I SIT AND WAIT ON the tarmac as the plane taxis.
Kayne has been gone for three days.
We’ve had zero communication, and although I don’t portray it, my worries have been running rampant.
When the potential to run with one of the biggest drug lords in the world landed in our laps, we couldn’t refuse the opportunity. This is the break we’d been waiting for. But with bigger fish come a bigger sea and a whole host of new dangers. Like Kayne boarding a private jet and flying to an undisclosed location in Mexico with no communication to the outside world. This was Javier’s specifications.
El Rey is one of the most elusive and wanted men in the world. And if we want to get to him, we need to go through his right-hand man, Javier. No last name. Just Javier.
Not shady at all.
With a renewed nervousness, the door to the jet opens. I’m praying they don’t throw Kayne out in a body bag. These are people you do not fuck with. Ever. Yet here we are, trying to pull off one of the most dangerous ruses known to man.
The plane is parked several yards away from the limo. This is the guise. Kayne is the face of the operation, and I’m the backbone and brains. Not to say he isn’t smart or cunning, but one of us has to be responsible for the shady shit while the other keeps a polished persona. Our arrangement has worked wonders for over five years, and our strategy is finally reeling in the whales.
The door opens, and I wait, watching anxiously as Kayne stumbles then sways at the top of the stairs.
What. The. Fuck? He looks like complete shit. His suit is disheveled, his tie is loose, and he’s paler than a goddamn ghost.
Not good.
I climb out of the driver’s seat as he clumsily makes his way down the stairs. I open the back door, keeping up with the chauffeur act as he ambles closer. There’s a frigid chill in the late February air, but I barely seem to notice. My focus is locked on Kayne and his bloodshot eyes and tormented scowl.
Once he’s close enough, I catch a potent whiff of alcohol.
“Are you drunk?” I murmur just before he flops into the backseat.
Kayne regards me with a ghostly expression. “If I said no, would you believe me?” He grips the edge of the door for dear life.
“For Chrissake, get in the car.” I huff, scanning the area. This is the last thing anyone needs. A slowly unraveling, already unstable man.
I pop back into the driver’s seat and hit the gas. We need to go. Pronto.
I glance back at Kayne through the rearview and watch as he pours himself an entire rocks glass of brandy straight up.
“Think that pour is big enough?” I ridicule.
Kayne slides his eyes up to meet mine, pinning me with a harrowing, threatening, don’t-fuck-with-me glare. “There isn’t a pour big enough on this goddamn earth for me at the moment.” He drains the glass with his eyes still on me.
“What the fuck happened while you were there?” The distress in my own voice surprises me.
“Atrocities.” He pours another hefty shot.
“Explain,” I demand.
“A fucking entire compound of sex slaves. Abused, neglected, defiled.” He spits out the words with disgust. “He killed one. While I was fucking there. He made sure I heard her scream. Wanted to communicate his fucking point. Savage.” Kayne stares off into space, the glass bouncing unsteadily in his hand. “If there wasn’t a house full of innocent women, I would order an airstrike. Fuck, I’d steal a fucking missile launcher and take the fucking place out myself.” He swallows several large gulps of the amber liquid all at once.
Holy shit. I grip the steering wheel to keep it together.
“We need to eradicate these fucking people,” Kayne continues. “Wipe them right off the face of the earth.”
“Did you get the leverage we need to do that?”
“I’m still alive, aren’t I? I proved my worth.”
I want to ask how exactly he proved himself, but I think that question is better left for another time. Like when he’s sober and not looking to drop a bomb.
“So Javier is going to be in touch?”
Kayne curls his lip menacingly. “Yes.”
“Then mission accomplished.”
“Yeah.” He grunts petulantly before swallowing the rest of the brandy in one gulp.
I sigh pensively as we drive, watching Kayne sink further and further into blight.
“We got a new girl,” I casually tell him.
“Out of the blue?” He’s half interested.
“Sort of. Sasha sent her.”
