Chapter Three
Killian
Her eyes roll back in her head, and then her body goes limp.
“Fuck.” I catch her before she ever falls to the floor. Perhaps I should have taken that a little slower, but I don’t have much time and my desire to get her in bed wars with all damn common sense. Holding her in my arms only solidifies my resolve. Her young, supple body with her perfect curves is stirring something inside that I don’t want to control.
I’ve already addressed the host and demanded that he give her to me before the auction or I’ll rip his balls off. He didn’t appreciate my threat, but as it stands, I won’t take no for an answer. The thought of Magnolia going on stage sets my teeth on edge, so I paid him more than he deserves, but not more than she is worth. It’s certainly more than any of what these bastards are planning on paying for these women, but I refuse to let her go on stage for other fuckers to gawk at what belongs to me.
Her red dress was like a damn laser sight in the dark. I spotted her from across the room and focused on the natural beauty. She had caught the interest of several others as well. I’d recognized several of the faces and would not forget their interest either. If they even approached her, I’d tear their limbs from their sockets.
When the emcee approached her and kissed her hand, I felt like pouring hydrochloric acid down his throat and watching it scald his insides. My stomach burned to witness her smile at him. The second her eyes met mine, my men took that fuck out of the room. He’ll be dealt with by the end of the night. There was no mistaking his intent and the host would have to replace the piece of shit.
Within a matter of minutes, I had everything I wanted in the palm of my hand, and the little Magnolia Hill now belonged to the King.
I carry her out of the hall to the grand staircase that rivals my own like a battle warrior who had won his conquest. I climb the stairs to the second floor, and my dazed fiancée stirs, eyelashes fluttering as she stares up at me. “Oh my,” she sighs, her free hand reaching to clutch my suit lapel, clinging to safety.
“Relax. I won’t drop you,” I say, pressing her closer to my chest.
“Where are you taking me?” Her voice, filled with shock, is so soft and sweet.
“To my suite,” I tell her the truth. It’s the easiest of all the answers I can give her. So much of my life won’t be something she’ll want to know about. Everything I keep from her will be for the best. “Calm yourself. Tonight, I’ll only take what you give me.” As I walk toward my door, my two guards are waiting for me. They take their key and unlock my room.
“Will you need anything from us, Mr. King?”
“Not for the rest of the evening.” I’ve asked them to address me as Mr. King instead of “Boss” in front of my wife, which is their usual go-to. I don’t want her to freak out until the ink is dry and she’s locked in my estate.
I set her down in the middle of the entranceway to the suite and turn on the lights. “Wow, I thought these rooms would be incredible, but they are truly amazing.”
“I’ve never seen anything more beautiful,” I confess, staring right at her. From the moment I spotted her, I knew she’d be the woman I select as my wife. Without a doubt, Magnolia is the most enchanting woman. She turns to look at me and blushes to see I’m talking about her.
“So am I supposed to call you Mr. King as well?”
“No, Magnolia. You, beautiful, can call me Killian.”
“Killian. So, I must have had too much wine downstairs, but I could have sworn you said you wanted me to marry you.”
I shake my head and then cup her cheek. “I need you to marry me.”
A soft gasp leaves her round lips, drawing attention to them and stirring my dick to life. “Need me to marry you?” she questions, tilting her head in my hand.
“Yes. My father left it in his will that I marry by next week or I don’t inherit his property, and I’ll lose it all if I don’t produce an heir as well.”
“Um, I don’t think I can prove a pregnancy that fast. How much time do you have for this? Am I a last-ditch effort?”
I cup her face with both hands now. “You’re my only effort. I never thought about having kids before, and I sure as fuck never planned on getting married. At thirty-five, that isn’t something I ever wanted.”
“Oh.” She bites down on her bottom lip, dipping her eyes toward the floor.
“I don’t need a baby right away. We just can’t divorce without a baby,” I inform her.
She clings to that bottom lip and nods her head. “Oh. I see. So, I give you a baby, and we can divorce. Am I getting this right?”
“Exactly.”
“What’s in it for me? I’m doing this event because I’m in college, trying to pay for school and rent. Shit’s real for us poor people. The only thing I have to my name is my virginity, and the offer came up.” A realist. Something I didn’t see in her and frankly, I still don’t see. This sweet girl in front of me couldn’t fool me for a moment. Her tough act is just that. She looked nervous as fuck in that room before I cornered her. It’s good because I would have killed anyone else who came near her. Her innocence belongs to me.
