13. A king only bows down to his queen.

- 100XSUCCESS

I can’t believe she went against everything I warned her about and decided to race. She’s so damn stubborn. The woman has me vibrating with anger. I can’t believe she hit that fucker rather than letting me take care of it for her. I would’ve killed him had my brothers not wrestled me off.

“You’re infuriating, the most difficult damn woman I’ve come across.”

“You’re no spring picnic yourself, you know. You come into my life, demanding to take over. It won’t happen with me, I don’t need to be smothered.”

“If I want to take over, you’d know it, and it’d fucking happen.” Smothered my fucking ass, I’ve stayed so far back when it comes to being all up in her shit. She thinks this is bad, she hasn’t seen smothered yet. Once this bitch is mine, she won’t be able to walk five feet away without me knowing about it.

“Oh really? Is that what you think?” she huffs, her cheeks turning a sweet shade of pink with her frustration. “Clearly you didn’t catch my drift when we first met or every day since then!”

“I caught it, trust me. You need me to spank your ass and fuck you until you break.”

Chevelle’s gaze flashes to me. “I let you spank me.” Her eyes train back on the road in front of us. She’s driving way too fast, still pumped up from the race and the fight no doubt.

Arguing with her only increases my heart and turns me on. “And you were soaked from it. You need to be fucked, Chevelle, and hard. You need to feel what it’s like to have a real man between those thighs and in your life.”

She snorts and my face flushes, not being able to show her right this second. My cock wants to be buried in her so badly it’s on my damn mind constantly. Prez was right about me not being able to focus. Especially when she gets like this, all wound up and gorgeous and shit. Fuck.

“You won’t break me, Mercenary,” she declares, and I respond with a smug smirk, watching her breasts heave with each heavy breath she draws in and exhales.

“The hell I won’t. When this is over and done with, you’ll be begging me for more. I’ll have my cock in you so deep you won’t be able to speak, and when I finally let you, it’ll be my name on that tongue.”

“Does your ego have no bounds?” She shakes her head.

If she only had a clue—my ego’s bigger than this damn car. I’ve had way too many women to not be confident when it comes to my cock and the female anatomy. Women love me when I’m eight inches deep. I may not be able to bend her to my will right this moment, but I can tease her a bit.

Turning in my seat, I reach across with my right hand, tweaking her nipple.

She sputters, her mouth dropping open as a deeper blush spreads across her cheeks and chest. “What are you doing? I’m driving!”

“Exactly...and I’m doing whatever the hell I want to,” I grumble, and my left hand takes over, plucking her now erect nipple. My right hand lands on her thigh and the gas falters momentarily as I catch her by surprise. My palm slides up her thigh, closer to her core and her neck moves as she swallows, trying to remain unaffected.

“Mercenary?” It leaves her with a breath, the sound making my shaft grow.

“Right here, sweetie.”

“You have to stop, I’m driving.”

“Nah, don’t think so.” My palm stops at her juncture. I move my fingers and palm against her core, her back arching her chest against my other hand.

“Oh!” Chevelle moans. “I’m not fucking you. When I park this car, this stops,” she threatens, and I continue to rub her until she’s a turned on, whimpering mess. “You should’ve trusted me back there,” she mumbles, her thoughts jumping back to earlier and then back to the present.

“If you want my trust, Chevelle, you’ll have to give some first. And this body is aching; it needs me to fuck it. You want me just as much, whether you admit it or not.”

“That’s not how this works, Mercenary.”

We arrive at the club far too soon in my opinion. I was enjoying being in the position to drive her crazy and her not being able to stop it without pulling the car over. She brings the vehicle to a stop, and we both hop out, rounding the front until we meet in the middle. Chevelle believes she’s in control. She’s the most infuriating woman when she attempts to fight me for dominance.

“I’m the fucking alpha, Chevelle. I run this shit,” I declare with a harsh growl, glowering down into her horny stare. Those eyes of hers are swirling with emotion. She’s pissed and turned on all at once, and boy is she the sexiest fucking woman I’ve ever seen when she gets like this.

“Others may put up with your Neanderthal ways, but I don’t. I’m in control,” she hisses. “That back there was bullshit. You weren’t being fair!”

Another growl rumbles my chest. “In control?” I ask with a deadly undertone lacing my voice as I lean in, my nose a hair’s breadth away from touching hers. “Fuck control! I take it. I own it. You want control, pet? Too fucking bad, ‘cause I bend it to my fucking will. You will bend.”

