Sinfully Royal (Devious Heirs #2)
CHAPTER ONE | Kenan
CHAPTER ONE
Kenan
I FUCKING LOVE PUSSY .
Seeing it.
Eating it.
Fucking it.
Fingering it.
I live and die by pussy.
So why, for the love of God, have I spent the last three weeks tailing one woman and avoiding all other pussy like it’s the fucking plague? Well, because this cunt is on the verge of breaking a story about my family.
Her long blonde hair waves in the wind as I sit at a table on the opposite side of the outdoor patio where she’s tapping away at her laptop, sipping coffee like nothing bothers her. She has a very specific routine, to the minute. There are no deviations, no random turns. She’s always exactly where she needs to be at the exact time, every day she needs to be there.
Like every Monday, Tuesday, and Friday, she’s here at ten in the morning and stays until two in the afternoon, writing her little heart out. I’ve tried to approach her, but she literally waves her hand and completely ignores me. Like I’m just the dirt on the bottom of her shoe, and if I’m completely honest, I kind of like it. She’s fucking gorgeous, smart, and feisty. So focused on her job that nothing stops her. Only problem is, her job is to tear my family apart, and I can’t have that. So I’ve sunken to a new low, one I swore I would never do.
Watching her, I ready myself for when it happens. Her eyes have glossed over, so I need to move now. Leaving my table with a twenty to cover the coffee and tip, I move to hers and sit down.
“Go away.” Her beautiful plump berry-colored lips move as she breathes.
“I’m sorry, you don’t look like you feel well,” I say, taking her hand. She offers me a soft smile, but I’m not trying to comfort her, I’m just checking her heart rate, making sure the drugs that I had her waiter slip in are working. Even though he wasn’t actually her waiter. He was my best friend, dressed to impress and she never even looked up. She just gave him her order and accepted the drink without so much as a glance in his direction. Silly little goose. I talk to her to make sure it looks like we’ve officially hit it off, even though she isn’t paying attention. I can see the drugs working as her head nods.
“Sweetheart?” I whisper, just loud enough for the guy approaching to hear as I scoop her up.
“Everything okay?” The actual waiter asks.
“Yes, it just seems my girl has overdone it again.” I lift her up, cradling her to my chest. I nestle her in tightly and move my other hand to my pocket pulling another twenty out and drop it on the table.
“I’ll help you gather her things.” He says, putting her laptop into her bag. Fucking sucker. A soft smile and a little bit of money and he’s going to let me walk away with her. For all he knows I could be kidnapping her, ya know, since I am.
“Thank you so much.” I offer him fake as fuck pleasantries as he hands me her bag with everything in it. Carrying her over to the car where Beckett, my best friend, waits for me to show up, he jumps out of the car and opens the back door for me. I lay her down and slide in with her, tucking her head onto my lap as he shuts the door.
Beckett gets back in and drives off, heading towards the house. “Beck, take us around to the delivery entrance, I'm not ready to let everyone know I have her.” Beck nods and turns on some music as I play with her soft blonde hair that lays in cute waves with a black bow in the back. Now that I've caught her, what the fuck am I supposed to do with her?
How could someone so tiny be the cause of all of my current issues?
“Are you going to give Ethan the computer when we get there?” Beck asks, looking at me in the rear-view mirror.
“Yes, give him everything after she's in my room.” I nod at my friend who takes us straight to the house. I’m not sure what I’m going to do with her, trap her in the house like Axel did with Cordelia? Force her to play a game we lay out for her? I’ve never been afraid to get my hands dirty, but I’ve never ever involved women in this line of work. Usually, it’s just a fucking party, literally. Pussy everywhere as I lick and fuck my way through each one in attendance.
“Thinking about all the pussy you’ve missed out on since taking this assignment on?” Beck laughs as I straighten in my seat, getting a semi as I think about all the pussy I could have had lately.
“Stop talking about it,” I say through gritted teeth as I look out the window, watching as we drive past several cars. My finger rests on her shoulder as I rub her comfortingly, not on purpose but I’ve drugged and kidnapped her and she won’t see a moment of kindness for a while. I need to know what she knows and not just what she’s put on the computer. Most people who gather intelligence do not keep all of the information on the computer. The important shit stays in their head, or in a code of some sort, and I doubt Onyx Marie Livingston is any different.
Also, who names their child Onyx? Granted it’s a memorable name and with the shit she reports on, everyone knows her, especially locally. With everything online though, she’s quickly becoming wildly popular and goes viral with her insane antics and over the top stories.
