Chapter Twenty-Two
King
By the time I’d made it to my room and dumped Grace on my bed, she was fucking pissed. I knew she would be. So, when she jumped off the bed and stomped toward me, raising her hand to slap me—I was ready.
I may have drunk half a bottle of Hell’s Breath, but I wasn’t drunk. Sure, my words were a little slower coming from my brain, but my fight-or-flight reflexes never dulled.
“You son of a bitch!” she cursed
I caught her hand in mine when she tried to slap me and spun her around so her back was against my chest, trapping her with my arm banded around her middle.
My mouth was a fraction of an inch from her ear when I whispered, “You’re fucking mine.”
I felt her body shudder against me, and I leaned down, taking her earlobe between my teeth. I bit down hard, causing her to cry out and slump against my chest. My lips moved down the side of her neck to the space where it met her shoulder, and I bit her again before licking the same spot.
I pulled the neck of her shirt away and kissed her shoulder.
“King,” she breathed.
“What, baby?”
“What are you doing?”
“Something I should have done a long fucking time ago,” I whispered. She turned in my arms, her teeth sunk into her bottom lip, and I tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and confirmed, “Making you mine.”
I smashed my lips onto hers, holding the back of her head with my hand.
This time, she didn’t pull back. She didn’t fight me.
She opened her mouth and let me in. Her arms traveled up around my neck, and she jumped up, wrapping her legs around my waist. My hands caught her ass cheeks, and I squeezed hard as I turned and slammed her back against the closed door.
Grabbing a handful of hair, I yanked her head back, giving me better access to her throat.
Running my tongue along the curve of her neck, I nipped and sucked along the way, making sure I left love bites for all to see.
Sealing my lips on the spot just below her ear, I sucked hard.
I wanted to mark her as mine. I wanted there to be no mistake, no question as to who she belonged to. She was mine.
The thought of her going back downstairs with my mark on her had my cock hard as a steel pipe behind my zipper.
Grace pulled on my hair until I looked at her. Her green eyes were bright with passion and anger. She’d never admit this was exactly what she’d wanted me to do.
I held her against the door as my hand went around her throat. We stared at each other, playing a silent game of chicken to see who would break first. It wouldn’t be me.
Tightening my grip around her throat, I claimed her lips once more in a brutal assault. She pushed at my shoulders as our mouths fought for control. My cut hit the floor, and Grace yanked at my shirt until it released from the waistband of my jeans.
I pressed my body against hers, pinning her against the door as I reached behind my neck to remove my shirt. Releasing her lips long enough, I tossed it over my head to join my leather cut.
Her shirt was next. She pulled it up, not waiting for me to make the decision for her. Her shirt gone, I groaned as I got a glimpse of her perfect tits in her lace-covered bra. I ripped the offending material away and drew her nipple into my mouth.
Her movements were frantic as she clawed at my back, raking her nails along my spine, eliciting a low growl from deep within my chest. I moaned, “Fuck, Grace.”
“Don’t talk,” she growled.
Her hands went to my belt, and the sound of my buckle being undone echoed in the room. She wanted this as much as I did, of that I had no doubt. She might hate me right now, but she fucking wanted me.
She had my pants undone and shoved down under my ass in mere seconds. She wrapped her soft, small fingers around my length, and my knees buckled. I pressed her harder against the door, not wanting to drop her.
“Hold on to my neck, Grace.”
I missed the feel of her hand on my dick immediately, but the loss of the warmth was worth it if it meant I could sink into her sweet pussy.
She wrapped her arms around my neck, her lips on my jawline as I pulled her pants down around her ass. They were caught between us, but I didn’t care. The only thought in my head was getting inside the woman who had been the subject of my fantasies for almost three fucking years.
“Put me inside you, Grace,” I snarled impatiently.
“Condom,” she panted.
“No.”
“Condom, King.” Her words were laced with fury.
“Fuck you, Grace.”
I grabbed my dick and lined it up at her entrance when she blurted, “I’m not on birth control.”
“Good,” I snarled, then slammed inside her.
“You asshole,” she groaned as I fucked her against the door. I anchored us with one hand flat against the wood above her head, the other hand lodged firmly on the apple of her ass cheek.
She held on rather than push me away. She could have said no.
She could have shoved at my chest and told me to put her down.
Instead, her arms and legs tightened around me as she held on.
She’d never admit she’d submitted willingly, and when we were done, when she was filled with my cum, I knew she would cuss me out.
I couldn’t fucking wait.
“You’re mine, Grace.”
“I hate you,” she moaned as I pulled out and pushed back in. Her hips lifted and fell in time with my strokes. Her eyes were shut tight as I fucked her hot wet pussy.
“Open your fucking eyes, Grace.”
“No.”
