14. Chapter 11 - Kellan
“ I t is done.”
I stood in front of Antonio’s monstrosity of a desk in the private office tucked away in his Californian mansion. I’d traveled to deliver the news in person, determined to keep the trail of information as closed as possible.
Too many lips sunk ships, and our ship was barely treading water.
I was to deliver the message, return to Sequoia in one piece, and join Hillary for Christmas celebrations since she’d left Camden to his own devices for the holidays.
Apparently, leaving him to own devices meant cajoling Aaron and me into a Christmas dinner—with our redhea ded pest in tow. It was going to be a disaster, but I’d take it over another Christmas with my brother and nephew, where everyone was excessively happy and in love. The stark reminder how different our lives were always put me in a sour mood, despite the fact my sister-in-law was an incredible woman who deserved them all.
Antonio’s dark eyes flashed with interest as his gaze roved over me, as if he could catch the lie from the position of my fingertips against my thigh. Perhaps he could. He was far more astute than most of my trained agents, seeing truths where others could not.
It was a good thing he was the one who trained me all those years ago; my senses were almost as honed as his, almost as thorough. He didn’t fully believe me, in the way that he was naturally suspicious of any breathing man, but my answer had satisfied him for now.
“I heard the news,” he responded in Spanish, his brow furrowing in irritation. “I wanted to send a message, not hand him an adoring funeral procession.”
“It is the best way,” I replied, also in Spanish, my tone even and confident. “The message has been sent to the people who needed to hear it. To the rest of the world, he is an unfortunate sap who lost everything for a joyride. We don’t need any more heat right now.”
My father’s frown deepened, the wrinkles on his forehead splitting his face in two. He didn’t like it when I spoke to him this way, but he couldn’t dispute the logic of my plan, and it annoyed him.
“Yes, well.” Antonio cleared his throat and beckoned to me to take a seat. “Now that this is over, we have other matters that need discussing.”
My heart sank to my stomach, but I sat down in the offered leather chair, its stubby legs creaking under my weight. Shifting to get comfortable, I settled in for the conversation I’d been dreading for months.
“ January is a week away, and we had a bargain.” Antonio raised a carefully crafted brow in my direction, as if in challenge. “I am looking forward to you bringing a more lucrative market of girls back into the state.”
“Alvarez still has the market share,” I countered, attempting to look casually at my nails while my insides felt like lava. “It would be more effective to remove him from the picture first, then try to compete with him, yes?”
“You are stalling, hijo .” The sinister smile that stretched across the his face would give children nightmares. It gave me nightmares. “This transition is happening whether or not you embrace it. And you will take it.”
He stood from his chair and looked down at me, as if I were the terrified teenager he’d long since broken and remolded. “I have other plans for Alvarez. That is now in your brother's hands. You will start importing our goods and overseeing the trade routes immediately.”
“No.” I stood slowly and intentionally, swallowing the bile in my throat and the bitter anger in my stomach, maintaining the calm tone with every ounce of control in my body. “You gave me until January. I have some loose ends to wrap up with work before then. You know I won’t be able to work on both sides with this transition. Trish will never allow it.”
Antonio stared through me, his eyes hard and unyielding. A twitch of his left eye told me he was considering my words.
“We will put someone else in power—Trish has outlived her usefulness, anyway.”
Panic raced through my veins; Trish could handle her own, but not when the leading criminal lord in the country put a bullseye on her back—I couldn’t let that happen. I had to appeal to his sense of reason, not his lust for bloodshed.
Folding my arms across my chest, I matched his hard stare in an Alpha male standoff.
“ Again, we don’t need any more heat. Let me handle my resignation. I’ll give them six months’ notice for some bullshit reason. Don’t tank the business before it’s even started.”
Unfiltered rage flitted across my father’s face before the well-practiced mask of neutrality fell back into place.
“Get it done,” he said, tone clipped, then he waved his hands toward the entrance alcove on the other side of the room. “Don’t come back until you’ve made progress.”
Spinning on my heel, I left without another word, stalking out of the exorbitant compound like a bat out of hell—ferocious and furious.
I wouldn’t be coming back ever again if I had a choice. What I would give to trade places with Aaron and fake my death, then cozy up with Hillary in her private bunker and fuck her until she told me she loved me.
