30. Lafe
LAFE
P arker had his man deliver fresh clothes for all of us.
Tonight’s party was an elaborate affair.
Slacks and button-downs for us. Andre would probably go full-out with a suit.
And a long-sleeve red and black cocktail dress for Amorette.
Andre and Parker had checked them over before giving Parker’s man the approval.
Matías had lurked in the corner the entire time, not saying a word. He seemed fucking happy just to be there.
Fuck…
I raked my hands through my hair. We still had a few hours before we had to leave. One, the party started at ten. Two, we wanted Vicente to be drunk before we showed up. For the most part, he was a happy drunk. Until he wasn’t.
This was going to be hell.
But Killer wanted to go. She needed a little peace, and proving we were with Matías gave her some. If only prolonging the fallout with Vicente.
A knock rapped on my door.
My heart pounded as I went to answer it. It was Killer. The knock was too low to be any of my brothers.
“Hey,” she said softly as she looked up at me. Her beautiful blue eyes were large on her porcelain face. Her dark hair fell in waves, giving her the illusion of a tiny doll. She was so fucking tiny.
That was why they would have targeted her in the first place, after all.
Men ate that shit up.
"Hey,” I said as I stepped back. Once she was inside, I closed the door. I wanted to lock it, to keep her inside with me, but I didn’t want to scare her. I’d done that before and hated myself for it.
“Are you okay?” She faced me. Her body language was relaxed, her arms hung loose by her sides, yet her face was tilted up with such a sweet look of concern, I couldn’t ignore it.
I stepped forward and cupped her jaw. This was the girl who had saved me from pain. For anyone else, I wouldn’t give a fuck, except for her. She went against her entire being to save me in the ways she could.
Dropping closer to her, I paused to see if she would push me away. She didn’t.
I closed the rest of the distance and brushed my lips against hers, flicking my tongue along the seam of her lips. Again, I breathed her in like that day in the warehouse. She was everything to me.
Killer was everything I wasn’t. In the beginning, I struggled with it.
I hated her for it. Then I learned to love it.
She held me to the light in a way I never thought possible.
Her concern for me made me feel like a real person—one with thoughts and feelings, not just a corrupt vessel to work in the Institution.
That was why I’d asked Ricco for a favor. I promised we’d help them if they helped me. I’d talk to Andre about it. But not yet. I needed them to follow through with their part first.
“Thank you,” I whispered against her lips.
“For what?” She returned just as quiet.
“For this. I need it. Sometimes, Killer… I think I need you.” I squeezed my eyes shut and pulled her into my arms. Leaning my cheek on top of her head, I reveled in the feel of her tiny body against mine.
We’d only been here a short time, and I was aching to watch TV with her. To spend time with her. It was pathetic, but I wasn’t lying. I did need it.
She smoothed her palms up my back, and I started to harden.
“That’s not a good idea.” My voice was strained.
“I feel it,” she hummed softly. Then she ran her hands down my back, stopping just above my jeans. It didn’t take much, and I was suddenly all full-blown for her.
And she wasn’t stepping away.
“What about Grey? Or Andre?” I winced as my own hands traveled south, down her back and to her ass. I couldn’t help myself.
She laughed, and the delight in it surprised me. “They don’t care, you know that. They’ve made it very clear they want to share me. Even Parker.”
I couldn’t see her face, but given her tone, I imagined a frown tugging at her pouty lips. Such soft, suckable lips.
“You don’t want Parker?” I didn’t give a fuck about Parker.
I wanted her in my bed, under me. At the same time though, why was she so against Parker?
Out of the brothers, I was the worst one.
The druggie. The drug runner. He stole paintings and other art artifacts, but in Amorette’s eyes, that was practically nothing.
If she didn’t want him, could she really want me?
Killer sighed, then propped her chin on my chest so she could look up at me. “He’s sexy. I can see that. But he’s reckless and careless. He doesn’t care about who gets hurt in the process. If I’m going to be here, I need more stability than that. I know myself, and that’s my hard limit.”
I didn’t believe a word she said. But I’d let her figure that out in her own time. To be in this world…she’d benefit from having someone like Parker caring for her. Loving her. Protecting her.
“Okay.”
“Okay?” she repeated.
“Okay. I will never force you to be with any of my brothers. Or me, despite what you might think…” I trailed off.
The same memory must have played in her head as her gaze shuttered. Shaking her head, she slowly tunneled her hands under my shirt. Her touch was scalding and my breath quickened.
“I trust you,” she breathed.
That was it. I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed her like I needed my next fix. Fuck, she was my fix. If I couldn’t have the drugs, I wanted her. The way she lit me up in a different way energized me.
