Chapter Fourteen #3
“Oh God,” she sobbed, her whole body convulsing.
I kept going until she started to come undone, her pussy releasing more juices.
My mouth greedily sucked up every drop that spilled from her pussy.
I licked her clean, tracing along her folds, thirsty for everything she gave me, not wasting a single drop.
Then I sat up, stripping away the last of her outfit.
“I want you so bad, but first I’m gonna make love to you slowly, so you know how precious you are to me.”
She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me down into a feverish kiss.
“Please hurry up, baby. I can’t wait another fucking second. I want to feel you inside, Konflict.”
“Hmmm... So needy,” I growled against her lips.
My dick was hard as steel for her, poised right at her entrance, aching to be where it belonged.
I slid myself along her slit, letting her feel every inch without giving her what she wanted yet.
I moved in lazy, rolling waves, dragging the moment out because I needed her to feel me; to understand how bad I wanted her.
My right hand wandered over her stomach, caressing her soft skin with a tenderness that didn’t match the hunger tearing through me, while my other hand found her neck.
I gripped her gently, just enough to guide her face toward mine until my lips hovered at her ear.
“Prends-moi en toi, Serenity, Take me inside you, baby.”
My hand slipped between her thighs, lifting her leg and I pressed against her entrance, not pushing in yet. I wanted her desperate and craving me as much as I craved her.
“Take me inside. Let me make love to you, baby. I want to lose myself in you, love your body with mine,” I whispered, my teeth marking her neck with a dark hickey.
Serenity trembled as her hand found my dick, guiding it inside slowly, inch by inch.
“Konflict…” she moaned into my mouth.
My heart pounded and I kissed her hard, almost afraid I’d break her with the force of my desire. Her walls stretched to take all of me. When I was fully buried, I stopped and stared into her eyes.
“You okay?” I asked softly. I needed her to feel good. Those tears from earlier fucked me up. I never wanted to be the reason for her pain again.
“Yes,” she whispered, voice dazed.
Our bodies pressed together, fitting so naturally it was effortless.
I moved inside her with slow, controlled thrusts, savoring every sensation, every tight pull of heat that gripped me.
Each time I rolled my hips, she shivered with tension winding through her.
Her mouth fell open with a gasp every time I stopped, holding her at the brink, teasing her, letting the ache build until she was desperate for more.
“Konflict, please,” she whined.
“What do you want, Venus?”
“I need more, baby, please,” she admitted, wrecked by pleasure.
I gave her what she needed, grinding my hips harder, my dick plunging deeper and faster. Serenity panted, and I leaned close, whispering in her ear.
“You’re so damn beautiful, baby. You know how long I waited for you? How long I craved you?” I said, knowing she’d never guess how deep it went, that I’d loved her since the first day I laid eyes on her.
All those years watching her from afar, wanting her, thinking she’d always be out of reach. Thinking I could never tell her how much she made my heart pound, how I tattooed her nickname beneath my heart. Believing I’d never get to touch her, to fuck her.
I drove into her, harder, punishing the years of wasted time, every moment I could have been inside her but wasn’t. My thrusts were fierce, needing to own her, to erase the distance time had built between us.
“Konflict...” she gasped, shattered by the way I fucked her.
“Fucking war between two stupid families made me miss this. Made me lose years I could have spent kissing you, loving you, every day, Serenity.”
She met my eyes, tears shining. “I needed to hear that, even if none of this is real,” she whispered, tears rolling out of her eyes.
I cupped her cheek, wiping them away with my thumb.
She didn’t have a clue how real it was. Maybe she thought I was just playing a part.
Maybe she couldn’t imagine her husband ever wanting her like this.
But one day, she’d know—just not tonight.
I couldn’t risk scaring her off, not when I finally had her in my arms like this, open and vulnerable.
I hit deep, making her scream with pleasure. I froze inside her, dick pulsing, buried to the hilt. As if she felt me break, Serenity clung to me, rolling her hips, fucking herself on my length. Her rhythm pulled guttural groans out of me. She was going to make me lose it.
I sped up, my voice spilling dirty confessions into her ear. Sometimes I fucked her rough, sometimes slow and sweet, pushing her higher every second.
“Fuck… I can’t keep this up. Baby. You know I worship your body, right?” I growled, frustrated by how slow I’d been.
“Yes… why are you telling me this?” she stuttered between moans.
“‘Cause I’m about to fuck you like I hate every inch of this pussy.”
I grabbed her hips, flipping her to all fours. My fingers dug into her flesh as I set a brutal pace, fucking her hard, each thrust deeper, harder, rawer. She threw her ass back, breathlessly meeting every stroke.
“Yes, fuck... Konflict... Fuck me, baby...”
Her ass smacked against my thighs, her body moving with mine. Together we found that sweet, filthy rhythm that drove us both insane.
“You know I almost died because you didn’t call me for five days, Serenity. Five fucking days without this pussy. You wanted to kill me.”
I slammed into her, faster, rougher, my dick battering her from the inside. She shook and shuddered all over.
“Why didn’t you call me, Venus?” My hand snaked down, pinching her clit as I pounded her deep, so deep I swore my dick might come out her mouth. She gasped for breath, caught in the pleasure.
“Fuck... I... I was scared for you. I was scared my husband would find you, hurt you. I care about you, Knox. I didn’t want him to kill you.”
I slapped her ass, hard.