I’d hacked into her security feeds the day she’d set them up; monitoring her little terrorist operation and the private apartment she kept below ground. I checked in rarely—mostly to see how many bodies she was keeping in her dungeon, but I’d been compelled to check in more often since our resident fugitive had moved in.
Aaron fucking my killer on the couch was a vision I’d never be able to erase from my mind. The camera angle in the living room gave me the perfect view of the private show. Watching Hillary become submissive to another man, watching Aaron dominate her in a sweeter way than I would, but no less effective…
The swell of her breasts under his touch, his molded ass muscles tightening as he pounded into her hot pussy–the scene had forced me to jerk myself off to the sound of her panting and his grunts until I came just as hard.
But the words she’d said to him … I never realized how much I ached for her to say them to me, too.
Eve n if I could never say them back. Even if I could never let her get that close. Even if a future for us was damn impossible.
Once I had boarded the private plane to take me home, I sent off a message, determined to ease the ache in my heart and my balls. If she’d still see me. If I was still hers, even if she loved Aaron Rodriguez.
Kellan: I need you. Meet me at your hotel. Usual room.
It was selfish of me, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t care. The need to plunder and pillage was threaded into the fabric of my being. I would steal her if I couldn’t share her. I’d be reduced to a Neanderthal claiming his mate; as long as it worked, I wouldn’t lose sleep over it.
My heart pounded in my throat as I waited for her response. If she rejected me tonight, I’d be reduced to the caveman hindbrain and would probably resort to killing someone.
I couldn’t afford to bury another body right now.
Killer Lane: I’ll be there for 9. Bring wine.
The wash of relief that came over me felt like a wave of cool, soothing air. Three hours—three hours until I could disappear into her body.
I could hold off breaking something until then.
My delicious release was waiting for me, her sultry form laid out on the king bed like an erotic buffet, her body barely covered with a black lace and satin teddy.
Black was my favorite color on her. She’d tied her silky blonde hair up into a high ponytail on top of her head, the perfect thickness to hold her in any position I wanted.
I wasn’t wasting any time on introductions or pleasantries. I toed off my shoes and tossed my suit jacket onto the chair as I stalked toward her. I wrapped my hands around her hair and yanked her upright. Her body went limp i n my arms, pliant and ready for a command as the stormy blue of her eyes caught me through lustful lidded lashes.
So, I issued our command.
“Submit.”
The starting word told her what I needed from her, and if she agreed, she simply did it. Submitted to me, wholly and entirely, for the duration of our session. I released my demons into every yielding hole of her body while she released her worries by following my every order.
A mutual give-and-take of erotic desecration. I’d never come so hard as I did when Hillary allowed me such control over her, so sweetly and willingly, all pretense of our power struggles in the real world forgotten.
Her shoulders relaxed further and the blue irises darkened to navy. “I submit,” she murmured. Her breath hitched when I cupped her pussy in my other palm.
The soaked fabric was hot against my skin, her swollen lips aching to be touched. I tore the black fabric with one forceful pull and pressed two fingers into her, relishing the glide of my fingers through her needy heat.
Thoughts of Aaron pounding into this pussy broke through my distorted haze of lust and violence.
“Have you been thinking of me, Killer?” I brushed my lips over the shell of her ear as I tightened my grip on her ponytail. “Are you soaked from thoughts of me destroying this pussy?”
I brought my thumb up to her clit and massaged the sensitive nub gently, stretching my fingers inside of her and stroking her walls with rhythmic curls of my knuckles.
“Or”—I pulled her against my chest, and moved my hand down to grip the back of her neck, squeezing with enough pressure to hold her in place—“Were your thoughts of Rodriguez fucking you with his massive cock?”
She froze and her eyes widened. I could see the calculation behind those intelligent blue screens. I saw the moment she concluded correctly that I’d watched her little tryst with our captive, and was choosing to fuck her, anyway. A single brow cocked in defiance and I wasn’t disappointed when she took my bait.
Her smile was sweet and poisonous, like oleander; her response stilted with shudders with every pass of my fingers inside of her.
