15. Killian
15
KILLIAN
I groaned as I watched the camera feed.
The little firecracker actually used the gift I sent her.
I pressed replay and watched as she got into bed with the vibrator, under the covers.
I couldn’t see much, but it wasn’t hard to imagine what she was doing.
And the fucking sight was making me hard.
Jesus.
She shifted on the bed.
I had another present for her, but I was waiting before giving that as well. Didn’t want to overwhelm the poor girl. And this one, I planned to give to her in person.
I was fucking hard. But I was in my office at the new club.
We were getting ready for opening night.
It would be a part of our legitimate business—paying taxes and shit—but it would also be another place we used to funnel the drugs through before they were ready for transport.
We didn’t put everything in the warehouse.
That was only the beginning. There would be several businesses like this club that would serve as a front for drug funneling and money laundering.
And if we happened to turn a profit from those legit businesses, well, that wouldn’t be a fucking problem.
It was late in the night.
I should be going home to get some rest.
But I was fucking restless, and I wouldn’t get any sleep even if I did go home now.
Nope, I probably wouldn’t be able to resist temptation and end up doing something stupid.
And the way I was feeling now, I couldn’t afford to be doing something stupid.
I looked out the glass window from the office as the workers got ready for opening night a few days from now.
Some of the dancers were here, including Zoe.
She met my eyes through the crack and her smile was predatory, making me lose whatever erection I’d gotten from watching Mila.
It was just as well.
It wasn’t like I could rub one out in my place of business with no privacy.
I looked away from her without showing any reaction, turning back to the computer and studying all the numbers set out before me.
I had always been good with numbers.
It was one of the many reasons my brothers left me with the accounting of our business, though Maverick checked up on it as well.
He was too much of a control freak to not know what was going on with our empire.
But he entrusted me to pore through all our accounts and make sure there wasn’t any inconsistency. A job I didn’t mind until I found my concentration blown to bits these last few days.
Hell, weeks. Ever since Silas tackled me on the ground and declared he was keeping the girl.
My eyes shifted when something moving outside the office caught my attention.
Speaking of the devil. I watched as Maverick walked through the club, Silas by his side, men and women getting out of their way and staying as far away from their menacing orbit as possible.
Except for one person, of course.
Zoe stopped them on the way to the office, placing one hand with long, sharp fingernails on Silas’ chest.
Though he didn’t react to her touch, he stepped back until her hand hung awkwardly in the air before she put it down.
She pouted.
I wondered what she would have done if she knew how contradictory she looked.
Zoe wasn’t the pouting kind of girl.
More like someone who would stab you in the chest while you were sleeping.
And there was nothing about her that was doing it for me.
At least, not anymore.
Zoe had been a regular between the three of us.
Sometimes we’d shared her, sometimes we’d gone solo with her, but she was one of the few women who had lasted the longest with us, for no other reason than that she knew the score.
Or, I’d thought she did.
But my brothers hadn’t touched her since they brought Mila home, and I had been so caught up in my own feelings on the matter, I didn’t see her.
I didn’t have any interest now, and it seemed they didn’t either.
Maverick said something to her that made her eyes flash with anger before she schooled her features back to normal.
Maverick and Silas walked to the office, leaving Zoe behind.
I looked up at them when they entered. “What was that about?”
Maverick shrugged. “She’s getting us drinks.”
I raised one eyebrow at that. “Judging by her expression, you really trust whatever drinks she places in front of us?”
Silas chuckled and shook his head. “Nah, but that’ll get her to leave us alone for a while.”
“Or we can just fire her,” I commented.
We’d kept her around because she wasn’t clingy, and she knew what she was doing in the sack. But we didn’t owe her any loyalty and had never made any promises to her beyond a good time. The minute she started to grow clingy was the minute I found her usefulness gone.
“That’s cold, even for you,” Silas commented.
“Or you can just take her up on her offer,” I replied.
He didn’t answer me. Instead, he walked up to the black leather couch pushed against one wall and rested his feet on the one-thousand-dollar glass coffee table.
I narrowed my eyes at him.
He sighed and sat up straight. “I don’t fucking know why you decorated this place with expensive shit when they would get ruined sooner or later.”
“By you?”
He grinned. “I could bring Mila here, and we’d make good use of everything.”
