Chapter 3 #2
Her green eyes drop to my cock. “Looks like you can.”
There’s no missing the outline of how hard I am in my gray boxer briefs.
“I can’t,” I repeat, but make no move to push her away.
This is what I wanted, her on her knees staring up at me while I fuck those pouty red lips.
Hell, it looks like I already have by the way her makeup is smeared.
All that’s missing is her drool and my cum on her flawless face.
“You’re a Lord. You can do whatever you want.” She scans my left hand to look for a wedding ring. When she meets my eyes again, she smiles at the lack of one.
“Not yet,” I add stupidly.
“Ah, I see.” She nods, taking a step back, and I release her wrists.
Thank God she understands, because I don’t know if I could turn her down one more time.
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but a Lord going through initiations can’t stick his dick in a woman’s pussy, ass, or mouth.
” Reaching up, she slowly grabs the collar of my suit jacket and shrugs it off, exposing her body to me before it falls to her bare feet, but I keep my eyes on hers.
“But we can still play.” She walks backward into the room and scoots onto the bed, spreading her legs.
I can’t help but look over her body—I only have so much restraint—spread open and ready to be played with.
She’s leaning back on her hands, chest pushed out, showing off her breasts, pink nipples hard and begging for me to suck on them.
If I had time, I’d tie her to the bed and lick every inch of her while she begged me to let her get off.
She falls onto her back, spreads her legs wider, and lifts her hips, letting me have a better view of her pussy. I can see how wet she is from here, and my cock begs to fuck her cunt until she’s coming all over it and then let her lick it clean.
“Goddamn.” The word falls from my lips like a prayer, and she smiles. Wars have been started over pussy because of weak men like me.
She’s not wrong. If we “play,” I’m not breaking any rules. The question is, can I stop myself?
“I saw you staring at me earlier.” She smiles. “It’s okay. You can gag me if I get too loud.” Her eyes flicker to the closed door quickly before returning to mine.
Goddammit.
I stay where I am, unsure of what to do or unable to move. My slacks are undone and about to fall down my legs while my cock strains against my boxer briefs. My heart pounds just thinking about holding her down while watching my cock slide in and out of her greedy cunt.
The moment I saw her earlier, I wanted nothing more than to strip her naked and fuck her. Even though I knew I couldn’t.
“Fuck me,” I exclaim loudly when I spot a woman on the deck, sipping a glass of champagne.
“I apologize,” Saint says to an old lady glaring at me for my language. “First time on the water. He’s feeling ill.”
Her face softens, and she opens her small purse. “I understand. This will help. I always carry them for my husband.” She hands me a piece of gum for nausea, and I pop it into my mouth, mumbling my thanks.
She walks off into a crowd, and Saint turns to me. “Keep it down.”
I ignore him as I watch her look in our direction. “Goddamn…”
“Like Adam said, you can’t use your dick right now,” he reminds me, grabbing my suit jacket and pulling me up a set of stairs and out of sight of the woman.
“I can jack off while I watch her fuck herself,” I ramble, trying to look over my shoulder. “I can fuck her with things other than my cock. Record it and watch it over and over.”
“Well, here I am. What are you going to do about it?” She arches a dark brow while playfully biting her bottom lip.
“Fuck it,” I say, and she giggles softly.
I grab a tube of hand lotion off the counter in the bathroom and walk over to the end of the bed. She sits up, shoving my slacks the rest of the way down my legs and then my boxer briefs. My dick springs to attention, and she licks her lips.
“Don’t,” I growl. My body is wound so tight I’m about to burst or vomit from the seasickness. “I can’t think of my cock in your mouth,” I warn her.
Her lying on her back, her head hanging off the edge with her pouty red lips wrapped around my dick and my hands tightening on her neck—pre-cum leaks from my dick just imagining her gagging on it.
She gazes up at me through her dark-painted lashes, and her lips part when she whispers, “Play with me.”
My hand drops between her legs, and I touch her pussy. I run my fingers along her lips, and she’s soaked.
I take a shaky breath. “We shouldn’t.” I try to convince myself that I could ever deny this woman in front of me. She’s every man’s wet dream.
