Savage Desires (Black Rose Doms Book 3)

Chapter 22

Seeingmy dad on TV was a shock. He looks older now, more gray in his dark hair, and his eyes that match mine are sadder, but he”s still my dad. It made me want to run to him like I used to do as a little girl when I was scared or hurt. Why I ever thought I could stay away from him, I don”t know. He”s the only family I have.

Kisten telling me how he looked for me makes me both happy and sad. He didn”t give up on me even when everyone else did. It”s a crazy coincidence that the men he reached out to help him find me are linked to Kisten and his brother. Maybe Kisten helping me at Mecca that night was some higher power at work. Fate or whatever.

When I”m all cried out, I”m exhausted. My body is physically tired from working out in a good way. Emotionally, I”m drained and need the reboot of a good night”s sleep. I let out a jaw-popping yawn.

”Let”s eat, then we”ll go to bed,” Kisten says.

He carries me to the table and sits me down. He returns with one plate that”s heaped with a mountain of stir-fry. He sets the plate in front of me, then picks me up and sits in the chair with me on his lap. We eat quietly. Kisten feeding me bites until I”m full, then finishing what”s left.

When he”s done, he carries me to the bathroom, even though I protest and tell him I can walk. We brush our teeth and get ready for bed. Before I can crawl under the covers, Kisten tugs the t-shirt off me, leaving me naked. He gives my butt a light smack, and I climb into bed.

I watch him strip down, doing my best to keep from drooling as every inch of his sexy body is revealed. Even though I”m exhausted, my body reacts. My pussy grows wet, and my nipples are hard points, aching for attention. I”m suddenly not so tired anymore.

”You shouldn”t look at me like that.”

”Can”t help it.”

He moves over me, wedging his body between my legs. I part my thighs to give him more room. His cock is hot and hard against my pussy. I rock up into him, shuddering at how good it feels when his cock runs along my clit. It”s a maddening sensation, but only in the best way.

”You”re fucking soaked,” he growls.

”You make me this way,” I whimper.

He cups my breast and teases my nipple, making me moan. I can”t stop rubbing myself on him. It feels so good, but I want more.

”I need you…” I gasp.

”You want my cock buried in your tight little pussy?”

”Please,” I beg.

His hand moves between us and lines his cock up with my entrance. He stays like that for several long seconds before thrusting inside me fully. I moan at the thick invasion. He feels incredible. I still can”t get over how overwhelmingly good my body can feel. Kisten”s thrusts are slow and deep. He hits my clit with every thrust. It”s incredible, but I need more. I want him out of control.

”Faster…” I dig my nails into his lower back, moving my hips encouragingly. Instead of moving faster, he stops completely, making me whimper.

”Who”s in charge?” he growls.

”You.”

”That”s right. I own you. I decide how fast I fuck you.” He gives me three quick thrusts before slowing down again. ”I decide how deep.” He changes from deep to shallow thrusts. I whimper at how much he”s tormenting me.

”I”m yours. All yours, please…”

”Please, what?”

”Please fuck me, sir,” I say, giving him what I know he wants.

When I called him Sir last night, he loved it. A part of me wants to call him Master and see what he does. I don”t have a chance to contemplate it more because he starts fucking me just how I wanted. Deep, hard thrusts that have me crying out and moaning.

He grabs my hands and pins them above my head with one of his. Being held down sparks a bit of fear in me, but it doesn”t take root because one look into Kisten”s eyes tells me he won”t hurt me. I give myself over to him, letting him fuck me however he wants. It doesn”t take long before I”m teetering on the edge of release.

”Come for me. Milk my cock like a good girl,” he orders.

He fucks me harder, and I detonate on a scream. He doesn”t stop moving until he”s fucked every ounce of pleasure out of me. When I don”t think I can take anymore, he buries himself deep inside me, finding his own release. The feeling of him coming inside me is so intimate. Feeling his cock throb inside me and the heat of his release filling me makes me feel so connected to him. There”s a brief feeling of regret that he”ll never be able to get me pregnant. He”ll never fill me with his babies because those bastards took that from me.

Kisten”s lips crash to mine, distracting me from my morose thoughts. He rolls us, so I”m on top like last night. I”m plastered to his chest, his strong arms wrapped around me, and his cock still deep inside me. I”ve never felt more secure in my life. Nothing can hurt me while I”m in his arms. Not even my own dark thoughts. It doesn”t take long for the steady beat of his heart and soothing touch to lull me to sleep.