Maverick shook his head. “Better than just giving her a vibrator and leaving her alone.”
I glared at him.
Silas laughed. “No shit. He did that?” He turned to me. “You did that?”
“I thought she might need a little help. The poor girl’s obviously not getting it from you,” I taunted.
“Oh, she gets plenty,” Silas said, not falling for it.
I shook my head. “What the hell do you want? It has become a common occurrence for you two to come by and annoy the crap out of me, and I don’t like it.”
Silas stood up. “Aww, we love you, too, big bro.”
I scowled at him. “If you come near me, I will throw you to the ground.”
He grinned. “I’d like to see you try.”
Zoe walked into the office without knocking. “I got all your favorite drinks,” she said, her voice high-pitched and headache-inducing.
I rubbed my temples.
I might be spending too much time in front of the computer screen.
I nodded when she placed a glass of scotch in front of me, though I didn’t touch it.
“Thanks,” Maverick said smoothly, ever the diplomat. “If you’re done, we’d like a moment of privacy.”
Her face deflated—or, as much as it could with all the work she had done. I didn’t think she could frown. She was only a little older than Silas by a year or so, but this fucking life ages one before their time, and she was definitely experiencing that.
It was easy to ignore it when we didn’t spend all that much time with her, and at one point, it had been about getting off as quickly as possible—as much of an asshole as that might make me sound.
“I thought I could stay around, in case you guys need anything,” she said, running her fake nails up and down my arm. I slid my chair back until her hand dropped.
“I’m fine,” I said.
She looked around at us. “Are you sure?”
I didn’t return her gaze when I answered, “Yup.”
Huffing in annoyance, she walked out the door, her heels clicking loudly on the hard floor.
Neither of my brothers said anything, and I wasn’t in the mood for them to ask me why I didn’t take Zoe up on her offer when I usually wasn’t the one to turn her down.
Knowing Zoe, she wouldn’t have minded if I told her to suck me off here, even with all the people around.
“Let’s get to work. We should talk about opening nights and get one of the bouncers here to coordinate with security. You know the feds are going to show up,” Maverick said.
We had one of the longtime feds in our pocket, but the two they’d sent here from DC had been a thorn in our sides since the moment they’d stepped foot off the plane.
Maverick nodded and moved to the couch, sitting down. We each grabbed a chair and sat around him, then we got to work.
We worked through the night.
All the while, my focus stayed on the video feed I must have watched over a hundred times before my brothers showed up.
It was early in the morning.
The sky had taken on a blue hue, but the sun wasn’t up yet, and I didn’t think it would be for another hour.
Everything was quiet, and everyone was fast asleep, save for the night guards we had on the property.
They greeted me silently as I walked through the house, a small black box in hand.
I didn’t know where Maverick or Silas had gone at this hour.
Knowing Maverick, he probably went back to the company building to see if he could do some last-minute work. While Silas probably went to sleep in one of the rooms at the club.
I should either be sleeping or working, but instead, I was walking back into her room.
I didn’t know how to stop myself, and all of these back-and-forth feelings were giving me a headache.
Quietly, I opened the door.
The dawn sky provided enough light that I could make her out right away in the bed.
Her legs moved slightly, shuffling the blanket, but she didn’t wake up.
I walked over to the edge of the bed and watched her sleep.
She looked peaceful.
As if she hadn’t been taken against her will or was living in the house with the three men who had killed her father.
My eyes came to a stop at the end of the bed when I found a bit of gray fabric. Frowning, I grabbed it to see it was the gray sweats she had put on for bed the night before.
The little innocent didn’t think to put them back on after she had gotten herself off, which meant all she was wearing were the T-shirt and her panties.
I shifted on my feet, trying not to let the hard-on get to me.
My hand reached out for her without thinking, and I pushed back a strand of hair that had fallen in her face.
Her nose wiggled a bit, and fuck me, but I found the move cute as fuck.
I shook my head at myself.
If my brothers could read my mind, they would think I had lost it.
Since when did I think she was cute as fuck?
Since when did my brothers and I turn down the opportunity to fuck Zoe?
Hell, I didn’t even think they had gotten their dicks wet since we brought home the little captive, despite coming to her and playing with her.
I was aware of the camera when I cupped her soft cheek.
Aware of it, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop.