My hand flies to her toned bicep, yanking her to me like a rag doll; my other grabs her high ponytail and wrenches her head back. She moans at my dominant behavior, wanting to possess every ounce of the control she thinks she has. “You’re mine,” I declare and slam my mouth to hers.

I take the kiss. Stealing whatever bit she’ll offer me of herself. I have to own her. I need this woman on my cock too fucking badly to be gentle with her. Our teeth clash, both of us strung so tightly and wanting to dominate the other.

I hold her so tightly to me that she can barely move. Her breath’s come out ragged as she attempts to catch her breath in the midst of me owning her mouth with mine. Nails that she’s bitten down to the skin try to rake over my chest, dragging me to her and pushing me away all at the same time. Chevelle fights the desire we’re both so desperately filled with. She calls to my body like none other—it’s the type of craving that’ll make a man lie, cheat, and kill to possess it.

Wrenching back from her blissful lips, I draw in a few deep breaths, and in the next blink I’m grabbing her other arm and slamming her back down onto the hood of her car.

“I’m not yours,” she chokes out, glaring daggers at my mouth. The mouth that just stole a kiss from hers, that branded her until her lips reddened and swelled to a delicious pout.

“Keep telling yourself that. I’ve already decided you’re mine and I take whatever the fuck I want.”

She burns for me; I can see it. Her nipples are hard through the thin tank top material, her cheeks flushed. My nostrils flare as her scent hits me. Her pussy is wet and ready, and I’ve barely even begun to touch her. It’s enough to cloud my vision as I jump forward, taking over every ounce of her space. Shoving her up farther on the hood, her body’s sprawled against the warm metal. She’s angry, needy, and absolutely beautiful.

Without another thought, my hands yank her tank top, ripping the thin cotton in half. Flinging the barrier to the side, her tits left exposed. Her breasts heave as she draws in a stunned breath at my so-called Neanderthal ways.

“You tore my fucking shirt!” Her hands fly toward my chest, shoving me hard once and then grabbing my shirt to yank me closer. I bet her panties are soaked from me taking over and I can’t wait to find out if I’m right.

My mouth laps at her breasts as soon as I see them. My lips switch from one to the other, wanting to have them both at the same time. I squeeze the melons together to my delight. She has the perfect set of tits, just big enough if I squeeze them a bit she has a sexy line of cleavage. My cock’s so fucking hard, if I’m not careful I may dent the hood of the car.

I make her wither and groan in delight as I suck and nip at her divine chest, before beginning my trail lower. Her hands find my spikey hair, gripping the locks between her fingers to tug. My tongue skirts along her tummy, dipping into her navel. She shudders at the movement, enlisting a primal growl from me. I must have her. Own. Conquer.

My fingers find the button and zipper of her shorts, plucking and tugging until the obstacle’s free. I can’t move fast enough when it comes to Chevelle. I have the insatiable need clawing through my veins to pound into her pussy until she gives in to me and swears to obey me in every way.

“That feels so good, Mercenary. You better stop. I’m not some cheap whore you pick up whenever you want. We fuck when I say so.”

“You better shut that fucking mouth, Chevelle,” I grumble. “I’m fucking you. Now.” At that, my hands close around the waist of her shorts, tugging them over her muscular thighs. She can pretend to fight me, but I know the truth. I can feel her practically vibrating with desire under me. Her scent is all around, utterly intoxicating.

I pop the button on my jeans and shove them down enough for my cock to spring free, eager to feel her.

“You couldn’t keep up with me,” she claims, and my fingers claw at the scrap of material she wears as panties. She’s constantly challenging me, seeing how far she can push. She’ll learn I’m not breakable; she can shove me, but I always push right back.

I’m too far gone. My cock strains, craving her as she enrages and goads me on. My hands shred her underwear into pieces, leaving behind red marks on her skin in my impatience. “Keep up?” I ask as I lick my lips, my gaze trained on her glistening folds. “You are so goddamn wet. Your juices are dripping on the fucking car.”

At that, I wrap my arm around her lower back and slide her to me, impaling my cock into her at the same time. She cries out at the surprise intrusion. “Fuck! you’re huge!” Her shocked irises find mine.

“You thought I was playing? I told you I would own you, pound this pussy until you’ve surrendered.”

