Lakelyn Chapter 20
I was so apprehensive about what was about to happen that I felt sick.
Tyrant didn’t take us upstairs to our bedroom.
Instead, he led me to the living room. I sat on the couch, and he chose to stand across the room from me.
I clenched my hands together to disguise the shaking.
He’d removed his boots on the porch. His cut, which I carried when we left the dungeon, he took from me and hung up. His silence finally caused me to break.
“Tyrant, whatever you want to say, just say it.”
“I know nothing I can say or do will make up for what happened in the past several hours. I thought about what I might do, but the only thing I thought of was one I couldn’t do.
I want you to know I’ll help you and River get home and get your lives back up and running.
You just need to stay long enough for us to verify we got all of Jacquots’ men.
It won’t be safe for you if any are loose.
I’ll have my guys take you there as soon as we do that.
I’ll speak to your landlord so you can remain in the apartment. I’m sorry.”
Tears stung my eyes. He was dumping me. Why? I didn’t understand. “So that’s all you have to say?” I asked.
“What more do you want me to say?” he countered.
Anger pushed my tears away. “Why the fuck did you bother to say all that shit you did out there in that building and to make me fall in love with you if you didn’t mean it?
What happened? Did you discover you prefer variety and someone who doesn’t cause you to lose out on lucrative deals and will let you fuck whomever you want?
Well, if that’s what you want, then fuck you, Killian Hawke.
I don’t need or want another fucking thing from you or your club.
I’ll find my own way home, and it’ll be within the hour!
” I yelled as I came to my feet and took off from the room.
I was heading for the stairs. I refused to let him see me cry. He was a heartless bastard.
“Lakelyn!” he yelled.
I gave him the middle finger over my shoulder. The pounding of his footsteps made me take off running. I tripped going up the steps and had to catch myself to stop from falling on my face. I let out a frustrated shriek when an arm around my waist picked me up. I lashed out with my feet.
“Get your hands off me, you no good cocksucking bastard! I hate you! Why kill her if you didn’t care about or want me? She could be here right now, warming your bed and riding your cock,” I screamed as I took my nails to his forearm. I was quickly losing all control.
“I never said a word about not wanting or caring for you. What the fuck?”
“What else could it be? You act all loving, and then boom, as soon as you get rid of Mera and the Jacquots, you drag me here and start talking about me leaving and returning to Kearney. Well, no problem. You’ll never see or hear from me again,” I hissed.
I cried out when I was tossed over his shoulder, and a hand was brought down on my ass.
The sting morphed into heat, but I fought not to let it show.
Tyrant stomped up the stairs, and I wasn’t put down until he dropped me on the bed.
I scrambled across it and onto my feet. He was watching me across the bed.
“Get out. I’ll pack and be ready in ten minutes. Have Cobra send my brother here with his things,” I demanded.
“Why are you so upset? I thought this would be what you’d want. You can’t want to stay here with me.”
“You’re damn right. I don’t want to stay here with you now. I was a fool to think you were anything more than a liar.”
“What did I lie about?” he hollered.
“This. Us. Everything.”
“I never lied to you!”
“Then why do you want me gone?”
“Want you gone? I’d do almost anything to keep you forever, but I know you’ll never be able to stand me after what I did. I won’t force you to be with a man you detest and are scared of.”
His words caused me to pause and blink. What? “Tyrant, you’re not making any sense. Why would I detest and be scared of you?”
“Because you saw what I did to Mera. You know the monster I can be. If it calls for it, I won’t hesitate to kill, torture, or steal to protect those I love and are loyal to.”
“I already knew those things about you.”
“Knowing it intellectually and seeing it with your eyes are two different things. I can’t stand the thought of you flinching away from me.
Or secretly enduring my touch when all you want to do is run or puke.
I love you too much to make you live that way.
I just need you to know that I will always love you, and there won’t ever be another old lady for me.
That spot in my heart, soul, mind, on my bike, and my skin belongs to you.
Fuck, why did it have to be like this?” he groaned.