Let Maverick think whatever he wanted about this.
I didn’t have the energy to care.
I tugged down the covers from her body, revealing the loose black T-shirt she had on.
I pulled down the sleeve, and though she made a small noise in the back of her throat, she didn’t wake.
One shoulder was bare to me, and I let my fingers run over the skin there, pausing when I got to the slightly raised bump of what appeared to be scars.
She had scars on her back, and, judging from what I could feel, she had lots of them.
I frowned.
Why would she have scars on her back like this?
I slid her shirt down further and that was when she woke up.
She gasped and rolled away from me.
I watched her without a word as she took me in with wary eyes.
“Why are you here?” she asked, sitting up on the bed. The pillow shifted, and the tip of the pink vibrator I got her peeked out.
My lips twitched.
I wondered how she would react if I teased her about it.
“To see you,” I said, making sure my facial expression stayed the same.
She eyed me. She wouldn’t be able to figure out what I was thinking or feeling, and that was the way I wanted to keep it.
Ever since I met this girl, every single one of my shields had been slowly peeled away from my body, and all that was left was a man with no means to protect himself.
I didn’t like it one bit.
Yet, I couldn’t fucking stay from her the way I had been planning to since the beginning.
Her eyes moved down to the black gift box I had set on the bed by her body.
One eyebrow rose in surprise when she met my eyes once more.
“Another present?” she asked, her voice hoarse from sleep. A slight blush overtook her face, as if she was thinking about what she had done with my first present from last night.
Her shyness was?—
Different.
I thought back to Zoe.
I didn’t think I had ever been with anyone who was shy. Reserved, sure. Women who craved darkness, definitely.
But shy?
And she wasn’t exactly here by her own choice.
But this shyness…
I couldn’t figure out if it was all an act, or if she was really shy.
Why would the club princess of one of the most notorious one-percenter MCs be shy? Shouldn’t she be living up to the Hayes name?
I didn’t know, and right now, I found I didn’t fucking care. I just wanted to see how deep I could make that blush of hers go, how much lower it would travel when I teased her.
I grinned, baring teeth. “Why don’t you open it, firecracker?”
She narrowed her eyes at the nickname. I fought the urge to laugh. She was definitely a little firecracker.
I grabbed the small box and placed it on her lap.
She studied the box. My eyes traced the outline of her small face, the softness of her jawline, and even the slight prominence of her nose.
It wasn’t small, not by the standard I had been seeing women trying to achieve with their plastic surgeon, and was pointed slightly upward, but this nose matched her face well, and it only worked to highlight all the other pretty features, making for one very interesting girl.
My fingers tapped the outside of my leg, and I tried not to reach out and trace the outline of her face.
Her little fingers reached for the ribbons on the box, and I watched her untie the strings and pull the top lid off.
She gasped, and like a dream, her blush took on a deeper shade of red. Unable to stop myself, I reached out and stroked her cheek with the back of my finger.
She didn’t flinch, but she wasn’t relaxed either.
“Do you like your present?” I asked.
She frowned. “Why? Is it for you?”
I laughed. Fuck, she was cute. Not that I would say that out loud. No need for her to get too big of a head.
“Nope. It’s for you. I even brought the lube to make it easier,” I said, pointing at the small bottle tucked next to the butt plug.
Fuck, but I couldn’t help but imagine how pretty she would look plugged.
“Aren’t I considerate, baby?”
Her lips pulled back in a sneer, and I didn’t know if it was because of my statement or the term of endearment that slipped out.
“Oh, yeah, so considerate.”
I ignored the sarcasm and let my fingers stray down to her jawline, moving along the lines, and stopping at her earlobe. I tugged it slightly, and her mouth gaped, her light eyes turning dark with arousal.
Jesus.
I could see why Silas was so obsessed with her, and why Maverick was close behind.
She didn’t flinch from my touch in disgust.
She didn’t see the monster’s hands that touched her, but the hands of a man who?—
Wanted to bring her pleasure.
And after being played with by my brothers, and for her to react like this to me?
I was wholly prepared to leave her alone with her present.
Hell, she could have shown it to one of my brothers, and they could have shown her how fun it would be.
But I got this for her, specifically .
Though I wasn’t jealous about her being with my brothers, I didn’t want them to be the ones who introduced her to this.