I”m nervous.We”re meeting at the warehouse tonight to make plans for Saturday. I”m thankful that Kisten has been keeping me distracted all day. We went to the shooting range so I could do the obstacle course for more advanced training. It”s the same thing the police and military use for training. Moving targets are definitely more challenging, but my aim was true.

I did three different simulations and managed to do a kill shot on all the bad guys and avoid the innocent ones. T.J. and Kisten didn”t mention that not every target would be threatening. It was a stark reminder of how vital split-second decisions can be. I might”ve yelled a little at the assholes for setting me up like that, but I get why they did it that way. They want me prepared for anything.

We spent most of the day in the gym working on getting out of holds yesterday. It was super frustrating because things I could easily do before were a struggle. I ended up tapping out way more often than I liked. It added a new level of anxiety for Saturday. I have to stay on the offensive during hand-to-hand fights as much as possible and avoid getting caught in a hold. It”s not impossible to get out because I have the training. I know what to do, but it taxes my energy big time, and that”s not a good plan. The best option is to not get into a punching match with anyone and shoot anyone who looks in my direction, but that”s not realistic.

The rest of the day was spent reviewing the blueprints for Mecca. Of course, the basement was just a big empty space on paper—not like they would have their plans drawn up for anyone to find. I”m able to sketch it out for Kisten and explain what every room is used for and where the guards stand. I do the same for the VIP area, even though it should be empty when we go in to get the girls.

”Calm down, love. I”m right here and not leaving your side.”

”I”m okay. Just a lot of people.”

”You met most of them last time. They”ll bring a couple of their people to help plan their part of things, but they are all trusted people. You”re safe here.”

”My safety isn”t my concern. I don”t want to have another episode like the other day if things get heated. That would be embarrassing and make them doubt me,” I say, admitting my fear.

”That won”t happen. Mauve, Sissy, and Chante will all be here. I have a feeling they will be making you an official member of their little group.”

I like the idea of being part of the girls. If Sissy and Chante are even half as badass as Mauve is, then I can”t wait to meet them. Hopefully, their confidence and badassery will rub off on me.

”And remember, you”re my fucking Queen. No one fucks with what”s mine,” Kisten says in a low dangerous tone.

I pout. ”I thought I was your princess.”

He smirks and tugs me into his body. ”To the world, you”re the Queen. You rule us all. Behind closed doors, you”re my spoiled princess. My naughty princess that takes my cock whenever and wherever I command.”

My pussy clenches with need. He”s not wrong. After our sparring session at the gym, he carried me off to his office to fuck me over his desk because he couldn”t wait for us to get home. It was hot as hell to see Kisten lose control like that. It definitely helped me work out my frustration from the session.

He tips my face up with a firm grip on my chin. ”Your little pussy is wet, isn”t it?”

I lick my lips. ”Yes.”

He groans and cups my pussy through my jeans, rubbing his palm on my clit. I whimper at the teasing touch. I spread my legs slightly, and he chuckles. ”Needy girl. If we had time, I”d fuck you right here.”

”I need you,” I whine.

He kisses me with strong swipes of his tongue. ”I know you do, love. I promise I”ll make it up to you when this meeting is over. I”ll fuck you until you can”t remember your own name.”

He presses a kiss to my forehead and steps away from me. Putting a slight distance between us. He does it whenever he”s on the verge of losing control. I find myself wanting to test his resolve more and more. I don”t let the distance stand. I lean into his side, my arm around his back, finger hooked in his belt loop.

People start arriving, and the conference room quickly fills up. There are more than double the number of people as last time. It”s clear that some of these people aren”t friendly in the least. There are a lot of glares and hostility between groups. It surprises me that they”re willing to work together with that level of hate between them. It speaks to their character that they”d be willing to set differences aside to keep the city free of human trafficking.

Criminals with morals is definitely a new concept for me.

Mauve comes in with two other women. All three of them strut into the room like they own the place. They look at the men like they aren”t a threat, and I immediately decide that I want to be just like them. I want to shed my insecurities and stand in a room full of dangerous men and just know I”m capable of going against any of them and come out on top.

”Hey, girl,” Mauve says with a wide smile. ”Meet Sissy and Chante.”

I smile at the three women. Mauve is tall and willowy with dark hair and dark eyes. She”s beautiful and alluring. Sissy is short like me but curvier. She”s a total knockout with curly blonde hair. She looks almost doll-like, but the hardness of her gray eyes tells a different story. Chante is a gorgeous black woman. She”s tall with a perfect hourglass figure. Her dark hair is immaculately braided and styled in a complex updo. She”s got a wicked smile that tells me she”s more than a little feisty.