“I was thinking of his massive cock fucking me from behind— ahhh —while you drove your massive cock into me from the front. I was— ohhhh —imagining you driving into Aaron as hard as you fucked Lucky— fuuuuck —while I watch from my little perch with a dildo.”
Fuck, the mouth on her. My Killer could only stay compliant for so long.
So, truly no secrets between us, then. The four of us were caught in some weird fuck fest, and no one seemed to have an issue with it.
I ignored my dick as it swelled even further at the thought of Aaron’s ass pulling my cock inside him. I had enough problems to worry about.
Jerking my fingers out of her, I shoved her down off the bed and onto the floor, lifting her head up to face my swollen crotch.
“You’re going to pay for that one, little Killer.” Unzipping my pants, I shucked them down my thighs, freeing my cock from their confines. She was so close, the stiff head slapped her cheek, leaving a pearl of pre-cum along her chin.
“Take your fingers and stuff them into your cunt,” I commanded, reaching for my cock and pushing the head against the seam of her lips. “I’m going to fuck your face while you fuck yourself, and I’m not stopping until you’ve creamed all over the floor.”
That sweet smile came again when I shoved into her mouth, the heat enveloping me with the most satisfying suction. Gripping both sides of her face, I held her there, pushin g as deeply into her throat as I could get. She hollowed her cheeks for me, dribbles of saliva dripping down her chin, waiting for permission to breathe.
I didn’t need to control another human being to feel like a man—but Hillary relinquishing her tightly held composure to me gave me a thrill nothing in this world could compare to.
The billionaire heiress who took no prisoners allowed me the briefest moment to take her prisoner, trusting me to satisfy both of our needs. I’d taken out gang leaders, killed in cold blood, faced down some of the shittiest scum of the earth, but this – this was the ultimate feeling of power.
Without warning, I pulled back, giving her one solitary second for air, before shoving back in just as forcefully. I looked down to watch her delicate fingers enter her cunt and circle her clit with the moisture, the bottom half of her writhing in pleasure while the top half of her braced to take my cock.
A harsh growl escaped me before I could contain it, unleashing the beast inside desperate for an escape. I claimed her mouth without mercy, thrusting hard and fast, jolting her body against the bedframe behind her. Tears streamed down her cheeks; her skin blushed from flushed pink to fiery red as she came closer and closer to orgasm. When her body snapped, I quickly pulled out, lifted her from the floor and onto the bed, and tossed her into the cushions.
One orgasm from my beautiful little queen and already I felt better. Coaxing two more releases from her body ought to rid me of my demons for one night.
“Good girl,” I purred, stroking the smooth skin of her calves as she came down from her high. “Did that feel good, Killer?” I nipped the inside of her thigh as I crawled up her body, then licked it with the pad of my tongue to soothe the sting. “I’m going to give you some more; can you handle that?”
She nodded weakly, but the fire in her eyes sparked back to life when I held myself above her on my knees. I unbuttoned my dress shirt and shrugged it off my shoulders, then tossed it to the end of the bed. Her hands trailed across the bare skin of my chest, my ribs, over the trail of intricate ink and the scars.
I didn’t like to be touched there. She was the only one who’d ever gotten the chance.
Grabbing her wrists, I lifted her hands above her head and held them there between one of mine, reaching down for my cock with the other to line up with her entrance. I moved to grip her hip as I entered and gave her a moment to adjust to my size. Squeezing her flesh between the pads of my fingers firmly enough to bruise, I unleashed every pent-up frustration I’d held onto for weeks—months—since I’d last entered her body.
I entered that state of nirvana only she could give me; the escape that took away the rough edges and smoothed everything into soft lines. Her body bent and bowed to my will. She met every thrust with her hips, every pulse with one in return, responsive to every need my body expressed without either of us saying a word.
A ragged cry ripped from her throat and she arched upward as her second orgasm snuck up on us both. I relished the sweet music of her panting, determined to pull a third from her sweet lips.
“That’s my good girl.” I crooned the words against her flesh before picking up my pace. My desperation leaked through every pore of my body and into her skin. “You’re so beautiful when you break for me.”