I let my hand move down her shoulder, playing with the sleeve of the shirt lightly before moving south once more, settling on the dip of her waist.
She blinked at me but didn’t stop me.
She probably wasn’t stopping because she didn’t think she had a choice.
I shouldn’t care about what she thought.
She was my little captive, so what would it matter, considering her say held so little weight?
Yet the words were out of my mouth before I thought better of it.
“Tell me to stop right now if you don’t want this,” I said quietly. “But remember, little firecracker, you only get this one chance. You say it, and I’ll walk away. Do you want this?”
She didn’t answer me right away, but instead looked up at me with wide eyes. As if it was surprising that I was giving her this chance.
I waited with bated breath for her answer.
Her mouth opened and her small tongue peeked out and licked her lips. I felt my dick twitch, and I could just imagine how good it would feel if she took my dick and licked the tip like that.
Or take me fully in her hot little mouth and let me fuck her.
Let me use her.
My good little whore.
Mine and my brothers and no one else’s.
And how fucking possessive I would be.
I would cut off the hand of any man who tried to touch her, would blind them if they saw what they weren’t supposed to see, would fucking kill to keep her in this little tower of hers.
My own little Rapunzel.
A dark fucking fairy tale comes to life.
Then she nodded, and nothing existed but that fucking nod.
She wanted this— wanted me —almost as badly as I wanted her.
Fuck.
I didn’t know how desperately I’d wanted this until she agreed.
I squeezed her waist, and she jumped a little.
“Say it, firecracker. I want to hear you say it. This is your choice and I need you to know that. I will fucking walk out this door if you don’t want this, and that would be all there is to it.”
Could she hear the desperation bleeding from my voice?
Fuck me.
“Yes,” she whispered without hesitation, her eyes lit with something I had never seen before.
I smiled, feeling too much like the devil.
Her eyes widened again and she tried to move away, but I grabbed the hem of her shirt and held her still.
“I warned you,” I said. “I gave you a chance to turn away from me.”
She stared at me defiantly, all trace of shyness gone from her face, and I couldn’t decide which I liked more, her shyness or her rebellion.
I pushed her down to the side of the bed, watching as her shirt shifted up a little, revealing a smooth expanse of creamy legs.
My mouth watered as she breathed in and out harshly, but she didn’t answer me.
“You want this?”
She bit her bottom lip and nodded.
“You want me?” I asked.
Again, she nodded.
She watched as I grabbed the anal plug from the box, letting my finger trace over the tip.
I had cleaned it before putting it in the box.
Good thing, too, because I didn’t want to have to leave her now, not even for the few minutes it would take me to clean and prepare it for her.
I set the toy down on the bed beside her and turned my attention back to the girl.
She gasped slightly when I pulled the shirt up, revealing her bare ass to my gaze.
“No underwear?” I asked.
I knew she hadn’t put the sweats back on, but the no underwear surprised me.
She shook her head, a small frown overtaking her face. “No. Silas took them.”
I watched her for a beat before letting my head fall back, laughing loudly.
When I turned back to her, she was scowling at me.
“My, what did you do for him to take them away, naughty girl?”
Her eyes narrowed. She wasn’t going to answer me.
Didn’t matter.
I didn’t fucking care, not when I was enjoying the consequences of her punishment too much.
I let my hand settle on her ass cheek, and she froze on the bed as I moved the hand over the supple flesh.
Fuck, her ass was out of this world.
I was an ass man for sure, and I could spend the whole day worshiping hers, no doubt about it.
“Has anyone ever played with your asshole?” I asked, letting my hand move down her crease.
I paused when the tip of my finger found the tight ring of muscle there.
She took in a stuttered breath and shook her head.
I grinned and pressed my finger inside just a little.
Her legs twitched.
I moved my hand up and down her crease, stopping when I got to her pussy.
Fuck. Her greedy little cunt was weeping with want.
Unable to stand it anymore, I grabbed her hips and forcefully turned her so that she was on her stomach—her ass up, presented to me.
She gasped and peered over her shoulder at me.
I only watched her face for a quick second before bringing my attention back to her ass.
I blew on her asshole, and watched as it puckered up.
“That means no one has ever eaten out your ass either, huh?”
She frowned. “What are you talking about?—”
Her words were cut off when I leaned down and ate her ass.