“Every body helps, right?”
I curl my lip. His sarcasm doesn’t go unnoticed. “Yes. Especially since we’re on the brink of losing another girl.”
Kayne grunts. “Well, if you would stop playing matchmaker, maybe we could hold on to them.”
“It’s not my fault we mold women into highly desirable deities.”
“You mold.”
“True.” I shamelessly take all the credit.
Kayne shifts in the backseat, clearly frustrated and uncomfortable. Kayne frustrated and uncomfortable is never a good thing.
“When was the last time you got laid?”
He pins me with a cautionary glare. “Why the fuck do you care?”
“You know why. Now tell me when?” I don’t back down. Kayne can be as pissy as he wants.
He bristles. “Not sure. A few months. Not since Sage left.”
“That’s not a few months. That’s six months,” I nearly snap.
A menacing glower is his only response.
I don’t usually log Kayne’s sex life, but I equate his celibacy to a squib load. One catastrophic weapon malfunction waiting to happen. And by the looks of him, he’s one round away from a spontaneous detonation.
I let Kayne stew the rest of the drive, concocting a plan to mellow him out. I need him sharp, in the game, and prepared for what’s to come. If we’re going to take on one of the world’s most dangerous drug lords, we need to be in it to win it.
“Go take a shower and then come to my room,” I order him as we walk through Mansion’s heavily stocked garage. We have every toy you can imagine, from sports cars to motorcycles to four wheelers.
“What for?” he gripes.
“Don’t ask questions. Just fucking do it.” I hit the lights and go on a search.
I feel the heat creep up my neck as I reach London’s door. I know I told her today was hers, that she would have some downtime. But stability is critical when it comes to Kayne, and if I’m going to mellow him out, it’s going to be with the woman of my choosing. He won’t care either way as long as I’m present. The first time anyway. Once he gets used to her, he’ll run with it. And fuck me if I can’t wait to watch her wrap her mouth around another man’s cock while she looks at me.
I’m pelted with a small amount of guilt as I enter her room.
“London?” I announce myself. The space is quiet and dark. It’s also absent of the woman I’m looking for. I head back out into the hallway and urgently check backstage. Nothing. I continue searching—the game room, the library, the conservatorium, and the media room—but I come up empty. A little seed of dread sprouts as I recall what she told me last night. Maybe Mansion is too much for her to handle. Maybe her initiation with the furious four was too much. Maybe she came to her senses and decided there was a better life for her beyond these walls. The thought pains me. I sure as hell wasn’t ready for her to leave.
I enter Kayne’s war room. Really it’s his study that he equipped with a state-of-the-art security system. I hit a button and the back wall behind his desk separates, uncovering a medley of monitors. There are eyes in every room of this house, so if she’s still here, I’ll find her.
I inspect the ever-changing scenes, images of both the inside and outside of the house rotating before me. It takes a minute, but I finally spot her. In the utility kitchen? That’s a new one, but I breathe an undeserving sigh of relief anyway.
I take off into the hallway, a man on a mission.
The utility kitchen is mainly used for public events. It’s an extra workspace for caterers and servers. The kitchen staff barely goes in there.
I round the corner into the desolate room. It’s a cold workspace outfitted with all stainless steel, but the mouthwatering aroma wafting through the air makes my sweet tooth ache.
As I silently approach London from behind, I examine her every move. The way her hips sway underneath the short hem of her T-shirt. The way her arms move strenuously as she works the dough. I’m a hair away by the time she realizes I’m behind her. I blow on her neck, and she jumps. “Jesus Christ!” she squashes a handful of dark brown cookie mix.
“Sorry.” I try my damnedest not to laugh.
“No, you’re not.” She spins, wiping away a stray piece of hair from her eyes, unknowingly leaving a trail of white powder across her cheek.
“Okay, maybe I’m not.” I instinctively break out into a smile. She looks so young and innocent at the moment in her oversized T-shirt and knee socks, with her face covered in powdered sugar.