She picks up the lotion, pops the lid, and squeezes some into her hand. Then she gets to her knees at the edge of the bed. “Then stop me,” she tells me.
“I don’t even know your name.” I want to roll my eyes at myself. I’m just trying to come up with reasons as to why I shouldn’t be here with her right now. Like her name fucking matters. It didn’t when I first saw her out on the deck.
“Eve.”
Of course it is. Wasn’t Eve the one who did something forbidden…something about an apple? Fuck, I’ve never wished that I was religious until now. I don’t think that story ended well. She’s the something forbidden that I shouldn’t be touching, but I’m going to anyway.
“What’s yours?” She runs her lotion-covered hand slowly up my shaft, and my hips press forward, wanting more.
“Kash,” I breathe.
She smiles. “Kash, I want to come all over your fingers as you come on me.”
“Goddamn.” We’re going to do this, and there’s no going back.
Fuck the Lords. Fuck my brothers and fuck the dead guy who lies on the floor beside the bed. I did a good deed, and she’s my reward.
Her hand quickens on my cock, and I push her back to lying on the bed. I crawl on top of her, spreading her legs open with mine. My fingers play with her pussy for a second before I slide one in.
Her eyes glass over, and her hand begins to slow on my dick. Removing my finger, I slap her cunt, and she cries out. Blinking, her now focused eyes meet mine. Her legs try to close, but I keep them open with my knees.
“Eyes on me, Eve,” I order.
That man who was just about to rape her wasn’t the first. She’s been used before. I’ve seen this at Carnage. The abused tune their abusers out—dissociate.
I scan her body, looking closely, and notice she has faint scars dotted on her inner thighs and wrists. Has she been beaten, or were they self-inflicted? I’ve seen those abused self-harm due to the trauma they’ve endured.
She also has several small bruises on her upper arms. Fingerprints maybe?
Are they fresh from the guy I just stopped from raping her?
At first glance out on the deck, she looked thin, but the way her ribs protrude through her skin tells another story.
She looks frail—breakable. Possibly from starvation or use of drugs.
I look over her hip and see three short vertical lines—they’re not fresh but they don’t seem old either. I run my finger over them, and she flinches.
“Tell me to stop, Eve.” I drop my hand back to her pussy, loving how red and swollen it is now from when I slapped it. “And I will.”
“No.” She sucks in a deep breath. “Please don’t. I want you to touch me.”
I slide two fingers into her this time, and her green eyes stare into mine. I can see them more clearly. They’re the prettiest green I’ve ever seen. She’s got them enhanced with black liner and mascara that still remains on her cheeks from crying earlier.
“Good girl,” I praise, and she whimpers. Pulling them out, I slide them in again.
Her hand starts to run up and down my shaft on autopilot, and I watch her eyes grow heavy when I add a third finger. “That’s it. You’re doing so good, Eve.”
She arches her neck, and her hips buck when my fingers get rough. “Please…oh, God…” Her hand falls from my dick, and I don’t even care about myself. She’s mesmerizing.
“Look at me, Eve,” I command. “Eyes on mine.”
She swallows and lowers her head, and her pretty green eyes find me once again. “Fuck, you’re goddamn perfect,” I tell her.
Her body rocks back and forth on the bed, and I work a fourth into her. She cries out as I shove them all the way in to my knuckles. “How many can you take, Eve? Hmm? Can you take them all?”
She’s gasping, body wiggling under mine, and I’ve never seen anything sexier.
“Angel,” I decide to call her.
If I believed in heaven, she’d be what I imagine it would look like. Her once tight bun has come loose, and her hair now fans out on the disheveled comforter and around her perfect face. Even with smeared makeup, she’s breathtaking.
“Please?” she begs, her tear-filled eyes searching mine, and just when I think she couldn’t get any more gorgeous, she does.
Her hands find their way to my hair. Nails scrape my scalp while her hips ride my fingers. “Fuucckkk…” Her lashes fall closed, and I push my hand farther into her cunt, feeling it stretch against her resistance.
Her eyes pop open in panic, and she gasps.
“Relax, Eve,” I tell her, working them in and out. I’m moving more slowly than I’d like, but I don’t want to hurt her.