I moved my lips over her pussy first, sucking up all her juices into my mouth, then moved my lips, letting my tongue come to play with her tight little muscle there.
Fucking delicious.
Her legs trembled in the bed, and she let out a small whimper that I couldn’t be sure was a protest or a plea for more.
Perhaps both.
I smiled against her skin, pulling back to watch her as I ran my hand up and down the back of her legs.
Her eyes were closed, her face etched in ecstasy as she bit her bottom lip, as if she was afraid to make any noise.
I grabbed the lube and opened it, squirting out a generous amount around her cute little asshole, then the butt plug.
I might have wanted it to hurt, but I didn’t want to damage her.
Her eyes sprang open, and she watched me silently as I brought the plug to the tight ring of muscle. I placed my other hand on the small of her back, rubbing it around in soothing circles.
“Relax for me, firecracker.”
She took a deep breath and relaxed her muscles for me.
“Good girl.”
Her leg twitched at the praise.
It seemed my little firecracker had a bit of praise kink.
Good to know.
“Such a good girl for me,” I cooed. Then I guided the fat head of the plug into her entrance, watching as she sucked it in immediately.
Fuck me.
She moaned.
“Hold still, baby. Still got some more to go.”
“You mean it’s not all the way in?” she asked, sounding incredulous.
I laughed. “Not yet.”
“Fuck,” she muttered, and my smile widened.
I twisted the plug around and she made a small noise in the back of her throat.
She was turned on.
I could see her arousal dripping down the inside of her leg.
“Deep breath for me,” I said. I waited until she let it out before pushing the plug in all the way.
A low groan came out of me as I watched her take the plug in so beautifully, until only the flat end remained visible.
“Fuck, do you have any idea how fucking sexy you look like this?” I asked.
I slapped her ass when she didn’t answer me, causing her to jump and shoot a glare my way.
I grinned. “Answer me, baby.”
A deep blush overtook her cheeks and she muttered a low, “No.”
“That’s a shame. This image could send priests to their knees.”
She rolled her eyes at me, and I chuckled. I grabbed her waist and helped her kneel on the bed so she was facing me. The shirt fell back down to her mid-thigh.
She was dwarfed by the fabric.
She looked fuckable like this, with a fat plug in her ass, no panties, and wearing one of my brothers’ shirts.
She directed her gaze to my chest.
“How does it feel?” I asked.
She licked her lips. “Full.”
“Look at me, firecracker,”
Her eyes came up to meet mine, something soft about them.
I didn’t say anything for a beat. Not until I was sure I wouldn’t give anything away. I didn’t want to show her my hand until I was sure I wasn’t going to be the one at a disadvantage in this relationship.
And I wouldn’t be.
I wouldn’t fucking allow it.
“Lift your shirt.”
“Excuse me?”
I resisted the urge to smile, though I didn’t doubt she could see the amusement in my eyes. “Lift your shirt, baby. Show me your body. Let me see your gorgeous tits, aching for my touch.”
“And why would I do that?”
“Because if you’re good for me, I’ll reward you. And firecracker, you’ll love this reward. I promise.”
She hesitated for a moment, and I waited to see if she would do it, hoping, praying that she would.
Heat moved through me, my dick getting so hard now it was difficult to concentrate when she brought her hands down to the hem of her shirt and slowly pulled it up.
I licked my lips. “Higher,” I said, when I caught a hint of her pussy.
She swallowed hard and pulled it higher, showing off a pale stomach with the cutest little belly button. Higher still, until I caught sight of the swell of the bottom of her tits.
I met her eyes. “Higher.”
She bit her lip and complied, revealing her tits to my gaze and settling the fabric against her collarbone.
“Good girl. Now, hold it there and I’ll be right back.”
I turned and walked away, hearing a small protest coming from her lips, but a glance back told me she was still holding the position.
I went to the bathroom and washed my hands, trying to calm the raging hard-on I was sporting.
Jesus.
I wasn’t a fucking teenager anymore, seeing some tits for the first time.
I shouldn’t be affected by this little slip of a girl.
I walked back out to the bed and found her holding the same position I’d told her to. And how beautifully she did it, too.
Her throat moved up and down from a swallow when I came back to her, though she didn’t say anything.
