Primal (Kings of New York #3 | Kings of the Underworld #6)

1. Carmine

Carmine

FIVE MONTHS AGO.

“Sir, the door.”

My head pops up from reading through an email from a client I haven’t heard from in a few years.

“Who is it?” I ask.

Dylan glares at me as he turns on his heel. The man has been a pain in my side since my daughter Odette hired him after she and her husband Malice moved out. Dylan runs this house like he owns it, with the attitude to match.

Getting up from my desk, I make my way to the front of the house, pelting rain against the windows, the only other sound.

It’s too fucking quiet these days. Approaching the foyer, the heels of my leather loafers clack against the white marble floors, announcing my arrival, and I’m stopped short when I spot her.

Noa Carmichael.

The only woman to make me feel anything since my Juliette died. Noa stirs something in me I can’t ever remember feeling, even with my deceased wife.

“Noa.” My barkish tone has nothing to do with her and everything to do with losing control of myself when in her presence. “What are you doing here?”

Her ordinarily bright auburn hair looks dull from the rain, while her soaked coat drags her shoulders down. Her makeup, what little she wears, drips down her face, and she looks like a drowned rat, but still, she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.

“Noa?” My tone is sterner this time.

“Oh…uhm…well.” She strides closer while stumbling her way through an answer. I untie her coat and slide it off her body. That damn dress is soaked through, too.

“What the fuck are you out in this storm for?” I ask and crouch down, sliding off each of her pumps.

She inhales deeply, so I look up to see that her eyes are closed and her mouth is moving, but no sound comes out. Standing straight, I notice Dylan spying on us and gesture for him to gather her things. No way she’s going back out until she’s dried off.

My eyes decide to adventure along her body, taking in her wide hips—fuck, what I wouldn’t give to get my hands on them from behind.

Her voluptuous chest—tits big enough to spill out of my hands as I fuck her from behind.

And the longer my gaze lingers, the harder my dick grows, imagining her body beneath mine as I fuck her until she passes out.

It’s been a long fucking time since I’ve been with a woman. Maybe I’d be less cranky.

“It’s been too long.” Finally, I catch on to what she’s been mouthing. “I thought…” she stutters, “I thought, after that kiss…” The one seared into my brain that I can’t fucking forget. “Well, you never did anything after.”

I growl, “Don’t you think that was for a reason?” So I didn’t lose my fucking mind.

One time between her thighs would never be enough. Not when I’m so fucking feral for the woman. I’d claim her, and she’d become a target for every one of my enemies.

Her wide eyes, now sad and filled with tears, glance up at me with remorse. “It meant nothing to you?”

She bites her lip to stop the trembling, and I feel like an asshole.

Because it didn’t mean nothing. It was soul-searing and made me feel alive for the first time in fucking years.

I still feel her innocent touch, the tentative way she licked my lips and sucked on my tongue. Hear her tiny sigh when I pulled away.

That stolen moment in my office almost two years ago is the best thing that’s happened to me in too fucking long. Indulging further isn’t an option, however; Noa is not from my world. She doesn’t understand what being mine would mean and the danger she’d be in.

I lift a hand, cup her cheek, and step into her body so she can feel all of me. “Does it feel like it meant nothing?”

Her breathing stutters as she feels exactly what she does to me. Dainty hands, with their French manicure, rise to press against my perfectly tailored dark-blue dress shirt. The tie was dismissed earlier in the day, with the sleeves rolled up and buttons undone to mid-chest.

As she touches me, a groan rattles my body; she jumps slightly but doesn’t back off. The damn woman has no fucking clue.

“Whatever you’re afraid of, Carmine, I can handle it.” How I fucking wish that were true. “Please, Carmine, just one night. Pleeeaase.”

It’s the begging and her liquid honey eyes that do me in.

My restraint snaps. I yank her into my arms, smashing my mouth onto hers, and swallowing her startled yelp as I fuck her mouth with my tongue.

Plundering until she whines for more or begs for mercy.

I don’t know which, nor do I fucking care any longer.

I grip the back of each thigh and haul her up until her legs wrap around my waist. Still pillaging her mouth, I make my way upstairs, intent on fucking her good and proper in my bed for as long as possible before I send her home.

Because as much as I might think it could happen, there’s no future for us.

Someone will always try to attack me, try to hurt me.

I lost one wife to this life, I will not lose another.

“I need you to understand, Noa, it’s only tonight. There is no future for us.” She swallows roughly but ultimately nods as I place her on her feet before kicking the door shut behind me. “Say the words.”

“Just tonight. No future.” Her heavy breathing makes her breasts jiggle and bounce with each exhale.

“Turn around,” I order.

She does so, and I reach for the dress’s zipper, drawing it down her body, stopping short when I notice the scars crisscrossing her back.

Asking about them would only be natural, but I can’t get more emotionally invested than I already am.

Despite what I said to Noa, for me, this will be a memory to last a lifetime.

Sliding a finger down her spine, she gasps and shivers, glancing back to watch me admire her body as it’s revealed to me.