Her most recent story ended the West Coast Reapers rivalry after three decades and all she had to do was get the bottom of what started it. The death of their president, it turns out, was friendly fire and a huge cover up. Blew the top off of the whole operation and now the two crews work together and crime in that area has never been so low. Well, the death count is lower, they're still pushing and selling drugs and guns.
After fifteen minutes, Beck pulls in through the large metal gate that directs us to the house down a long gravel path. He pulls the car around back and I slip out, taking Onyx with me. “Meet you up there.” I tell him, kicking the door shut.
He pulls away and I walk towards the delivery entrance, as the door opens. Shit. “Kenan, I see you've finally caught your prize.” Ethan says with his arms over his chest.
“Yessir. Slipped her something to knock her out. Beck will bring you the computer.” I shift Onyx's weight in my arms and step past my father into the house.
“Find out what she knows, anyway you can.” He says, stepping through the doorway until he disappears outside.
No fucking shit.
I don't say that out loud because who would do it to his face. Our parents are fucking wicked and they do love us, in their own way, but sometimes I dream of having a normal life. Where I wasn't trained to be an obedient soldier in their war. Honestly, I don't like fighting. I do what I'm told when I'm told, for the most part. I'm sure my parents would like it more if I'd stop fucking every woman I lay eyes on, but hello, I'm a guy.
Carrying Onyx through the house and up to my room is easier than I thought it would be. I half expected to see more of my family since Ethan busted me coming home. But I don't, not a single person.
Axel is always busy with his wife, especially since they found out she’s pregnant. Cara and Maci have been in heaven having a new sister around, JT is still off with Aunt Lucy and Uncle Hawk, and who knows when I'll see him.
My parents are, well, my parents, and half the time, most of them aren't home. It takes a lot to run this family and to keep all the activities and employees in line. Last I heard, Garrett and Lincoln were headed up to Chicago, Aaron and Damien left for North Carolina, which just leaves Mom and Ethan here, busting their asses digging into Onyx and handling Axel and Cordelia's fallout from killing the last Romano, well aside from Cordelia.
I've been left alone for several weeks, told to track down and watch Onyx. Which I did, but got tired of waiting. I was supposed to slowly intertwine myself into her life, but she wasn't having that. From her schedule and routine, she's a workaholic. Which means she doesn't have time for men. Obviously, she's pushed me away a couple of times and that's never happened. Well except with Cordelia, but she was never meant to be mine.
Once I'm in my room, I lay Onyx down and begin stripping her out of her clothes, leaving her in nothing but her red lace bra and matching panties. Why the sexy undergarments if you have no interest in sex? I cock my head to the side and see a large scar up her side, jagged and old, but completely noticeable. I wonder what happened. There was nothing in her history that I found that could or would explain a scar like that. I throw her clothes down the laundry chute, even her shoes, because no way will she stab me with her heel like Cordelia did Axel.
Covering her up with my blanket, I take another look at her soft features. She has one of those cute button noses, the kind that makes you want to boop it just because. Full delicious lips that would look fucking amazing wrapped around my cock. Blinking, I step away from her, not wanting to get caught up in her stunning details because I'm not here to fall in love. She's a caged bird for me to play with, and one day, I'll have to set her free.
My bedroom door opens and I hear it lock. I don't bother to turn around and look at whoever just came in, because I know it's Beck. It's always Beck.
“Any weapons on her?” He asks.
“No, should there have been?” I ask, looking at him as he walks up beside me, looking down at her. There’s a look in his eyes that tells me he’s not entirely sure he wants to be a part of this. But there’s also a glimmer of hope. One that I’ve seen on his face before when we’ve brought women home together. This time is different though, we aren’t going to just fuck her, we’re going to ruin her.
“She had these in her purse.” He holds up both hands, in one sits a black rope, looped and tied at the center. It looks soft, like something you'd use for shibari. And in the other hand he's holding a small flogger, black leather with red tassels at the end.
“Those aren't weapons, Beck. They're for spicing up sex. Haven't you seen them before?” I ask arching a brow as his face turns beet red. Suddenly I feel terrible for asking, because he looks embarrassed. “Sorry, just put them in the dresser. I wonder if she likes using them or to have them used on her. Suppose I'll have to find out.”
Beck opens the top drawer to my dresser and drops them in, slamming it when he's done. “I guess I'll see you tomorrow.” He clears his throat and turns to go towards the door.
“Leaving already?” I ask over my shoulder. “You don't wanna be here when she wakes up?”
“You sure?” He asks.
“Yeah, the bed’s big enough, crawl in on the other side and we'll see how she likes waking up next to the two of us, naked.” I wiggle my brows at him. I don't have a lot of skills, but sex is the one thing I've always been good at and if she's willing, I'll have no issues making her scream for me.