“Are you wet?” I asked, circling her nipple with the tip of my finger.
She sucked in a sharp breath but didn’t say anything.
I pinched her nipple roughly.
She tried to pull away, but I only tightened my grip.
“Oh, God,” she said, shaking her head.
“Answer me, baby. Are you wet?”
I let go of her nipple, watching it pebble.
She nodded. “Yes.”
It was a soft, almost silent yes, but I would take it.
I leaned down and let my lips skim over her cheek. I smiled when I found her eyes closing a bit, and her hold on her shirt started slipping.
“Nuh-uh, firecracker. Keep your shirt up, okay? I want to see all of you.”
She tightened her grip on her shirt, while her thoughts seemed to be running a million miles per second through her eyes.
How badly I wanted to read her mind.
To hear all the words she was too shy, too afraid, to say out loud to me.
I would own her inhibition, I vowed silently. I didn’t care how long it fucking took, but one of these days, she wouldn’t just tell me all the dirty thoughts running through her head—she would act on them.
I moved my hands down her sides, taking in the feel of her ribs pressing out.
She was thin.
Much thinner than what I was used to, and that should be a total turnoff.
Instead, I found myself with the urge?—
To take care of her.
Feed her.
My hands came around the small of her back, letting my lips come down to her neck.
She tilted her head to the side to give me better access, and I wasted no time sucking the tender flesh into my mouth.
I wanted to mark her, and I didn’t care that there was a good chance my brothers might see it.
They might see that, like them, Daniel Hayes’ daughter was getting to me, and that I was fighting a losing battle.
She made the softest little noise with her lips, her hips moving restlessly against me, seeking me out.
“Such a good girl,” I said, pulling slightly away from her skin.
She whimpered again, her back arching and bringing more of her into me.
“Do you like it when I call you my good girl?” I asked, lowering my hands until I cupped her ass cheeks, molding them with my palms. “Are you wet, knowing I’m gonna reward my good girl for being so good for me?”
She leaned her body weight against me, as if my words had the power to weaken her legs.
I felt like the most powerful man in the world, something that an army of five thousand men couldn’t even come close to achieving.
Mila opened her eyes, and if I were a whimsical man, I might even believe that the color of her eyes was enough to put me under a spell.
I let my fingers dip between her ass cheeks, pressing down on the plug and feeling her muscles tense.
We didn’t say anything for a moment, then I pulled my hand away and spanked the side of her ass cheek.
The cloud of lust cleared for a second from her eyes. “Hey! What was that for?”
I grinned. “Mine.”
It— she was fucking mine.
I let my hand travel to her front, pushing my palm against her belly, noting the difference between us, and finding her so fucking fascinating, I didn’t know what to do about it.
She was tiny.
So fucking tiny, I was afraid if I played too roughly, I might break her, yet I didn’t think I could be gentle.
Not now, when I was completely in a frenzy.
I wanted to push her to see if I could bring her to her limits without breaking this delicate girl.
I lowered my hand and cupped her pussy.
Her small pussy, which was drenched.
She closed her eyes when I started to move, her hips mimicking the movements she would make had I been fucking her.
So fucking sweet.
I rubbed a little harder, my fingers seeking her swollen clit and pressing down on the nub.
“Come,” I said.
Her hands came up and grabbed my biceps, her blunt nails digging into my skin.
I moved faster against her as her legs shook. She was close.
Leaning forward, I nipped her shoulder sharply, and that was what pushed her over the edge.
She screamed through her release, and I leaned back slightly to take in her facial expression.
Fuck, but she was beautiful when she came.
I licked my lips and leaned over to grab the vibrator hidden partially underneath her pillow, turned it on, and brought it to her slit.
Her eyes flew open, shock moving in them before arousal quickly took over.
She tightened her grip on my biceps as I glided the stick back and forth on her opening, coming near her clit but never pressing it.
She whined in protest.
“What is it?” I asked.
Her eyes met mine and she shook her head, as if she was too shy to really ask for what she needed.
But she should know there wasn’t any need for it.
I licked up her cheek and blew on the wet skin there, holding the vibrator up against her pussy. “Beg me for it. Tell me where you want this.”
Again, she shook her head.
“No? Then I guess I’ll just have to keep teasing you.”
“Killian.”