”Nice to meet you. I”m Willow.”

In no time, they”ve pulled me away from Kisten and are giving me the scoop on everyone in the room. It makes the men feel less intimidating when you know who likes being pegged by his secretary and who is impotent. Not to mention the one with a massive gambling debt owed to Mauve and my favorite: the guy who is merely the face of his organization because his mommy runs everything.

We”re laughing at Chante”s latest dating fail—apparently, she has the worst luck with men. ”He had so much promise! He was intelligent and didn”t cower at being with a strong woman. He was hot as hell… tall, muscular, and awesome tattoos. Things were going great…”

”So what went wrong?” I ask.

”We were getting ready to fuck. He”d just eaten my pussy like a champ. He gave me two mind-blowing orgasms. A real winner, right?” We”re all nodding. ”Wrong. The dude pulls out a pencil dick that”d been sharpened down to nothing. Poor little guy lacks both girth and length. Normally, I would”ve said thanks, but no thanks, but I was blissed out on orgasms and feeling generous, so I let him fuck me. If his size wasn”t bad enough, he got off after two pumps.”

Mauve is laughing so hard she has tears. ”Tell me you”re joking. It”s too much.”

Chante shakes her head. ”Dead serious. I didn”t even know he”d gotten his dick wet, and he was already rolling over panting like he ran a marathon.”

I can”t stop the laughter from bubbling out. I feel eyes on me and look around to find Kisten looking at me heatedly from a few feet away. He”s talking to a man I recognize from last time: Seamus Bryne, the head of the Irish mafia. Another man is standing with his back to me. He notices Kisten”s distraction and turns towards me. My eyes widen, and I lose the ability to breathe.

I don”t know his name, but I will never forget his face. He spends a lot of time at Mecca. Not only in the VIP rooms doing unspeakable things to the girls—including me—but he”s been in the basement with the masked Russian and Madame. I don”t know how, but he”s connected to the business side of things.

Now I know why Seamus looked familiar. This man looks like a younger version of him but with an evil glint in his eyes. I quickly turn my face, hoping he didn”t get a good enough look at me to place me. If he saw me, it could fuck up everything we”ve planned. I”m trying to keep calm because I can”t draw attention to myself.

Sissy is the first to pick up that something”s wrong. She asks what”s going on, but I shake my head quickly. She narrows her eyes and nods in understanding.

”I”m going to show Willow to the restroom,” she says to Mauve and Chante.

They both look at me and immediately pick up that there is something wrong.

”I”ll go with. Need to fix my lipstick,” Chante says.

Mauve rolls her eyes. ”You are playing in the cliché that women can only go to the bathroom in a pack.”

Sissy has her arm linked with mine and is chatting about how much she hates lipstick and doesn”t know how Chante can wear the crap as a distraction. Just a few women walking to the bathroom chatting about nonsense. Nothing to see here. I can feel Kisten”s eyes on me like a physical touch. I hate that I”m walking away from him instead of running to his arms like I want, but I can”t do that with that man in there.

We make it to the bathroom just in time for the contents of my stomach to make an appearance. Gentle hands hold my hair while I puke my guts out. Sissy and Chante are speaking in hushed hurried tones while I vomit. The door to the bathroom crashes open, and I hear Kisten demand to know what happened. I heave again at the thought of having to tell him about his friend.

Sissy”s soft hands leave me, and she lets out a shriek, then Kisten”s the one holding my hair and rubbing soothing circles on my back. If I wasn”t in the middle of purging all the food I”ve eaten since I started on solids when I was six months old, I would laugh because I have no doubt Kisten just picked Sissy up and moved her out of his way to get to me.

After what feels like an hour, the heaving stops. I”m a complete mess of tears, snot, and the hideous taste of vomit. Kisten doesn”t bat an eye at my grossness. He uses toilet paper to clean me up as best as possible, then lifts me from the floor and carries me to the counter.

Sissy and Chante are still here with worried looks on their faces. I feel bad for worrying my new friends. So much for wanting to be part of the badass women group.

Kisten wets a washcloth and gently wipes my face clean. He finds a toothbrush still in the package and brushes my teeth. I tried to take the toothbrush from him, but he growled and knocked my hand away. It seems caveman Kisten is present, and he”s not going to let me lift a finger in any way.