I pushed in to the hilt and stopped.
Her eyes snapped open.
“Why did you stop?” she panted, her breathing as erratic as my own.
“I want your eyes on me when I fuck you. I want to watch your face when you come on my cock.”
She shook her head—no, and we faced off again. Both of us waited for the other to give in. When it was clear neither of us would; that we’d be willing to go without a release to be the fucking winner, I growled and spun around.
I lifted her off my dick, and she glared at me. I turned her to face the bed and slapped her ass. “Bend over,” I snarled into her ear as I kicked off my boots and removed the rest of my clothes.
I pushed her pants down to her ankles and lifted one foot to remove the clothing, allowing her to spread her feet apart. I placed my hand between her shoulders, forcing her to bend to my will. Her hands kept her face from hitting the mattress as I lined myself up again and slammed inside her.
“Knees on the bed,” I ordered as I lifted her by her hips, then forced her head down. With one hand on the back of her neck, preventing her from moving, and the other gripping her hip so hard I knew there would be bruises, I fucked Grace angrily.
My hips jerked as I took what I wanted. Grace’s grunts and whimpers only served to make me harder, and I could feel the end coming.
I stepped back, letting my dick slide out of her pussy, and kneeled on the floor. I stared at her pussy from behind her. I licked my lips as my mouth watered. I splayed my hands out over her thighs, my thumbs spreading her pussy lips. I leaned in and swiped my tongue from her clit to her asshole.
“Fuck!” Grace screamed as she pushed back against me.
I smiled as I sat back. With one finger, I rubbed along the smooth skin of her lips. Smearing the moisture around as Grace whimpered.
“King, please.”
I didn’t answer her. I swiped my tongue again and then pulled back. The sound she made was caught between a groan and a growl. I leaned in again, letting my tongue slide over her pussy. She was so fucking beautiful with her ass in the air.
My thumb pressed on her clit, and her breathing quickened. I rubbed the small nub, causing her to roll her hips trying to get closer. She was so damn wet and only getting wetter.
Inserting a finger deep within her, I twisted my hand, then added a second and before long, a third. I fucked her with my hand while my thumb manipulated her clit, pushing her higher, and just as I felt her walls start to flutter, I pulled back.
Standing to my feet, I flipped her onto her back and towered over her. My knees hit the mattress as I watched her reaction to what I was about to say.
“I control your body, Grace. The sooner you accept that, the better you’ll feel.” I lifted her feet and put them over my shoulders. “I control when you come, so when I tell you to open your fucking eyes and look at me, you damn well better do it.”
I shoved my dick into her so hard that if I hadn’t been holding onto her, she would have slid up the bed. I folded her in half as I leaned forward to kiss her lips. My tongue dove into her mouth, keeping the same rhythm as my dick slid in and out of her hot pussy.
Dropping her legs to my waist, I sat back on the bed and lifted her so she was riding my cock. My hands supported her back, and my mouth pulled a nipple between my teeth. She held onto my shoulders as she cried out.
“Come for me, Grace,” I whispered against her neck.
I felt her body stiffen as her pussy clamped down, strangling my cock. Her breaths were fast and erratic as her mouth hung open in a silent scream.
I’d wanted to hear her call out my name when she came, but seeing her beautiful face frozen in ecstasy was enough to push me over the edge, finding my own release as I emptied myself inside her.
I gently laid her down and pulled out. Then, I slipped into the bathroom and grabbed a washcloth to clean her up. Her eyes were closed as she lay there.
In my bed.
Where she was always meant to be.
I could have watched her for hours. Just lying beside her and staring at her gorgeous face. The banging on my door told me that wouldn’t happen.
Grace startled when the banging stopped and started again.
“What’s going on?”
“I don’t know, baby. Stay here.” I grabbed my jeans and threw them on, leaving the button open. I yanked the door open and glared at Joey. “This better be fucking good.”
“Cash sent me to get you. The Shadow Box is on fire.”
“Fuck!” I cursed. “I’ll be right there.”
I slammed the door closed and reached for my shirt and cut. I leaned over the bed and whispered, “Grace, baby, I have to go downstairs.”
“Okay,” she mumbled, never opening her eyes. I kissed her forehead and let her sleep. I slipped into my boots and laced them up before heading downstairs.
Corbin Blackwater stood in the main room just inside the door. Not my brother.
“Maureen?”
Corbin shook his head. “No, the sheriff is out in the woods. I got the call about the fire. It’s already out; doesn’t look like there’s too much damage.”
“What the fuck is Dec doing in the woods?”
I looked around the room. All my men were here, and Zeus’ men. All but one. When I saw Kyllian talking to Banshee, I looked for Ravage. Him, Eros, Indigo, and Firestride were all absent.
“Where the fuck is my brother?”