If I’m being completely honest, she looks good enough to eat. And I’m most definitely hungry. “What are you making?” I acknowledge what looks like three dozen cookies piled high on a plate. She must have been baking for hours.
“Chocolate crinkles. It’s what I could whip up with the ingredients in the pantry.”
“I see.” I look down at the lump of dough in her hand. “Do you make a habit of baking in the late hours of the night?” It’s nearly eleven.
“I . . . um . . .” She wipes her face again, anxiously this time. More powdered sugar smears across her skin. “Sometimes. You said Sunday was a relaxed day. This relaxes me. I didn’t think anyone would mind me using the kitchen.” There’s a shy yet unapologetic strength in her voice.
“No one does. If”—I peek over her shoulder at the mound of cookies—“baking for a small army helps you unwind, far be it from me to stop you. But I hope you were at least planning to share.”
She smiles modestly. “Help yourself.”
I take her up on her offer and reach around to steal a crinkle. She watches me attentively as I take a slow, indulgent bite. The fudgy, cakey texture explodes with chocolatey flavor as soon as it touches my tongue. Damn. This might be the best cookie I’ve ever tasted. And that’s saying a lot, considering my addiction to sugar runs parallel to my addiction to sex.
I chew gradually, savoring every sweet second.
Up until this very moment, I wasn’t sold on the old saying “the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach,” but with one bite of London’s heavenly crinkle, she may have just convinced me.
I swallow down the cookie, and the overwhelming urge to devour the entire plate and then do a number on her. I struggle to breathe evenly as I stare into the depths of those hypnotic blue eyes.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
Like what? Desirously? Does she not recognize when a man yearns for her? Aches for her?
“I’m just wondering if you taste as sweet as this cookie.” I wipe some powdered sugar away from her cheek then slip my thumb between her lips. She sucks lightly, inflaming every single neuron in my brain.
“There’s nothing stopping you from finding out.”
No, there isn’t. Except for the tone of her voice. She says the exact words any man would want to hear, including me, but they’re rehearsed. Recited, not enthusiastic. The average Joe probably wouldn’t even notice. But I’m not average, and I’m not Joe. And I want London so fucking bad I’m willing to overlook her underlying displacement. I know for a fact when you fuck for a living, the act can get old. Become routine. Lose its luster.
One night with me will change all that. I’m sure of it. So sure, I’m willing to bet the farm.
“I know I told you Sundays are your day. No work.” I place my hands on her slim hips. “But do you think you’d be up for a little rough sex?”
“Now?”
I nod.
“With a late-night client?”
I shake my head.
“Who then?”
“Me. And my business partner you’ve yet to meet.”
She gives me that confused look once again. “You’re asking me?”
“Yes. Why?” I search her eyes.
“Because . . .” she replies, then stalls on her thought.
I understand what she’s trying to comprehend, and it saddens me. “London, you’re not a slave. You’re an employee,” I reiterate. “You have a choice. And you can always say no.” I realize this concept is going to take some getting used to. Whatever her past, it’s stricken with darkness.
A few heated seconds pass before her tight facial expression softens.
“If you want me, I’m here.”
“Good.” I spin her around and tighten my grip on her hips. “Go clean up and then come with me.” I graze my teeth up her neck and push my erection into her ass.
I want her. My way. No more fucking waiting.
I release her and put her in motion with a swat on the butt. She washes her hands and turns off the oven in record time.
When she’s within reaching distance, I trap her face and hold it hostage an inch away from mine.
“You’re going to be a good little bird and do everything I say?” I dip my toe in her submissive waters.
London drops her eyes; she’d probably drop to her knees if I’d let go of her.
“Yes, sir.”
Her docile response makes me rumble with need. A deep, depraved, domineering need.
“Good girl.” I drop a kiss on the tip of her nose then take her hand. No time to waste. I drag London through the house and into the dressing room.