“You get your cut of the auction, which should be transferred into your account now.”
“My bag? Where is it?” She looks around, panicking reasonably.
“Over there. Your things have been brought up.” She grabs her bag and then digs inside to find her phone. Pulling it out, she sits on the sofa and types into it.
I know the moment she sees her bank account. “Oh my God.”
She raises her head and looks up at me with her mouth parted. The expression gets me hard, just picturing my dick slipping between her lips. “I told you I get what I want.” Unable to stop myself, I run my fingers down her bottom lip.
Her eyes turn to slits, and she asks, “How many times have you come to these things? Do you usually skip the whole bidding process and run over everyone to get what you want?”
“I don’t have to pay for pussy, and you’d know that if we met somewhere else, but as it is, I’m in a bit of crunch and I came for a wife. The pussy’s a bonus.”
“Well, if that’s the case and we do this whole marriage thing, no cheating because I’m not getting any STIs or anything. I haven’t stayed innocent only to get some disease now.”
I chuckle because she’s fucking cute when she’s fiery, but I have no intention of stepping out on her. I’m not my father, and for some reason I don’t want to hurt this cute little thing. “There’s no ‘if.’ We are getting married, even if I have to force you down the motherfucking aisle. Second, I will slit the throat of anyone that puts their fucking hands on you. You’re mine. You will not make me a cuck, and I sure as fuck will not touch another woman again.”
“Good. Is there something I need to read and sign?”
“My lawyer has drawn up a prenup. Please take a seat and relax.” I pull out the prenup, and she spends the next twenty-five minutes or so reading it. Everything we discussed is in there, including the fidelity clause. Of course, it’s there for the purpose of assuring the baby is mine, but it doesn’t matter because it’s not like she’ll be out of my security detail’s sight. It’s just in case one of those fuckers dares to get bold. A divorce will leave her with a hefty sum.
I can see the wheels in her head spinning as if she’s debating on rejecting the offer—like I’d even give her the option. There is no out, even if she tries to not sign the damn prenup.
With no time to waste, I sent a text message to my lawyer with her name. He emailed the prenup and I had it printed at the concierge desk before I even confronted her in her dressing room. Magnolia has no idea who she has accidentally gotten involved with.
She reads it, biting her lip as if this so damn life altering.
It’s all temporary…except the baby.
“The pen?” she asks. I pull one out from my briefcase and hand it over. She signs it quickly, as if she’ll lose all nerve if she doesn’t. “There you go. So where do we go from here?”
“Would you like to change out of that dress?”
She pales and then says, “You don’t like it?”
“I like it all right, but a little too much. I feel like a kid at Christmas who can’t wait to tear open his perfectly wrapped presents that are only for him.” She blushes and crosses her legs, trying to hide the fact that her pussy agrees with my dick. We’re both on the same dirty page. I tug at my tie and slide it off. “Come here.”
She stands up in front of me, and I pat my knee. She sits, and I’m about to come in my boxer briefs. Her submissive responses are so damn hot. “You keep obeying like that, and I’m going to forget all my damn self-control and fuck you so damn good.” She shivers ever so slightly. “Are you cold?”
“No,” she answers, dipping her head in shame, but there’s nothing to be bothered about because I need her to show me all her hunger.
I gently grasp her chin and lift her gaze to mine. “Tell me—am I making you horny?”
“Yes.” Her soft cheeks turn pink.
“I like your honesty, Magnolia.”
“I like the way you say my name.” I wrap the tie around the back of her neck and pull her forward, and I tilt her lips down to mine, kissing her for the first time. She stills at first and then presses her hands to my shoulders, holding on to me for balance. I drag my lips away from hers and move to her throat, then spin Magnolia onto my lap so she straddles me. Her dress rides up, leaving her thong panties visible from the mirror behind her.
“Fuck me,” I groan.
She rolls her hips, giving me the cutest kitten moan. “Killian.”
“Tell me to stop,” I warn her, because I’m so fucked right now. I don’t need anything to be inside this woman. My fingers slide under the thin string, feeling her silky skin. I rub the seam of her ass until I reach her tight cunt and press a digit inside.
“Ah,” she gasps, throwing her head back, giving me access to that perfect rack. I fist her cocoa-colored hair and bend down to suck on her cleavage. She grinds on my ridge as I finger her hole as best as I can, but I need to get her in a better spot.