Once my mouth is minty fresh, I feel slightly better. Just having Kisten right here with me helps. He steps between my legs, and I sink into his arms. His heart is pounding in his chest, proving he”s not half as calm as he”s projecting. I kiss his jaw and hold him tighter.

”What happened, beauty?”

I pull away so I can see him when I tell him. I need to know how he reacts to learning one of the people that”s supposed to be on his side is actually part of the trafficking ring in the city. And what if the entire Irish mafia is involved? That could be a huge mess. I really hope it”s something being done without Seamus”s permission. It”ll still suck, but at least it won”t be as bad as having the whole group against us. Both the Irish and the Russians? We”d be fucked big time.

”The man with Seamus is involved in what happens at Mecca.”

I watch as the worry in Kisten”s eyes turns from shock to anger. Sissy and Chante curse and start talking rapidly, throwing questions at me. I ignore them, focusing on Kisten. His grip on my hips is hard enough to bruise, but I don”t complain. He”s using me to ground himself so he doesn”t fly off the handle. His whole body shudders, then he wraps his arms around me like he”s afraid I might disappear.

”How do you know?” Sissy asks.

”I haven”t forgotten a single face of any of the men that raped me. I made sure not to forget any of them in case one day I got the chance to make them pay,” I say flatly, making Kisten growl. Knowing one of the men that raped me is in the other room pretending to be one of the good guys pisses him off more than if it was just someone off the street.

Sissy blanches at the implication of my words. Most women try to forget because remembering is horrible. It”s understandable, but for me, remembering meant potentially being able to punish them. Of course, I didn”t know if I”d ever get the chance to seek revenge, but it was enjoyable to pull up one of their faces in my mind and imagine all the ways I would make them bleed.

”How involved is he?” Kisten asks.

I sigh. ”He”s there every week. Sometimes, a couple times a week. He uses the VIP area often, but I”ve also seen him talking with Madam and the man in the mask in the basement.” I avoid mentioning the Russians because we”re still keeping that bit close to the chest. I”m glad for it now that it”s a possibility that Seamus and his people are involved in the trafficking ring.

”That fucker.” Chante looks like she”s ready for murder. Not that I blame her. Being deceived sucks. ”I”ll string him up by his balls.”

”We can”t let anyone else know that he”s involved. Not until we know if Seamus is aware. If we out them now, it”ll screw our whole plan,” Kisten says.

”If we make our plans tonight, we”ll be telling our enemies exactly how we”re going to attack,” Sissy points out.

Kisten smirks. ”That”s why we”re going to make our own plans. We gather those we know can be trusted and let them in on the change. I will call in the Savage Knights and some other friends for backup.”

Chante laughs, sounding slightly unhinged. ”I do love a little subterfuge to counter sabotage. This is going to be fun.”

I shake my head. ”You”ve got a peculiar perception of what fun is.”

”Things get boring without a little drama. Anyone want to take bets on if Seamus is mixed up in this or if it”s just his spawn?” she asks.

”I”ll take a hundred on Seamus being clueless. I never liked Nolan. He”s a little weasel. Pretty sure Seamus is hoping one of his daughters will marry a nice little mafioso to take over instead. I”ve heard he”s already looking into the son of one of the leaders in Ireland,” Sissy says.

”Really?” Chante asks. ”You”re holding out on me. What other gossip do you know?”

Sissy smiles. ”So much. You know my specialty is information.”

”Enough,” Kisten barks. ”Gossip later. We have bigger problems right now.”

I run my hand up and down his side, trying to help calm him. He”s on edge and could easily tip over it at the slightest provocation.

”He”s right. How are we going to pull this off? Willow can”t go back in there like this,” Chante says.

I stiffen at her words. I know I didn”t handle seeing Nolan well, but it”s not like I was prepared to see a monster from my past among allies. ”I can handle it. I was just surprised at seeing him.”

”You don”t have to go back in there, beauty. I can tell them you”re not feeling well. You can hang out in the saferoom until we”re done,” Kisten offers.

”No,” I say firmly. ”I”m not going to hide away. I”ll be fine. I”ll walk back in the room and act like nothing happened.”

”And what if he recognizes her?” Sissy asks.

”He will definitely recognize me, but I”ll ignore him and act like I have no idea who he is,” I say.

”After your reaction to seeing him, I”m not sure that”s possible,” Sissy comments.

”You give him too much credit. Ignoring him is going to piss him off. He”ll do everything in his power to make sure I”m paying attention to him, and by not giving it, he”ll realize I don”t remember him at all.”

We plan for a few more minutes, and then I follow them back to the conference room with my head held high.