She screams out my name, her hands fisting my hair, and I smile. “You can take it, angel.” You’d be surprised what a body can endure.
Fresh tears fall from the corner of her eyes, and I watch with fascination when she nods her head once. “I…I can take it.”
“Good girl.” I push my hand against the pressure of her body wanting to keep it out. “You’re so fucking soaked.”
Her legs tremble and her breathing becomes labored. “Just relax for me, angel. Let me in.”
“O-kay.” She sniffs.
“That’s it. You’re doing so good for me.” My eyes drop to watch my fingers work in and out of her tight pussy. “Come for me, Eve. I want to see how pretty you are when you get off.”
She cries out. I slap my free hand over her mouth and watch her eyes roll back into her head.
“That’s it, angel. I wish you could see how pretty you look right now.”
Her wet lashes fan her cheeks, and I smile when her soaked cunt tightens around my fingers. She arches her back, her chest swelling when she sucks in a long breath and holds it while she comes.
I gently remove my fingers and my hand from her mouth.
She gasps in a breath, and I stand, allowing her to close her legs. Rolling over, she curls into a ball, and I bring my fingers to my lips, licking them. Closing my eyes, I hum my appreciation for how fucking good she tastes.
I yank my slacks up to fasten them before buckling my belt, then return to the bathroom to wash my hands. My cell vibrates nonstop in my pocket, and I quickly dry my hands off to answer it. “Hey—”
“Where the fuck are you?” Adam snaps.
“I’m coming.” I wish that was the case. I’m so fucking hard right now.
“Haidyn has taken out his Lord. Have you done the same?”
Uh… “No.”
“Then what the fuck have you been doing? We’ve been texting you.” He’s lowered his voice, so I know he’s around a crowd of people.
“I said I’m coming. Chill.” I turn to look at the angel lying on the bed, but there’s nothing other than a disheveled bed.
“Be right there.” I hang up and rush into the room.
“Eve?” I bark, looking around, but she’s gone.
Her ripped dress is still on the floor and so are her heels.
My jacket is also MIA, and the door to the suite is closed. “Fuck.” She ran.
My cell vibrates again, and I grind my teeth. “What the fuck do you want?” I demand, looking at the dead guy on the floor.
“For you to do your fucking job.” This time, it’s Saint. “Where are you? We’re coming to you.”
“I’m in the owner’s suite, and I have a body.”
“Your initiation?”
“No.” I bend down and start to dig through his pockets so I can put a name to the Lord I murdered.
“What in the fuck are you doing killing random people?” Saint demands. “You’re going to get us in trouble.” He didn’t feel that way when we killed his plus-one in the poker room.
I ignore Saint and pull out the wallet. Opening it up, I scan his license and frown. “It’s him.”
“What?” Saint snaps, barging into the room.
I look up to see Adam behind him. Ending the call, I put my cell away. Haidyn enters, slamming the door shut. He glances around the room. “What the fuck happened in here?”
“I killed him. My Lord.” I frown. “But this isn’t the picture I was given.” I stand, remove the card from my wallet, and show it to Saint.
Haidyn snatches the license from my hand and places it next to the card Saint holds. “Name matches, but the guy doesn’t look the same.”
“Old picture.” Adam shrugs. “His license photo could be over twenty years old. He’s just gained thirty pounds and grew a beard. I think he looks like the Lord.”
“Whatever.” Saint hands me back the card. “It’s done. Let’s toss him over the private balcony. We’ve got to move on to Adam’s.”
“What’s up with the dress?” Adam asks, picking up the ripped material. He stares at the silk in his hands as if he’s seen it before.
“Did you kill his wife too?” Haidyn glances around, spotting her high heels as well. “Where’s the body?”
She definitely wasn’t his wife. He was paying to rape her. “Gone,” I answer, refusing to give them any details about my angel. The less they know, the better.
I help my brothers throw the Lord into the Atlantic Ocean over the private balcony. Placing my arms on the railing, I watch the deep sea that’s lit up from the lights under the yacht, feeling the nausea returning and trying to make sense of the night.
Who the fuck was that Lord and why was he with my girl? Was it meant to go down this way? Was she supposed to have led him to me? I have to find her.
“Let’s go.” Adam claps his hands.