I watched him sink down on his side of the bed. He slumped forward with his head in his hands. I got on the bed and crawled over to him. When my hand touched his bare back, Tyrant flinched.
“Don’t. I can’t handle your touch. It’s better if I don’t feel it again,” he muttered brokenly.
“Killian, look at me,” I said softly.
He shook his head.
“Killian, I said to look at me!” I demanded louder and in a commanding tone. I backed it up by skimming my lips over the tats and scars on his back. His body shuddered.
“Stop,” he said weakly.
Driven to show him that I wasn’t disgusted or afraid of him, I ignored him and grabbed his shoulders.
I yanked hard on them. He bent back toward me.
I knew he wouldn’t if he genuinely didn’t want to move.
As soon as he leaned back far enough, I scrambled to straddle his lap.
My heart jerked when I saw the wetness on his face a moment before I kissed him.
I poured every ounce of desire, love, and empathy into it.
At first, he didn’t respond, but I kept going.
I sucked on his bottom lip, then nibbled it with my teeth.
I followed that up by inserting my tongue and teasing his tongue, which finally caused him to break.
Tyrant returned the kiss tentatively, and then it grew deeper and more desperate.
His hands grasped my ass cheeks, and he held tight as he made love to my mouth the way I made love to his.
We were lost for some time, and as we were, my desire went through the roof.
I could feel his erection pressing insistently against my soaked pussy through our jeans.
Unable to wait, I tore my mouth away from his.
He gave me an uncertain look. I answered it by ripping my shirt up over my head.
His lust-filled eyes widened and then darkened.
“If you love and want me, then show me. Hurry. I need you inside of me, Killian,” I panted. I had my bra undone and flung it across the room. All that was left were both our bottoms.
I gasped as he took me by surprise and rolled, placing me underneath his body.
He rose to his feet and frantically tore at the snap and zipper of my pants.
In a blink, he had them, along with my panties, tugged to my knees and then gone.
I moaned as he then ripped his jeans open and shoved them to his knees.
He hastily stepped free of them. As usual, he was commando.
His impressive cock bounced as he moved.
The head was covered in shiny precum. My mouth watered at the thought of tasting him.
As much as I wanted him to sink into my pussy and pound me into an orgasm, I needed to have him on my tongue.
Tyrant grasped my ankles and went to spread my legs. I put my hand up, and he froze.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Nothing. I need something first.”
“Anything,” he answered.
“I need your cock in my mouth. I need to savor you.”
He groaned. “Christ, Christ, you want me to come like a teenager, don’t you? I don’t know how long I can give you that, mon amour.”
“I’ll take as long as you give me. I love the weight of your cock on my tongue and how full you fill my mouth. And your tang makes me more desperate for you.” I admitted.
His groan was louder, but he answered by straddling me and knee-walking himself up to my shoulders.
I gripped the base of his cock but didn’t suck the head yet.
Instead, I ran my tongue along the letters, reading dictator.
He shuddered. When I had spelled it out entirely, I sucked the head inside and thrashed it with my tongue, swallowing his tangy flavor. I moaned.
His hands snaked behind and under his ass to knead my tits as I stroked the base of his cock and sank on him.
The stretch to my mouth challenged me to relax so I could take him deeper.
His ragged breathing told me he was loving it.
When he tweaked both my taut nipples, I moaned, which sent vibrations up his shaft.
“Fuck,” he said hoarsely.
I knew I had maybe seconds left to enjoy him, so I rolled his balls in my hand as I sucked eagerly.
I whined as he yanked himself free. His face was flushed, and he wore a feral expression.
I cried out in surprise when he twisted me onto my belly.
My hips were snagged, and my ass was yanked roughly in the air until I was on my knees.
A hand pressed hard between my shoulder blades, so I kept my chest on the mattress.
I barely had time to take a breath before the blunt head of his cock touched my entrance, and then he slammed it inside of my soaked and needy pussy.
I cried out his name and fisted the sheet.
“Killian!”