If we’re having this party, we’re doing it my way. Tonight is as much for Kayne as it is for me. Is that sneaky? Absolutely.
Do I care? Not so much.
“Take your clothes off,” I instruct as I buzz in and out of the closets collecting the items I need.
By the time I have everything in hand, London is standing there gloriously naked, putting every sparkle in the room to shame.
That perfect body. That gorgeous face. Those metallic eyes and luscious lips. She could be revered as one of Aphrodite’s high priestesses. And I’m so ready to worship.
With the air thick with lust—or maybe that’s just me breathing fire—I close in on her. Once a hair away, I place the items on the vanity behind London. Every inch of her is exposed, from her heavy round breasts to her bare pussy to the reflection of her heart-shaped ass staring back at me in the mirror.
This woman doesn’t need much, she’s perfection personified, but a little dress up never hurt anyone.
I outfit her in a spider web of black rhinestones. Tiny glints of onyx begin to wink all over her body as I move around her. Next, a thin leather collar with large crystal jewels and a leash to match.
I begin to salivate from just her mere presence and the promises to come.
Next, makeup. I catch the perplexed look in her eye as I apply sparkly eyeshadow, rosy blush, and dark pink lip stain, before stepping back to assess the living doll.
My living doll.
“Say what’s on your mind, little bird.” I cross my arms and prepare myself for it.
London hesitates, but I extend an inviting expression. I’ve heard it all. My talents are well-rounded and unique, and it hasn’t gone unnoticed by too many people. When you grow up grooming women so they can sell themselves to put food on their table, and yours, you learn a few things. Like how to accessorize, and the difference between blush and bronzer, and how far one tender touch can take you.
My mother made sure I saw what was below the surface when it came to people. She made sure I saw the women who worked for her as just that—women. Not objects that are insignificant or expendable or disposable. Which is how most women in this business are treated. In my current role, I walk a fine line, but I do my best to be open and honest and treat them with respect even when my primal male instincts emerge with a vengeance. And at the moment, my need to fuck like a wild animal is ensuing a quiet chaos inside me.
“I think you’re one of the strangest people I’ve ever met,” she finally admits.
I smile brightly. “Thank you.”
“I’m glad you took that as a compliment.” The tone of her raspy voice fluctuates with uncertainty. I’ve been called so much worse that strange is actually refreshing.
“A very high compliment. I know I’m different, and I’m completely okay with that.” I pick up a little velvet bag on the vanity. It’s the finishing touch.
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Of course.” I pull on the drawstring.
“Why all this?” She glances down at her made-up self.
I smirk conspiratorially. “Because”—I pull out a large silver object—“I love seduction. And enhancing the experience. I appreciate a beautiful woman, bound in leather. Draped in pearls. Sparkling like a diamond.” I press the tip of the metal butt plug to her lips and delicately trace the curves. “Do you know what this is?”
“I think so,” London replies softly.
“Good.” I slip the spade-shaped plug into her mouth. “Suck.” The metal disappears as she encloses her lips obediently around the object, and I instantly get hard. I turn her so she’s facing the vanity and press my body flush against hers. Leaning forward slightly, she plants her hands on the countertop as she sucks away on the plug all while I run my hands along her covetous curves. As my fingers skim over the netted crystals and flashes of hot skin, my nervous system responds. My blood pumps harder, my heart beats faster, and my breathing accelerates. When I reach the baby soft lips of her pussy, my fingers twitch, and when I push two inside and feel the velvety warmth of her flesh, I know there’s no turning back. I dig my face into the curve of her neck, reveling in her smell and the feel of her muscles clamped around my first and middle fingers. I look up into the mirror with just my eyes and watch her every reaction. The way her cheeks hollow around the plug, her neck elongates, and her fingernails dig into the vanity top. The bright recessed lighting highlights the flush of her skin and the pointed tips of her nipples. I suck on her collar and pump my hand until fluid saturates my fingers. We never break eye contact as I prime her, smearing the arousal now dripping from her pussy up into the tight little hole of her ass. I hold onto one of her hips securely as I painstakingly penetrate the taut ring of muscle. Ever so slowly sliding my index finger in inch by tiny inch, watching her reaction the whole time. The tiny black jewel of the butt plug constantly flickers in the light as her body acclimates to my intrusive probing. When I’m satisfied I’ve teased her enough, I anchor one arm around her waist and go to town, opening and stretching that little hole until my fingers scissor easily against the muscle. I’m fascinated by the fact only faint moans vibrate from her throat. Any other woman would be writhing and mewling by now, but not London. She just keeps her sharp stare on me and absorbs whatever I have to give. Which is mild in comparison to what’s to come.