I pull my hands away and then spin her around on the sofa, pinning her down and tugging the zipper of her dress down. “This has to go. We only go as far as you want tonight.” Tomorrow she’ll be my wife, so then I’ll be breeding her.
“Okay.” I kiss her roughly, loving the taste of champagne and strawberries on her tongue.
“Fuck,” I groan, pulling off the dress. She’s not wearing a bra, which only makes the territorial bastard in me flare up. My tongue peeks out, and I swipe it over the pebbled nips staring at me. “The best gift a man could get, right in front of him. Mine.” I slowly slink my way lower, pushing off my suit jacket. As I reach her panties, my mouth latches onto the fabric, sucking on the material and her mound, and then I bite like I’m marking her as mine. I can’t help the crazy need to claim her body. Perhaps it’s the whole marriage situation. I’m being possessive because she’s going to be mine and I can’t let anyone get their hands on her or my enemy wins. Then, I grab the edges of the silk panties and slide them off her.
“These need to go.” I drop my head back down to where it wants to be. My face brushes all over her inner thighs, licking her up and down, placing tender kisses as she squirms. “Relax. I want you to come for me, beautiful. I can feel and smell your need. It’s driving me wild.” I sit up and undo my dress shirt as fast as possible. Tossing it to the side, I drop back down and throw her thighs over my shoulders.
“Killian,” she gasps as a blush spreads across her cheeks. I stop her fears when my finger finds her pussy, and her eyes slam shut with that slutty need she had moments ago. Damn, she’s a contradiction—a virgin with a soul full of desire.
“That’s right, baby. Give me what I want. I want you creaming all over my fingers and my face. Soak my fucking face,” I command before grinding my tongue into her wet heat. I slobber all over her cunt, munching on her sloppy hole, hungry and thirsty for her orgasm—desiring it. My hand goes to my belt, needing to give my dick some room because the fucker is in pain. I free myself with some effort, which is a mistake because I’m tempted to stick my dick into her tight pussy and fuck her over and over again.
“Oh my God.”
“I’m not your god. I’m your King, baby.”
“Fuck, I’m going to come.”
“Good. Come for me before I fucking nut,” I growl. She screams as I push a second finger into her tight hole and her orgasm coats my tongue. Her fingers splay into my hair, scraping my scalp while she rides my face. She practically breaks my nose on her pussy, and I don’t fucking mind. In fact, my dick has never been harder.
I sit up with my dick pointing at her. Her eyes widen to see the dark purple head glistening with beads of precum, ready to explode. I stroke the fucker, and then she takes it in her hand and says, “Show me what to do.”
“Fuck.” I groan, then take her small hand and wrap it around my girth, watching how good it looks. Her head and torso rest on the arm and back of the sofa as I stand up, my cock nearly in her face. She strokes my length, and then she does something I don’t expect. She leans forward and tentatively sticks her tongue out. “Don’t tease me like that. Go ahead and give my dick a good fucking kiss. Suck it.” She slides off the sofa and onto her knees and does her best to wrap her beautiful lips around the head and take me down a few inches. She gags.
“Easy. Don’t hurt yourself. You’ll get used to it, but slow, my Magnolia. Take me slow because I’m about to come down your perfect throat. So, take it easy. I don’t want to scar you.” My dick pulsates, feeling the rush of my load, ready to come. I reach out, rubbing her fabulous tits, and pull out. I lift her onto the sofa, then stroke myself and spray her body with my seed, marking her pussy and body. Then I lose control, seeing her covered in my seed, lips puffy from sucking my cock, hair messy, cheek flush.
I scoop her up and carry her to the massive bed. “It’s time. I can’t wait.”
“What? But…”
“I know I promised I’d give you time, but you are too damn sexy, and you are driving me nuts.” My fingers tease her pussy, and she’s still fucking soaked.
“I mean, don’t you need time?” I rub my cock against her pussy.
“Does it feel like I need time?”
“Oh my God. You’re going to break me in two.”
“I’m going to put you back together, and then I’m going to do it all over again. You’re going to enjoy riding my dick.”
“Okay.”
“Yes.” I push my cock into her tight folds with more force than I should and feel the last vestiges of her innocence and my sanity leave at the same time. I rut like a beast, crushing her mouth in a violent kiss, losing control.
She cries out in pain, biting down on her bottom lip, flexing around me with her body attempting to push me out, but her eyes tell me something different. Magnolia eyes glisten with unshed tears and longing.