Her voice was husky from her arousal, the tone fucking addictive. I could probably listen to her talk all day. I didn’t fucking care what she said. Hell, she could be reciting passages from the Bible, for all I fucking cared.
Her voice was made for sin .
“Beg me,” I said, pulling the vibrator away for a quick second and bringing it back to her slit.
She pushed her hips down, as if to find more friction.
“Uh-uh, naughty girl. You’ll take what I give you, and if you want to come again, you’ll beg me for it. Tell me where you want me to put this vibrator.”
Blue fire blazed in her multicolored eyes, and she sneered, “My clit. Fuck. Press it against my clit and let me come… please .”
I was sure the “please” was an afterthought.
I would have laughed if I weren’t so fucking turned on by her attitude.
Fuck me, but I was in trouble.
I brought the vibrator up to her clit and pressed down on the swollen bundle of nerves, watching as she started to tremble on the bed.
I wrapped her hair around my other fist and pulled on it roughly. “Come for me, firecracker.”
And, like her nickname, she fucking exploded so beautifully.
Her knees gave out, and I guided her gently back so she was lying on the bed. I easily spread her legs, taking in the sight of the fat plug in her ass, along with the arousal that ran down her inner thighs, coating her skin and part of the plug.
What a fucking sight.
I slapped her pussy.
She shrieked, jumping a little, and tried to close her legs.
I spread them once more, playing with her pussy and prolonging the orgasm.
“So fucking mean,” she muttered, making my smile widen.
“You really think I’m mean after two mind-blowing orgasms?”
Her chest heaved as she glared up at me, not quite coming down from it yet.
“Who said it’s m-mind-blowing?”
Would she have said that if she knew her hips were moving up and down slightly on the bed, along with my fingers?
I laughed. “Just a guess.”
I turned off the vibrator and held the tip of it up to her lips. “Open.”
She eyed me warily, but did as I asked, and I entered the tip of it inside her mouth. “Suck.”
She obeyed me beautifully.
“Do you taste good?” I asked, licking my lips and remembering her taste on my tongue before. I wanted her again.
She let out a stuttered breath but didn’t answer me.
I took the vibrator away, and her eyes watched me warily.
I spread her legs out even further and carefully pulled the plug from her. I wasn’t that much of an asshole, though I was half tempted to make her leave it in for the next hour.
But this was an introduction to anal play—by my guess, based on her reaction.
I didn’t want to turn her off from that. Silas would probably kill me. Ass play was probably his favorite kind of play. And Maverick might help him bury my body.
I laughed at the thought and her brows lowered in a small frown. I shook my head.
“You have the most delectable ass, you know that, firecracker?”
Her breath caught at my words, and the small, puckered muscles clenched. “And such a fuckable little asshole.” I lightly pressed it with my thumb. “One of these days, I’m going to lay you over my lap while I play with your asshole. Maybe answer emails while I have my finger inside of you, fucking you with it and driving you insane.”
“Fuck,” she murmured. I was sure I wasn’t supposed to have heard it. I bit in a smile.
“Stay,” I said, walking back to the bathroom.
“Should I bark?” I heard her mutter under her breath.
I resisted the urge to laugh out loud. Amusing little thing, wasn’t she?
I cleaned the vibrator and the plug with soap and warm water before wetting a clean cloth and coming back out with all three items in my hands.
She took them but didn’t say anything.
I put the vibrator back under her pillow, and the plug in a drawer, and, meeting her eyes, I said, “Just in case you’re feeling horny later and no one’s around.”
She narrowed her eyes at me but didn’t say anything, her cheeks taking on a slight shade of pink.
I climbed into the bed, leaned back against the headboard, and reached for her.
I placed her on my body, her back to my front, and spread her legs so they rested on either side of my thighs, then I proceeded to clean her with the cloth.
“I can do that,” she said, a tinge of shyness in her voice as she made a move to grab the cloth.
I held her off. “Let me.”
It wasn’t a request.
I fucking enjoyed doing this for her.
Silas was usually the one to do this aftercare for the women we fucked—at least, the ones that seemed like they wanted it—but I found I didn’t mind this so much.
I swiped the cloth across her slit, taking up all the juices and making sure she was nice and clean before letting her cross her legs.
I threw the cloth onto the floor.