With her body stretched to my satisfaction, I reach for the plug. I pull it from her mouth with a pop before nudging the tip into the crack of her ass. I watch mesmerized as the silver point disappears easily into the hot pink puckered ring. My need is in overdrive. If Kayne wasn’t waiting in my room, it would be over for us right here, right now. I’d fuck her against this vanity so hard we’d break the glass. I’m positive of it, but I keep my composure, remembering he needs the release just as much as I do. Maybe more.
Once the thick plug is halfway in and sturdy enough to stay on its own, I grab both of London’s hips and use my throbbing cock to literally hammer the extra-large plug the rest of the way in. Three firm thrusts and it’s wedged in deep. Her back is arched and her hair dangling as I hold her in place, forcing her body to accept the imposition. She needs to be ready. Kayne doesn’t like to wait. He’s a go-for-the-kill kind of guy. Come hard, come fast, come dirty, and then get lost. It’s hot to watch, but hellish for the women sometimes. I’m going to try to spare London as much as I can, but something tells me she can match even the likes of Kayne.
She trembles slightly in my grasp before she composes herself. The look in her eyes is fierce. As if she’s telling me to bring it.
And I am, red robin. I am.
With heavy breaths, I take her by the leash and lead her out of the room. If we weren’t in such a hurry, I’d make her crawl, but I’ll save all that for another night. The image of her sexed up and kneeling at my feet has my arousal soaring into the atmosphere.
Once we reach the door to my room, I force her to face me. I drink in her features as I skim the back of my index finger down her cheek. “You’re going to be a very good girl and do everything I say?”
“Yes, Jett,” she automatically replies. I silently groan. Those words sung in her mesmerizing voice almost have me dropping to my knees.
“Good, girl.” I lean into her. “I’m going to make that beautiful mouth scream so many obscene things. And we’re both going to love it,” I whisper. “We’re both going to want so much more.” That’s my true secret desire. For her to be a slave to me. To be with other men, but want only me. To yearn, to crave, to hunger for what only I can give.
“We’ll see.” Her tone is playful, but her eyes, her eyes are hollow.
Her response stirs something inside me. Something high-handed and domineering. I suddenly need to prove myself. Prove that what I say I mean.
“I promise no one will ever touch you like me.” It’s a threat. A straight up warning that once we move beyond this door, she may never leave my room again.
I yank on her leash and crush my mouth against hers. Our jaws stretch as I command the kiss. My first taste of her lips, and it’s like licking cotton candy straight from the solidifying source. A potent shot of sugar straight into my bloodstream.
I press her up against the door, unable to pull myself away. Everything about her is intoxicating, elicit. She evokes something in me I can’t define. Or control or fight.
“Inside,” I growl, unable to withstand it another second. She turns the knob, and we practically fall through the doorway. I keep us both on our feet but just barely. Once inside, I scan the room to find Kayne lurking in the corner. Which isn’t surprising. The man loves to lurk. It’s how he keeps the upper hand. I see you before you see me type of thing. It’s his defense mechanism from a shitty upbringing and a myriad of emotional issues.