“Sorry. I had to take you hard because your little slit is driving me insane.” I slow down, taking it a little easier on her, but the feeling is just as intense as the first stroke. She doesn’t whimper, or fight. Her face changes from discomfort to pleasure again. Her fingers dig into my biceps and then move up, gripping my shoulders. My hand fists her hair, and I stare down at her.
Her pussy’s getting wetter with every pump of my hips, but I want her ready to explode just like me or there is no damn point. “Damn you feel so good. Tell me to stop and I will.”
“Don’t stop. I had no idea how good this would feel. If I did…” I snarl and slam into her hard.
“It doesn’t. This is different. This is because you’re mine. That little dick ex-boyfriend couldn’t have pleased you like this. No one will ever be able to replace me, either.” I’d never felt so much jealousy in my life.
Her eyes widen, and then I groan as her pussy flexes around my hard cock. Did she just get aroused by my possession? Well, she hasn’t seen shit, because I’m losing my mind and I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s because we’re not married yet.
“You feel incredible wrapped around me,” I whisper, leaning in and sucking on her neck, kissing down her collarbone. “You’re so sexy.” Magnolia rolls her hips, and I follow in a steady rhythm until we’re both covered in a sheen of sweat. Our pants and moans mingle with the sound of the bed rocking as I fuck my baby into her.
“Come for me. Give me that beautiful orgasm,” I plead against her lips. She does, fingers clawing into my shoulder blades. I growl from the mix of pain and pleasure of her virginal pussy. With a final thrust, I shoot my load, streams of cum filling her. I’m not even sure I’m ready for it to take yet, but I have a deal to make, and I can’t let Mendez get a hand on my father’s property.
“Fuck, that was perfect. Your orgasms are so damn sexy. That little squeak before you moan is so hot.” I suck on her nipple and feel her clench around my semi-hard cock. I pull out before she gets me stiff again. As much as I’d love to take her one more time, she’s going to be sore as fuck before this weekend’s over.
I groan and fall back on the bed, pulling her with me, my dick pressing on her hip. She blushes and nudges me a bit before pawing at the sheets. “I need to use the bathroom.”
“Okay.” I roll out of the way and she goes to the bathroom, taking the flat sheet with her. I chuckle because it’s so damn cute that she’s hiding that deliciously innocent body from me like I don’t already have every inch plastered in my memory. I clasp my hands behind my head and lean against the headboard, attempting to relax for just a moment. It’s actually easier than I expected, knowing that I’ve picked the right woman.
After a moment, I hear the shower running and let her go ahead while I slide on my boxer briefs. The sight of her virgin blood mixed with our cum turns me on, but I need to behave.
I call my lawyer and take pictures of the contract. The phone allows for scanning, so the prenup has been sent. It will be filed properly later, but for now, I sit back and wait for her to exit the bathroom.
When she comes out, she’s dressed in the robe meant for the female of the auction. Everything provided is new to the guests since the event is for the best of the best. She looks delectable in the sensuous robe. Still, we have to leave soon because we have a wedding to perform, unless I can get it done here. I have to check with my lawyer.
“Why don’t you lie down? I have to make a call.”
She pulls her cell phone out of her bag and then plops on the bed. An uncomfortable feeling stabs me in the chest. “You better not be texting some guy.”
“Relax. I’m not.” She glares at me. “Heck, I didn’t say the same thing to you, did I?”
“No, because you’re a smart girl and wouldn’t dare challenge my word.” I close the distance between us and stare her down, wanting to see how she’d react. I already pledged my fidelity in the prenup, but I want to see how far she’d go.
“Then why would you challenge mine?”
“Fair enough. So what were you doing?”
“I was going to check in with a friend. Is it okay to say I’m getting married, or should I just wait until it’s over?”
“I’d wait until it’s done. I’m sorry, but it’s not going to be anything special.”
“Yeah, didn’t think it was,” she mutters with a dismissive twist of her lips. She then winks at me and smirks. “Then again, I’ve got nothing to compare it to. I guess only time will tell.” Over my dead body. I’m not going to say that to her, but there isn’t going to be another man in her life. Damn, was she turning into one hell of a piece of work. She went from mushy and orgasmic, to bratty and defiant.
“Okay.” I shake it off and go to call my lawyer, walking away before I find a reason to spank her ass and then fuck her all over again.