“Konflict. Call me Konflict and nothing else. I don’t give a fuck about nobody. Don’t ever make me miss this pussy again, not even for a fucking day. You got me?”
“Fuck...”
“You fucking answer me when I ask you a question, Serenity.”
“Yes... Shit... Yes... I hear you, baby.”
My thrusts grew savage, relentless, slamming into her over and over until her whole body shook.
“Baby, fuck... I’m coming... I’m gonna come,” she sobbed, her body shaking as I kept fucking her deep.
“You know I always need that fontaine de jouissance. Give it to me, Serenity. Make a mess on this dick, Mama.”
She came hard for me, soaking my dick, making every movement smoother, filthier. My dick was painted white with the mess her pussy made, frothing around me, and fuck… I loved it. I loved seeing how perfectly she took me, how her body welcomed every inch.
I pulled out, slid down to her asshole, and licked it, teasing her with my tongue before pressing in one finger, then two. When she was ready, I pushed my dick inside and started fucking her ass, rough and hungry.
Gripping her ass tight, I drove into her.
Her screams echoed off the walls, wild and broken.
She was spent and trembling, so I pulled her against me, her knees steady under her and my dick buried deep.
My left hand stroked her clit gently, while the other snaked up her neck, turning her face to mine.
I bent and kissed her softly, tasting her moans and sweat.
I slowed my rhythm, rolling my hips, letting her feel every slow drive.
“From now on, I’ll be coming here every night, waiting for you to bring me my pussy. If you miss one single night, Serenity, I’m pulling up to your crib and fucking you there. You hear me?”
“No...” she whimpered, voice shaking as I kept moving inside her. “Don’t... Fuck... Never pull up to the Korven estate. He’ll kill you.”
I fucked her harder, making it clear I didn’t care about any of that. She didn’t know why I had no fear showing up at our home, why nothing would stop me if she denied me her body again. If she ever made me go another day without her, I’d lose my mind.
I bent her over again, doggy style, to get access to her pussy. Then I pulled out of her ass, slapped her clit with my dick, and shoved back into that soaking pussy, even wetter than before.
“I don’t give a fuck, Serenity. You bring this fat and juicy pussy here every day, or you’re gonna get fucked in your house. You know I’m not playing. Okay?” I slapped her ass, pounding into her.
“Fuck... yes... Okay... I hear you... I’ll be here every night.”
“Yes... sweet. You better not test how crazy I can get, alright? Now, can I nut in this pussy? Can I give you my kids?”
“Hmmmm.... Yes... Please.”
“You’re on pills or some shit?” I asked, slamming into her.
“Yes, I take my pills every day. I won’t get pregnant.”
I drove my hips faster, feeling my orgasm build.
I buried myself as deep as I could and spilled everything I had inside her.
Then I collapsed on top of her, urging her down to the bed, rolling to the side so I wouldn’t crush her.
My hand found her face and she looked spent, eyes half-closed.
I brushed her hair from her forehead, needing to see her, then leaned in and kissed her, both of us breathing hard, sweat sticking to our skin.
“You didn’t hear me. Drop them pills and keep my babies, Serenity,” I whispered against her lips, gentle.
She managed a tired smile. “I can’t. You know that.”
“Why?”
“Because... I have only two weeks to live,” she whispered, voice weak and distant before her eyes fluttered shut and she drifted into sleep.
Her words pierced through me deeper than any blade ever could.
I wanted to grab her, shake her, scream in her face that she was wrong, that she’d never die.
I could never kill her even if the whole damn world ordered me to.
The thought alone made my chest feel tight.
I’d never planned to murder her. Never. Even if I made her believe otherwise.
Hell, I’d been fighting for months to make myself believe that bullshit, but everything in me always rejected the idea.
I couldn’t watch her die nineteen years ago when she fell into that pool, just like I couldn’t pull the trigger the night I killed her family.
I just can’t. My heart would never let me hurt her. It wouldn’t even entertain the idea.
I pressed a kiss to her forehead, then slipped out of bed, determined to fix what I could while I still had time.
Two weeks wasn’t long to win over someone you’d hurt so deeply, but she said she loved me—she’d loved me since the start.
If her feelings were even half as strong as mine, then it was worth fighting for.
First, no more flowers until I knew what the fuck they meant. Next, Eleana Sawyer—it was time to deal with her.
I showered fast, got dressed, and left my sleeping wife.
There was an emergency to handle. I checked my phone—missed calls from Kalash and Krash.
I called Kalash first for an update. He told me Serenity shot Eleana in the shoulder at the casino, then she stormed out, vowing war on my wife for hurting a Big Six member.
My blood boiled. That idiot thought she had council immunity, thought the Sawyer’s had made it into the Big Six, but she had no idea I’d blocked them.
She talked about war? I’d give her a fucking war.
I called Krash and he met me with a crew already circling the Sawyer estate. The Sawyer’s were rich, but in Emberwick, that didn’t mean shit—they couldn’t match my firepower.
We took position at every entry. I stalked into their domain, ready to send a loud message—nobody disrespected my wife and got away with it. But when I got inside, the place was empty—no guards, no Sawyer’s.
“Looks like they cleared out,” Krash said. “They knew you’d come after Eleana hit the casino. Smart.”
Frustrated, I walked out and headed for my wife. Good for them—if they’d stayed, I wasn’t sure I could control myself. I hated anyone who made my wife cry.
“Blow the whole place,” I told Krash. “Send a message they’ll remember. You disrespect my wife, I fucking kill you.”