I bit the slender line of her throat, her breasts, arching her back as I held my weight above her. I filled her up over and over until she was a writhing mess of need beneath me. I ground my hips, brutally rubbed my pelvis up against her clit as the tip of my cock continued to hit her G spot, and counted down the moments until she came all over me.
Wit hin seconds, her wanton scream triggered my orgasm, hot jets of my cum flooding her in all the places my cock couldn’t reach. Her arms fell to her sides as her body melted into the sheets, completely spent.
I withdrew, fixing my gaze on the point where our bodies met, where cum seeped out of her pussy in little white dew drops. I bent down and sucked our combined arousal into my mouth, held the sweet, salty taste on my tongue before hovering over her to deposit the mixture into hers.
“Open.”
She did so willingly, the devious smirk on her lips telling me just how much she enjoyed it. Her tongue drove into my mouth, sucking every drip of our flavor, savoring it.
I was a complete masochist to continuously deny myself the pleasure of this woman. Yet, I’d never be able to be enough, to give enough. I’d always leave her wanting and hate myself for it.
No matter how much I tried to build something concrete, there wasn’t a permanent place for me. I was a pawn masquerading as a king.
The dirty kiss became light and tender, our bodies making promises neither of us could keep. I pulled her into my side and drew the feather duvet over us, settling her within the cradle of my arms. We could clean up later. The beast within me was satisfied; now I needed to take care of her.
She wouldn’t stay the night, anyway. She never did—she’d let me hold her until I fell asleep—then she slipped away in the night, her perfume lingering in the air and her scent on my skin the only reminders she’d been here at all.
Her fingertips danced along the skin of my biceps as our hearts pounded out a similar rhythm against each other’s chest.
“Does this mean you’re sticking around?”
I d idn’t know what the fuck to do with that question. I couldn’t guarantee I’d be here in a year—with the way things were going, it was looking more and more unlikely by the day. Yet, I wouldn’t— couldn’t leave her.
“Yeah. I’m going nowhere, Killer.”
She interlaced our fingers and fell silent. The two of us lay in the comfort of each other’s warmth, the most basic of human connections taking hold. She gave me enough grace to relax before asking the inevitable.
“What happened?”
I scrubbed a palm down my face and through my beard, unwilling to keep anything from her anymore. If our lives were to be inextricably intertwined, she might as well know the entirety of how fucked up my life was.
I recapped my meeting with my father; his expectations, the threats to Trish, and the need to remove myself from both of the lives I was faking my way through, but having nowhere to turn.
She stroked my hand through all of it, remaining silent. Her eyes widened at some parts with concern, slitting in others in rage. She listened without judgment, and I was surprised how relieving it was to confide in someone. To trust them enough to see my fucked-up situation and ask them to stay.
Was that what I was doing? Asking her to stay?
“I’m going to get Blackbird to combine forces with Lucky,” she said once I had finished. “Lucky thinks he’s close to hacking into Alvarez’s personal accounts, and that will give us everything we need to ruin him. I’m not willing to delay this any longer with Aaron stuck in hiding and a price on your head.”
She didn’t coddle me with false platitudes or apologies. Instead, she’d pounced on the opportunity for a solution. I would expect nothing less.
“You’re not getting into the fucking flesh trade.” The vehemence in her tone made the hairs on the back of my neck s tand on end. “We’ll tackle Alvarez first and then work on Antonio. I’ve been building out a slow play for him, and the board is almost ready.”
That was news to me. I couldn’t tamp down my protective instincts, learning she had been preparing to take on the devil that was my father. Whatever she was planning, I was bound to help her—I couldn’t walk away and I couldn’t risk her failing.
Her fate was now mine, even if I could never give her what she needed. I swallowed the fear burgeoning in my belly. The thought of losing her was more painful than any considerations of my death.
Remaining close to her was going to be much harder than keeping my distance. But my fear would not be enough to break the magnetic hold she had on me, so I was well and truly stuck.
A steely resolve filled her features, dangerous intent flashing in her eyes. “I’ve got you, Viking. And no one is going to fuck with what’s mine.”
What’s hers. I liked those words on her lips. A lot.
A growl rumbled from within my chest; throaty and possessive. I rolled her toward me to take her body once more, but this time, it wasn’t for an escape into her.
I would escape with her. Maybe that would make all the difference in the world.