I picked her up and slammed my mouth on hers as she wrapped her arms and legs around me. We were a mash of hands, lips and teeth, exploring each other while trying to undress.
Her reaction to me, that she needed me just as much, was fuel to desire. When my thighs hit the bed, I dropped her and stripped out of my shirt and pants. Amorette matched me in speed as she stripped every piece of clothing from her perfect body.
Helvete , she was beautiful.
Unlike the others, I hadn’t had that many women. Not really. Amorette stretched out before me made me glad. I didn’t need anyone else.
Just her.
Always her.
I glanced toward the nightstand. Did Matías keep condoms here? I hadn’t checked…
“What are you looking for?” she panted.
“Condoms.”
“You don’t need them.” Catching the back of my neck, she pulled me down over her. “I know you saw Grey take me bare. I want you that way too.”
Fuck…
Bare. Raw.
Nothing between us.
I scooted her up the bed, enough to get my knees on the end, and she immediately spread her legs. Her pretty pink pussy was so wet as it opened for me. My cock ached and throbbed. And without any other thoughts in my head, I pressed it down with my thumb, then thrust inside.
Groaning, I bit my bottom lip. She gasped, and it wasn’t all good. I stopped.
“I’m sorry. I’m so fucki—”
“No, I’m okay. It was just a shock. I wasn’t wet enough for you. But I’m good.” Her hands roved over my chest and down to my waist, stroking me with gentle comfort. Amorette’s eyes were glassy, but not all from pain. She was turned on too.
“Let me—” I started to pull my hips back, but she stopped me.
“No, just fuck me.”
Another moan escaped me. She couldn’t talk to me like that. I wouldn’t make it. This already felt so different. I’d never fucked raw before. That it was Killer made it so much better.
“I don’t want to fuck you.” She froze, but I didn’t give her time to chew over things that didn’t matter or weren’t true.
“I want—I want to love you, Amorette. I’ve never done this before.
And I want to do this with you.” My chest was moving so hard with my breathing.
Fuck, I was going to hyperventilate trying to make love to her.
If she laughed, I’d be broken. Irreparably destroyed.
I wanted to laugh. I was already smashed to pieces; it just didn’t seem so bad with her.
Her eyes softened and she licked her top lip. “Let me make love to you.” Amorette slightly pushed until I pulled out, then guided me with easy hands to the pillows. When I was stretched out on my back, she came down and gave me a lingering kiss.
Then she loved me.
Caressing every part of my body, massaging, stroking, kissing. I was flying through a myriad of emotions. So relaxed from the attention but extremely tense with the desperate need to drive into her.
I needed to cum so fucking bad, but I wanted to experience this with her. From her.
When I reached for her, she stopped my hand and smiled. “No, I want this to be all about you. Next time, you can make it all about me. But Lafe, I’m so wet just from this. Watching how your face changes with each touch does something to me. I feel powerful.”
“You are powerful. You have the power to destroy me,” I gasped as she licked the head of my cock. When she squeezed the base, my eyes almost crossed.
Her laugh was husky, sultry in a way I hadn’t heard from her.
“I don’t want to destroy you. I want you to fall to pieces. I want us to fall apart together.” She moved to straddle my hips, and we both sighed in pleasure when she sank down on top of me.
This time when I spread my hands over her thighs, she didn’t stop me. Amorette rocked and squeezed her tits. They were a handful in her tiny hands and her nipples were rosy little buds that she pinched and tugged.
She squeezed around me every time she gasped. I reached down to massage her clit, and her speed picked up. Her gaze was locked on my face the entire time, and it was like she was cataloging every reaction and expression she wrung from me.
Then she was coming and her tortured expression took me out.
Gripping her hips, I thrust from beneath, fucking her hard and fast, so at odds with the sweetness she’d loved me with. Each stroke burned brighter, and when the familiar tingles spread from my balls, I tossed my head back, shouting to the ceiling.
She kept rocking and I trembled and shook. “No, stop. It’s too much.”
Lowering herself down, Amorette stroked her finger over the arch of my eyebrow, then down the bridge of my nose. She was learning me in every way she could.
It built a torrent of emotion so intense that I had the sudden urge to stay here tonight. To explore her. By myself. With my brothers.
Now that I’d had her, now that she was mine, I could see that everything had played out the way it should have. I needed her with my brothers because she meant too much to me to lose.
I wasn’t lying. It would destroy me if she were tortured or killed just by being associated with us. I couldn’t protect her on my own. But Grey and Andre could. Collectively, we could keep her from harm.
She was ours.