head interests me a thousand times more.

Zoe gags again as I release my grip, allowing her to pull back as she nearly loses those three drinks she had earlier tonight.

I’m not really into chicks hurling on my cock, but there are some guys in the club that live for that shit, so really, this blonde princess should be glad that she’s taking my dick and not theirs tonight.

Zoe does another gagging cough, and I give her a moment to compose herself, because I’m a nice guy like that, and when she gazes up at me again with the same anger from earlier, I smirk.

“What’s the matter, Princess? You haven’t had a dick as big as mine before?”

“I have vibrators bigger than your cock.” She snarls, and fuck, her feistiness makes my dick jerk with more anticipation.

Fisting my hand in the top of her hair, I tug her head back as I grip my cock. “Is that so?”

“Yes.” She hisses and I grin, jerking my dick faster.

“You know what your battery-operated toy can’t do, Princess?”

“What?” She mutters like the brat she is, and I press the tip of my dick to her lips as my nuts start to tighten.

“Your toys can’t fucking cream all over you.”

Her blue eyes flare with what can only be excitement, and just knowing that she’s practically salivating for my cum, sends me over the edge.

“Open!” I roar as the first wave hits, and she fucking does. Parting her full pink lips, her silky tongue making an appearance to catch the first rope of my cum.

I over fill her mouth, my nuts emptying completely, and when she goes to spit it out, I clamp a hand over her mouth and pinch her nose, blocking off her airways.

“Fucking swallow it!” I demand, and I feel her lips close properly as she does.

“Fuck that was hot.” Gunner rasps from behind me as he looks down at Zoe from over my shoulder, and when she starts choking, I release her mouth and nose.

She gags and splutters, nearly fucking wasting the gift I gave her, but she manages to right herself before her expression turns venomous.

“You could have killed me!” She screeches, and I gotta hope that our distance from the main house will muffle the sound from reaching her parents’ ears.

Not that they will do anything, but fuck, if Brian Miller goes whining to Rocco, our Prez, Gunner and I might find ourselves at the mercy of Mama C and one of her cock cages.

“I can think of worse ways to go.” I mutter in response to Zoe, and if she were a cartoon character, I bet I’d see steam puffing from her ears right now.

“You are an animal!”

“Thank you.” I grin, tucking my dick away and securing my pants.

“It wasn’t a fucking complement!” Zoe grits through clenched teeth, and I lower to my haunches, coming face to face with her.

“Since you took my dick so well, it’s only fair that you be rewarded.” I smirk, remembering the second part of the bet. I need to make her come.

Her brows shoot up, and just like that, she’s interested again.

“I bet your pussy is soaking after taking my dick.” I reach forward and run my thumb along her full bottom lip. “I bet you’d love to feel my fingers slide deep inside you.”

She whimpers.

“Would you like that, Zoe? Would you like me to stretch your tight pussy and flick your greedy clit until you come?”

She whimpers again, this time her lips parting even as her tongue darts out to taste my thumb.

“Take your dress off Princess,” I demand quietly, and as if she’s in a trance, forgetting all about her tirade on the lawn earlier, she starts to take it off.

Gunner is quiet, and I’m not even sure if he’s still there. But I don’t want to break the connection I have with Zoe right now since it may snap her to her senses, so I watch as she rises up on her knees and unzips the sparkly fabric before shrugging the thin straps off her shoulders and letting the dress pool around her knees.

“Lay back,” I demand, and she does, her chest rising and falling with her building excitement.

Slowly tugging the dress the rest of the way down her legs, I toss it to the side and stare at the nearly naked Zoe Miller splayed out on the cool grass behind her pool house, just for me.

Silly girl should know better than to fraternize with someone like me, but she’s not thinking clearly right now. Her only desire is to come on my fingers, and in the spirit of winning the bet with Gunner, I fully intend on delivering.

Leaning forward, I tug her panties off before balling them up and putting them in my pocket, and then I grip her ankles and spread her legs further apart.

Zoe bites her lip almost as if she’s about to get all shy about exposing her cunt to me, but as soon as my hand is gliding up her inner thigh, she closes her eyes and loses herself to my touch.

When I called her pussy tight earlier, I had no idea how true the words would be. Not only is she well groomed down there, but it has to be the most perfect looking cunt I’ve ever seen.

Maybe that”s because it hasn’t been pounded for hours upon hours by six burly bikers like some of the Cruz Cunts endure, but really, I think the reason it’s so pristine is that it’s a classy cunt just to match its owner.

As I sink two fingers into her heat, my thumb finds her clit, and she parts her legs wider as she tilts her head back and palms her perky tits.

There’s something fucking exotic about the daughter of our club accountant. Something so different from anything I’ve had before, and fuck, I just know this little bet between me and Gunner is only just the beginning.

How far will you let us push you, Zoe?

As I curl my fingers inside her, massaging the upper swollen wall, her slickness oozes around my digits tempting me to have a taste.

But not yet. That’s another bet I want to have with Gunner, because it’s one I know I’ll win.

Zoe shatters around my fingers only moments later, her mewling cries a turn on of their own, and as she slowly comes down from her high, her cunt’s pulsing easing up, her lids lift lazily and her blue gaze meets mine.

I fucking grin.

Right before I lick my fingers clean.

Propping herself up on her elbows, she blinks rapidly as I stand and turn back to find Gunner with a shit-eating grin.

He doesn’t even care that he just lost two hundred bucks.

“Are you leaving?” Zoe asks quietly, gaining my attention again, and I let her see how my eyes devour her before I answer.

“Clean yourself up, Princess. You’re a fucking mess.”

Her gasp is the last thing I hear as I turn my back and walk away, Gunner rushing to my side to keep pace.

“If looks could kill.” Gunner chuckles, and I grin, pulling a smoke from my pack and lighting up.

“Pay up motherfucker.” I smirk at Gunner as I hold my hand out. “Two hundred bucks.”

Rolling his eyes, he tugs out his wallet and retrieves what he owes me before slapping it into my hand and muttering, “I’ll make sure the next bet is fucking harder.”

Throwing my head back, I laugh. “Bring it on, brother. Bring it on.”