29. Kingston
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
KINGSTON
NOW
Unfortunately, this is far from the first time I’ve seen Chloe cry.
I held her through the hardest days of her life, nursing her back to health, making sure she had everything she needed even as she wished her life would end just so she wouldn’t hurt anymore.
And to be honest, those were the hardest days of my life as well.
For years I kept myself at arm’s length from every person I met, refusing to allow myself to feel, but the second I saw Chloe curled up on that gas station floor, I knew that was over.
The emotions I spent years compartmentalizing came rushing back stronger than ever, which is why it hurts so much to push her like this.
But I keep reminding myself that it’s necessary.
Chloe must be my wife for so many reasons, but more than any of them, it’s because I refuse to live the rest of my life without her by my side.
Her hips press back against me, desperately searching for the release I’m more than happy to give her.
All she has to do is say she’ll marry me.
“King,” Chloe whimpers.
A deep groan tears from my chest, the ache in my balls approaching the point of no return. Between how wet she is for me and her desperate little whines, I’m about ready to blow my load in my pants like a prepubescent boy watching porn for the first time.
Reaching for my zipper, I make quick work of freeing my dick, giving it a few quick pumps to relieve some of the pressure.
Not that it helps.
Even if I come all over her perky ass, I won’t know true satisfaction until I’m balls deep inside her.
But that won’t be happening until my ring is on her finger and she’s officially Chloe Beaumont.
“Please don’t do this,” she begs.
“Don’t do what, Mama? Don’t make you feel good? Don’t give you the life you’ve always dreamed of? What don’t you want me to do?”
“Don’t make me choose between you.” Her voice cracks.
It was foolish of me to think I could force them from her heart. Eventually I’m sure I could do it, but in the short term, her feelings for each of them are too strong.
Ronan and Damon will more than likely fuck up on their own, giving me an excuse to remove them from her life permanently.
But that still leaves Ryker.
I should have known he would fall for her. It was fucking inevitable. But he’s never shown emotion before. Not for the men he kills. Not even for their victims.
Don’t get me wrong, he’s been gentle with the women we’ve saved over the years, cautious not to frighten them anymore than they already are. But they never stick with him the way they would anyone else.
After he called to let me know he allowed Chloe to be taken, I had Corbin, our tech guy, track Ryker’s movements over the few days prior, and it was clear as fucking day on every security camera we accessed that he was gone for her.
It’s becoming increasingly inconvenient to be obsessed with a woman that seems to attract unhinged men like it’s her job.
When it becomes clear that she’s not going to relent, no matter how hard I push her, I decide it’s time to end this. She’ll be walking down the aisle regardless. I had just hoped she would be doing it of her own free will.
I jerk my cock roughly, chasing the release I’ve been desperate for since I first bent her over the counter.
My balls tighten, and a moment later thick ropes of cum cover her silky ass and pink pussy. The sight makes my orgasm drag on for so long, dark spots burst into my vision, and I have no choice but to use her body to steady myself so my legs don’t give way beneath me.
Once I regain control of my limbs, I carefully drag her panties up over her hips, trapping my seed beneath the soft cotton.
“You are not to shower. You are not to change your underwear or wipe me from your skin. You will be walking down the aisle tonight wearing my cum,” I murmur against the shell of her ear.
“I can’t do that!” she snaps, just as I catch movement out of the corner of my eye.
Allowing anyone to see her like this goes against every possessive instinct, but a man has to do whatever it takes to keep his woman.
“Say hello to your wedding present, Mama.” I chuckle, pushing myself to my full height and tucking my cock back into my pants. “Gentlemen.” I regard them with a smirk.
Chloe lifts her head from the counter, tears stained against her cheeks, and horror fills her pretty green eyes when she finds Ronan, Ryker, and a black-and-blue Damon standing in the doorway.
Inviting them here might be a mistake, but if there’s a chance to remove them from her life once and for all, I’m going to take it.