Her mouth falls open as I jerk my hips back and drive into her even deeper this time. “Oh shit. You were telling the truth about the eight inches.”

“That’s right, Chevelle. I’m the fucking alpha. I have the cock filling your pussy. Tonight, you succumb to me, sweetie.”

“You’re the alpha?” She gasps on another thrust. “Fuck me for it then. Show me.” She leans up, pinning me with her burning gaze.

At that, all I can do is drive into her harder and roar. It feels like all I do is growl around this bitch. She drives me crazy inside, makes me want to pound my fist to my chest and own every piece of her.

“Faster,” she orders.

At her command, I slam her back against the hood again. She starts to lean up, but I hold her still by wrapping my free hand around her throat. She wants to move then she’ll stop breathing. Chevelle will learn I’m in control even if I have to break her to do it.

My other hand holds tightly onto her hip as I thrust forward, attempting to shove my cock so deep into her she feels it in her throat. With each pop of my hips, her tits shake, my gaze trained on each bounce. “Why do you have to be so difficult? I swear to Christ if you don’t learn, I’m going to start shoving my cock in that pretty mouth every time you fuckin’ speak!”

“You want pliant? Go find some timid bitch who’s scared of you,” she yells back, as my hand squeezes her delicate throat at her words.

“If you were smart, you’d be scared.” My mouth descends on her nipple again, biting until she whimpers.

“Fuck. You.”

“You are,” I rasp, driving deep enough that her next cry has her hands flying to my chest, grabbing for anything she can reach.

“Hurt?” I ask cockily as I continue to take her body with wild abandon. There’s nothing like the whimpers and moans from a woman as I fuck her to stroke my ego. This chick just so happens to be as crazy as I am, which is a first. I’ve come across plenty of women who claim to be alpha, but none of them hold up to that title. Chevelle is an entirely different breed. She was made for me.

She’s the type that has you going back to the beginning, back when it was important to seek out the strongest mate to breed. You searched to find the one that could bare your children that would be healthy and strong—someone to compliment your own attributes. A male was supposed to hunt, to provide for his family and to keep them safe. It was his job to protect and provide and the woman’s to have his children, to continue his blood line...to worship him.

Chevelle has me wanting to prove to her that I’m the strongest mate she’ll ever come across. That I can offer her what she needs, to claim her and make her mine. What is it with men and wanting to own pretty things? To possess them so another can’t have it? I want to lay my claim on Chevelle, so no one even dares to fucking look at her.

“Please,” she begins to beg, her pussy squeezing my cock harder and harder as her climax builds. I love hearing the surrender in her voice as she gets closer to bliss.

“You mine?” The question escapes before I can push the thought back down and what it means exactly. I don’t care about the technicalities; I care about her pussy wrapped so tightly around my cock that it wants to explode.

“Oh, please,” she whimpers.

“Say it, now.” I squeeze her throat, stealing her air as I stole her kiss earlier. Her pussy pulses in response and I loosen my grip.

“Yes,” she croaks on the verge of spiraling into bliss, but it’s still not good enough.

“Are. You. Mine.” My demanding voice rises with every word and each plunge into her core.

“Fuck! Yes, I’m yours, you selfish bastard!” she finally admits on a lurid exclamation, and a raging desire unlike any I’ve ever felt before shoots through me. My hips pound so deftly into her that the sound of our flesh meeting echoes into the night.

“Say my fucking name.”

“Mercenary,” she chants loudly. “I’m yours, Mercenary. Please let me come.” I release her throat completely, my hand falling to pinch and pull her nipple and it sets her off like fireworks on the Fourth of July.

She screams through her orgasm, into the black night. My own mounting pressure erupts at her declaration, and my cock pumps my come into her waiting heat. A few easy thrusts and I’m spent for the moment. I’ll want her again in a few minutes, I know it. She’s like a drug, and one hit is not going to be enough to satiate my desire.

Holding still in her, my dick throbs, pumping every last drop I have. She remains laying on the hood, covered in her sweat, panting and staring up at the sky. I think it’s the most beautiful look I’ve seen on her. Like this, covered in my scent and utterly content from me giving her a good fucking.

Cheering and clapping comes from off to the side, and we both turn to find my club brothers lined up against the front of the clubhouse. They just got one hell of a show. I wonder how long they were watching us and if Chevelle’s going to lose her shit? However long, it must’ve been for a while as they continue to wolf whistle and make brash comments.