Chapter 19
CHAPTER
NINETEEN
SHAWN
Strong arms wrap around my waist and pick me up off the floor. I don’t stop swinging until I’m swinging at nothing but air. Then I feel lips against my ear and hear whispered words that I know are meant to be calming. And they are, but nothing about me feels calm in this moment.
“You need to relax, sweetness,” Elvis murmurs, shaking me slightly as he moves through the room.
I don’t know why, but I expect him to go back to the bedroom, but he doesn’t. Instead, he sits down and arranges me on his lap. My heart is still racing, I can’t really hear much, and my vision is still blurry from all the adrenaline, so I’m not sure exactly where I am.
Then, as I inhale and exhale slowly, the world around me comes back.
That’s when I realize that I’m sitting on Elvis’s lap, on a sofa that is against the wall.
I expect everyone to be staring at me in horror, but as I scan the room, they aren’t.
In fact, they are all doing their own thing, as if I’m not even here.
As if that girl fight didn’t even happen.
Then I feel Elvis’s fingers curl around the back of my neck, and he guides my attention to him. My eyes find his blue ones, and I’m not sure what kind of expression I expect him to be wearing, but it isn’t one where he’s smiling.
“You fucked her up. She’s going to have bruises. What the fuck happened?” he asks, and he looks like he’s trying to keep from busting up laughing and completely losing his shit. His shoulders are even shaking as he tries to hold it all in.
“She wanted to fight. She had her claws drawn, threw my glass at me, and didn’t like it when I threw her to the ground. I’m not going to start anything, but I’m not going to let her just come at me, either. I don’t even know her,” I explain.
He sobers slightly, his expression less playful as he shifts to answer. “She what?” he asks.
“I told her I was an old lady, and she didn’t like it. She came at me.”
“Fuck that,” he barks as he begins to stand. Reaching for his shoulders, I squeeze and call out his name. He stops midstand, his gaze flicking to meet mine. “What?”
Sliding my tongue along my bottom lip, I look into his eyes. “Let’s just let it go. She didn’t hurt me, and I have a feeling she’ll think twice before she tries anything like that with anyone else, let alone me.”
He frowns, then clears his throat, but I continue. “I don’t want to cause any more scenes. I think that one was enough for my entire life.”
His fingers are still curled around the back of my neck, and he guides me forward so that my lips touch his. Bravely, I slip my tongue from my mouth and taste his bottom lip. He moans as soon as I do, then he jerks back slightly, his eyes finding mine.
“Make it worth my while not to make an example of her right here and now,” he grinds out.
I hold my breath for a moment, my eyes widening as I watch him. Slowly, his lips curve up into a smirk as he stares at me. He doesn’t say how he wants me to make anything worth it, but I can only imagine it has to do with sex… and he doesn’t mean we go back to his room and do it either.
“Elvis,” I exhale.
He hums, then pulls me against him again, my mouth touching his. He doesn’t deepen the kiss. His lips stay firmly against mine. Then he speaks, and my entire body stiffens as he does.
“Show these bitches who you belong to, sweetness.”
I know this is about more than us making some kind of declaration to one another. This is about his people, how they show ownership, and this is ownership, not just of him, but of me, too. This is so archaic, so misogynistic, completely insane.
So why is it that I have to clench my thighs together at the thought of being with him in this room?
It’s not like anyone would even notice. They’re all doing it, too.
I saw much more of some of these people in the five minutes I’ve been in here than I ever imagined seeing. But my pussy clenches and pulses.
I want to do things with him here, publicly.
“You’re safe here, sweetness,” he rasps against my lips. “Nobody will ever judge a single thing you do or say. Not here in this room. Never.”
Shifting back slightly, I look into his eyes. I search them. I know he’s waiting to see what I’m going to do. He wants to know if I’m going to be adventurous. If I’m going to be…
“Be wild, Shawn.”
Wild.
I’ve never been wild.
I’ve worked. I’ve scrimped. I’ve saved. But wild? Never…
Except with him.
I could be wild with him—for him. For whatever reason, he makes me feel safe. Even though I know he probably shouldn’t, he does. Everything about him is comforting and warm. But it’s also exciting and scary.
It’s wild.
The wild he wants me to be, that’s because he is the embodiment of the word itself.
Sucking in a deep breath, I nod my head once. “Only for you, Elvis.”
“That’s fucking right,” he growls as he releases the back of my neck. “Only for me.”
Sucking in a deep breath, I hold it as I sink to my knees at his feet. He looks down at me, his eyes darkening as he watches me with his lids hooded. I look up at him through my lashes as I reach for his belt buckle and undo it, then slide the zipper down on his jeans.