Fuck me, the dimples on her ass cheeks call my name.

I’ve always been an ass man, and hers is near perfection.

No…it is. I can’t wait to get my hands on the juicy flesh as I fuck her.

“On the bed, stay on your knees.” Should I fuck her ass or pussy first? I might have to swap from her cunt right to that tight ass, no pausing. “Bend over,” I demand when she’s in the middle of the bed as I strip off my clothes, popping the shirt buttons while tearing it off.

Noa remains silent, watching me closely with those cat eyes of hers. They widen as I yank off my briefs, and my leaking dick springs forward.

“I’m not gentle,” I warn as I grip my cock, stroking violently from root to tip, squeezing so hard that stars dance in my vision, trying to fend off coming too soon. “I fuck hard and give no mercy.” She nods while licking her lips.

I grab a condom from the bedside table drawer. Aura thought she was being funny when she was home last summer. She’ll never know they were used because I’ll toss all of them in the morning.

Spotting a silk tie next to the box, I take that out as well and say, “Hands.” Her eyes widen as she sees what I’m holding, but still, Noa offers me her wrists. Binding them together, I tie the ends to the bedpost so she can’t get away from me.

Circling around, I crawl in behind her. Her skin is as soft as silk as I rub my palms up her calves, thighs, then spread her legs.

Lowering down, I bury my face in her creamy pussy.

It’s already soaked for me. With a swipe of my tongue through her lips, I swallow down her nectar, instantly becoming addicted to her essence.

I should stop. Untie her and walk away. But I fucking can’t. It’s physically impossible for me to, now that I’ve tasted her.

Lapping at her cunt like she’s a fresh bowl of cream, Noa remains silent, but her body betrays her. Shivering, squirming, rapidly breathing, and flushing, she’s enjoying it, so I don’t stop, not until I’ve had my fill and my balls are primed to explode.

I sit back up and push her thighs wider apart, staring at her exposed cleft, mouth still coated in her cream, and inhale deeply.

After sliding on the condom, I guide my cock to her tight opening, well aware it’ll be a struggle to get inside her snug pussy.

The woman is curvy in the best ways, but her snatch is about to strangle my dick.

She whimpers as I slip into her channel. Inhaling deeply, my hips thrust in one powerful push until there’s nowhere else for my dick to go. Noa bites her arm to hide her pain, but I want it.

“I want to hear you, Noa. I want every last cry, the screams, give it all to me.”

She bobs her head but doesn’t give me what I want, so my body decides to punish her. Drawing out and slamming back in, I use her hips to keep her in place as I fuck her relentlessly until she finally gives me what I want.

Noa screams as an orgasm detonates her body. Her sheath squeezes my dick until I nearly black out from pain, but I don’t go over with her, not yet. I want more. I’m greedy for everything I can get from her.

“Give me more, Noa.” I drape myself over her back. The puckered scars stir my curiosity again, but I still don’t ask. “Cry for me, beautiful, give me the tears.” She must hurt before I provide her more pleasure.

Wrapping my hands around her chest, I massage her breasts until she tries to pull away from my hands kneading too roughly.

Chuckling, my fingers attach to her nipples and twist and tug.

My hips continue pistoning in and out of her until that telltale tingle enters my spine, letting me know I won’t last much longer.

“Come with me, Noa. Serenade me with your voice.” Her head twists to glare at me, and holy fuck is that hot. “Fuck, this pussy is good. Almost too good.” Growling, I bite her throat and groan into her neck as my release torpedoes out of my dick with my soul.

Her walls massage me with an iron grip; she’s coming too. Biting down harder, she’ll likely scar, but I don’t fucking care. Her cries follow me over, and my hips continue to move, pushing her through the pleasure until we’re a mindless mess, and I collapse to the side, taking her with me.

I brush her wavy auburn hair off her face, some strands sticking to her lashes, still damp from the rain, but Noa is out cold. Which gives me time to admire her body before getting up to dispose of the condom. As I pull it off, I realize it’s broken.

“Fucking hell.”

Tossing it in the trash, I return to Noa and spread her legs, my semen leaking from her hole. I should be pissed, but I’m enthralled because I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight.

Scooping up the excess, I push it back in with my fingers and massage it into her channel before sliding back to her ass and using the slickness to ease a finger into her tight rose.

“Ah, fuck.” My dick stirs again, wanting inside there as well.

Sadly, that’s not about to happen because that kind of intimacy is only reserved for people who love and trust each other.

Noa and I only have tonight, so I use my fingers to pump in and out, enjoying the way she pushes back into me before an orgasm causes her to gasp and moan in her sleep.

Backing off, I go wash up before untying her and leaving the room. Tonight only, I must remind myself and put distance between us before she wakes and tries convincing me to stay, to explore our elemental connection. It’s better this way. She deserves a life free of pain and worry for her safety.

In a few months, I’ll discreetly check on her to make sure nothing comes of tonight, but otherwise, I’ll let her go. Even if my heart and head scream at me that it’s a mistake.