“Kayne, this is London. Our new girl. Or Sugar, as she’s known on the floor,” I attempt a swift introduction. He stalks forward out of the shadows. The large room is dim. Only faint moonlight and the glow from the single lamp offers any illumination. The space is minimalist. A large iron bed with white bedding and a steel frame is the focal point of the room.
Kayne doesn’t respond as he slinks toward us. He just eyes up London’s mostly naked body like a predator sizing up his prey. She stiffens next to me as his broad body and menacing scowl come into view. Little does she know, he’s more scared of her than she is of him.
“You like?” I jingle her leash, enticing him.
“The package is pretty,” Kayne extends impassively.
“She’s so much more than just a pretty package.” I smile slyly. “She’s the real deal.”
Simultaneously, Kayne cocks a skeptical eyebrow as London slides her eyes over to me.
When will everyone learn? I know all and see all. You might as well call me the great and powerful Oz.
One day, they’ll both see what I see. But until then, why not buy time with a little bit of dirty fun.
“Go lay on the bed,” I instruct London without looking at her. I keep my focus on Kayne. “Show us what’s between those long sexy legs.”
Without a hint of hesitation, London saunters across the room, like she was built solely for seduction. She climbs onto the bed, her movements reflecting in the mirrored wall as she settles on her back and spreads her legs as wide as her hips will allow. Kayne’s attention slowly moves from me to the temptation on the mattress.
The mirrored wall and ceiling are the best part of my personal space. I like to watch as much as I like to partake. And nothing heightens a sexual experience for me more than a reflection of the act itself.
“I know you wanna,” I taunt him, meandering over to the bedside. Kayne needs a push when it comes to fucking someone brand new. It’s been this way since day one. It’s gotten a little easier to coax him over the years, and once he gets going, there’s no stopping the running of the bull.
He follows gradually behind me until we’re both gazing down at the naked beauty on the bed. Ready, waiting, and primed for the taking.
“Touch yourself, Sugar,” I dictate. “Play with that pretty little pussy. Make us want to fuck you.”
And like the obedient little bird she is, her hand flies to the apex of her thighs just as she murmurs, “Yes, Jett.”
I have to stop myself from hunching over with unbridled desire. Those words, that voice. She’s like a goddamn siren, and I’m not the only one affected by her lure. I hear Kayne’s hard breathing and muffled groans as London touches herself, as she rubs her clit and dips her fingers into her damp entrance. Her breasts are full and round, with nipples pointed to an aroused perfection. I look up at the ceiling and watch from the ideal angle. Every line and curve and movement accentuated in the illuminated reflection.
“Fuck,” Kayne mutters painfully behind me, and I know he’s ready to get this show on the road. He’s not the only one. I’m more than ready to delve into the prepped body lying before us.
“Try her mouth,” I suggest, knowing he’s in for the dick sucking of his life.
Kayne emits a low, rumbling groan as he unzips his pants. The sound of his belt buckle jingling as he crawls onto the mattress like the precision killer he is.
I lean in and whisper in London’s ear as Kayne straddles her head. “No coming until I say so. Understand?” She nods as Kayne pokes his erection against her lips. She opens wide, and he slides his cock in deep without a second thought. “Keep touching yourself,” I order as London swallows Kayne whole. She whimpers in response as Kayne begins to fuck her face, sinking his thick, meaty shaft down her throat over and over again. His entire length disappears into her mouth until he’s buried to the fucking hilt.
“Shit.” Kayne’s jaw tightens as he pumps his hips a little faster. London twitches beneath him, her hand fighting to stay in control as the movements against her pussy become fitful. She’s close. He’s close. And the sight of it all has me walking a flaming tightrope.
I live vicariously through Kayne as he loses himself in the feel of London’s superlative mouth. Spying at every angle, I watch as the reflection from the mirrors offers me the perfect pornographic view. I shed my clothes in anticipation as Kayne speeds closer to his climax, drilling down London’s throat until every fiber of muscle in his arms is threaded, his stone chest is heaving, and hard face is contorting. I know what he’s feeling. The engulfing pleasure of an unsurpassed woman.