He’s still without underwear, and he is still sexy as fuck. I don’t have to stroke him or work to make him hard. He’s already rock solid and waiting for me. Opening my mouth, I lean forward, my gaze never leaving his, and I take him inside of me.
I may not be experienced the way he is, the way any of the other women here are, but I’m going to do my damnedest to make me worth it to him. His hand cups my cheek then slides through the strands of my hair and grips the back.
Taking him as far down my throat as I can, I wrap my fingers around the base of his cock, and I suck him. Lick him. Moan around his hard length. I give it all I have, a show for him, but more importantly, for that bitch, Poison.
If you want to call this marking my territory, then that’s what it is, and I have no doubt that Elvis will do the same. He doesn’t seem like someone who is just going to sit by and not show his men who I belong to.
I might be an independent woman, but this feels amazing, and I don’t even care who knows it.
KING
Instead of closing my eyes and letting my head fall backward the way I want to, I keep my focus on her, on Shawn. She sucks my dick as her head bobs up and down. Fuck me, it’s beautiful, almost as beautiful as the way my cock moves in and out of her, glistening with her wetness.
I’m so fucking close, and as much as I want to come inside of her sweet cunt right now, this moment needs to be like this. Moving her head, I use her mouth to jack my cock, my eyes never leaving hers.
I watch her, making sure I’m not going too deep down her throat, trying not to choke her. She’s my woman, not my whore.
Then I hold her still and lift my hips, coming down her throat.
Tears stream down her cheeks as I pull her head away from my dick with a grunt. She’s got saliva dripping down her cheek, tears streaking her face, and she looks fucking phenomenal. Reaching beneath her arms, I force her to stand.
“I’m not going to fuck you right here,” I say.
“You’re not?” she asks, sweet as shit, so goddamn sweet.
Shaking my head, I reach up and wipe some of the saliva from her face before I continue. “No,” I murmur. “I’m not ready to share that part of you.”
Standing, I tug my pants up, zipping them as I reach down and wrap my hands around the backs of her thighs. I pick her up, she wraps her legs around my waist, and I carry her through the bar. We’re ignored as I move through the space and head straight toward my room… now our room.
Kicking my bedroom door open, I release her before closing it behind me. I don’t bother locking it. The party is in full swing, and nobody will bother us. They’re all busy finding a warm body to fuck. I already have mine.
I cup her cheeks. I don’t know what it is about her, but I love touching her, feeling her, kissing her.
I’ve never done this kind of shit before, and I actually like it.
I reach for her jeans and unbutton them, shoving them down her hips and thighs.
When they’re at her ankles, she steps out of them.
Grabbing the backs of her thighs again, I pick her up and walk her toward the wall, pressing her back against it. In one swift move, I bury myself deep inside of her. She gasps, and I press my lips to hers, not kissing her, just holding them there.
As I move inside of her, I moan at the feel of her warm, wet cunt.
She whimpers, the sound vibrating against my lips as I fuck her.
I can’t hold back. My control is fucking gone.
I don’t know how I have any cum left inside of me, but I can feel my balls draw up and my lower back tingle with warning.
“You’re mine, Shawn. Nobody else’s,” I growl.
Her fingers grip the back of my hair tightly. Then she tugs my mouth from hers, my neck snapping backward as her eyes find mine. I don’t stop moving inside of her, my thrusts growing harder and faster with each stroke,
“You’re mine,” she states. “Nobody else’s.”
A growl bubbles up from my throat, and for whatever fucking reason, I love her claim on me. I’m a goddamn cunt, a pussy, and I don’t give much of a shit about it. I’ll be that—for her. Everything she needs—for her.
“I’m close,” she whimpers.
And that is all I need. I’m right fucking there with her. “Come for me, sweetheart,” I grind out. “Come all over my cock. Show me just how much you’re fucking mine.”
She gasps, then her head falls back and hits the wall behind her, bouncing once, before she cries out. She’s not quiet. She doesn’t need to be either. I hope the whole fucking club hears her. They won’t. The music is thumping throughout the whole building, but I hope they do. It’s sexy as shit.
Thrusting inside of her, once, twice, three times, I bury myself deep before I come on a roar, filling her with my release. Her nails dig into my shoulders, into the leather of my cut, and her pussy clamps down around my cock, pulsing, milking me.
Dipping my chin, I press my lips to hers. Hard. Her lips part. I thrust my tongue inside of her, tasting her, consuming her the way she already has me. She tastes like sweet buttercream frosting and vanilla.
She’s fucking perfect.
She’s mine, and I’m going to keep her—forever.