She looked back at me before pulling the blanket over the lower half of her body, as if she thought that would really protect her from me.
I didn’t say anything and let her have this illusion of safety, lightly skating my hand up until it rested around her middle.
I felt her take a deep breath.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
Fuck if I knew.
I didn’t answer her. I drew little circles with my finger on the soft skin of her belly, dipping my finger inside her navel a bit before pulling away. She shivered against me.
I had never been with another woman who was as sensitive to my touch as she was, and I found her reaction to be fucking addictive.
What would it be like if I fucked her? If I let the tight heat of her pussy surround my dick, felt her clenching around me, her nails raking on my back because I thrust a little too roughly.
I was sure she could feel my hard-on now.
It hadn’t gone away since I started to play with her.
She wiggled against me and I held her even tighter. “Hold still,” I gritted out.
“Let me go. You obviously have… uh, something you need to do.”
I laughed. “Something to do is right. Would you like to help?”
She swallowed but didn’t say anything.
I held my hand and kept her close to me.
“Tell me what living at the club was like, little firecracker.”
She stilled against me. Then, “Why?”
“Call it a curiosity.”
“Are you thinking about joining a biker gang soon?”
I laughed over that. “Fuck, no. I’m doing pretty well for myself, don’t you think?”
She made a small noise in the back of her throat that I had a hard time interpreting.
“The Tiernan crime family, right?”
“You’ve heard of us?”
“You’re supposed to be in Las Vegas,” she said. “You should have stayed there.”
I didn’t know how to respond to the little snark she threw my way, before I laughed. “Unluckily for you, we came back to Chicago and took what rightfully belonged to us.”
“The narcotics drug trade along with this crime empire, you mean?”
I waited until she met my eyes, still smiling. “Yup. And ended up keeping you as a bonus.”
Although I still wasn’t convinced that having her here was lucky for us.
She could be our downfall.
It seemed as if God had carefully crafted Mila Hayes to be the Tiernan men’s downfall.
She wrinkled her nose in disgust. “I’m not a fucking bonus.”
I squeezed her to me, making her breath catch.
“When your bastard father attacked our family home, we had to go into hiding,” I said.
I didn’t even know why I was explaining this to her in the first place.
“Why Las Vegas?”
“Our uncle lives there. He’s head of the Tiernan Syndicate in that area. We worked for him for a while. Proved our worth. Proved he didn’t make bad a decision in taking in three orphaned little boys.”
She turned to meet my eyes, shock in them. “You had to convince your uncle to let you in? To protect you?”
I shrugged. “He and my dad didn’t get along. He threw a three-day celebration when he heard our old man kicked the bucket.”
“That’s… terrible.”
I chuckled. “Ah, don’t worry. We joined in.”
She gasped and I tightened my arms around her, never forgetting that she was basically naked underneath the T-shirt she wore to bed.
“He wasn’t a good father.”
She was quiet for a moment. “Oh.”
“Yeah. I’m sure you know what that’s like.”
I was sure the scars on her back happened because of her bastard father. I would have asked her about it, but I wondered if she would tell me the truth. Probably not.
It wasn’t like I was going out of my way to confess all my childhood trauma.
But this girl was easy to talk to.
I had to be careful around her, or I might show her what little soft spot I did have.
I rubbed my palm over her soft belly.
This was considered a vulnerable place for a lot of animals. And she was showing it to me.
“How trusting.”
She sucked in a sharp breath. “I don’t fucking trust you. Just because I’m lying in your arms doesn’t mean anything.”
I leaned down and kissed her cheek. “You can say whatever you want, but remember this: You said yes earlier.”
And how fucking sweet that yes was.
She bit her lips, the fire back in her eyes. “I was using you to get off. Now that that’s accomplished, you can leave.”
She made a move to get off me. I laughed and took her back into my arms. “Is that so?”
She struggled against me, and I grunted when her ass brushed my hard-on. I tightened my hold on her. “Stay still.”
She glared back at me.
“Ah, don’t be like that,” I said. “We were having a nice little chat.”
“I have to go brush my teeth and eat breakfast.”
I smiled and watched her for a beat before loosening my hold.
She wasted no time jumping off the bed and running to the bathroom, shutting the door behind her with a bang.
I laughed out loud.
It was as I said.
A fucking amusing little thing.