“God, fucking swallow it.” His body shakes as he leaps off the edge, using London to his full advantage. She jams her fingers into her pussy as he comes down her throat like the savage he is . His roar of release is not only heard but felt by all three of us. I’m a fucking live wire by the time it’s all through. Cock throbbing with electricity as he pulls the entire length of his semi-hard shaft from her overstretched mouth.
“Holy fuck.” He falls back onto the mattress to catch his breath, leaving me the opening I need to move in.
“I told you.” I love to shove it in his face.
“Know-it-all prick,” he shoots back as I remove London’s hand from her pussy and suck the sweetness from her fingers. She’s soaked and spent and so ready to be fucked. “You were a very good girl,” I praise her as I climb her resting body. “We’re not through with you yet, and soon, you’re going to get a very big reward.” I reach for the nightstand drawer and pull out a sleeve of condoms and bottle of lubricant. Rubbers are littered all over this house. Stuffed in every crack and crevice. I fucking swear I should own stock in latex.
I pull her up to a sitting position and hand her two gold foil packets. She tears the first one open and sheaths my pierced cock with deft fingers. No more waiting. No more watching. It’s time to act. I want her on top of me, riding me hard, moaning my name, and coming when I command.
Kayne pumps his re-hardening erection just before she wraps him up too. As soon as the latex is fully unrolled, I yank on her leash, pulling her up to her full height on her knees. With a tight grip on the leather, I attack her body, devouring her neck, her collarbone, moving south until I latch onto one of her nipples. Sucking the little nub until she groans. Until it’s a rock-hard pebble in my mouth. The three of us shift fluidly, my hold on her leash dictating the direction. I slide between her legs as Kayne saddles up behind her. This is nothing new. We’ve shared enough women to know the drill. Only this woman is different. She has a seductive pull unlike I’ve ever felt. I doubt Kayne picks up the same vibes as I do. He’s in it for purely physical satisfaction. Nothing more. It should be like that for me, as well. But every time I’m close to her, touch her, hear her breathe or laugh or talk, I just gravitate. It started from the moment we met and is getting stronger by the second.
I tickle London’s clit before I toy with the fat plug lodged in her ass. I know it’s been wreaking havoc on her body, amplifying every move she makes.
“Do you have any idea how badly I want to feel you come?” I play with the plug, pushing, pulling, and twisting it until she’s riding the metal. I glance up at Kayne after I hear the cap to the lube bottle click. He’s impatiently waiting to swoop in like a bird of prey.
I dislodge the plug and toss it onto the mattress, giving Kayne exactly what he’s been thirsting for. Exactly the outlet he needs. A primed fucking hole with no strings attached. I grab onto London’s face and drag her down so our chests are touching just as Kayne enters her. He isn’t gentle or tender or soft or soothing. She emits a tiny, muffled pained cry before breathing through his intrusion. I knew she could handle him. I knew she could handle us. I kiss her lips as I slide my hand between her legs and massage her clit, attempting to ease the pressure. She moans softly as I learn all the secrets of her body. As I memorize her reactions to the places I touch. She likes her flesh rubbed slowly between two fingers and tickled deep in the center of her flowery tissue.
By the time I’m done exploring, she’s wet and throbbing and so ready to be fucked. But I’m not ready to give up this precious moment yet. The fleeting seconds of our first connection, because it will never be this way again. A barrier will be broken that can never be put back into place. And although I’m eager to move past that boundary, I’m also reluctant to give up this prized first too fast.
“Jett, please.” The plea escapes from her lips in a rushed pant as Kayne pumps into her ass and I take no mercy on her clit. Her body is tense, her eyes are screwed shut, and her back is curved in a torturous way. “Please.”
“Please, what?”
“Please give me permission.” She fights the whiny tone trying to break through the firmness of her voice. Her strength and submission are beguiling.
“Not until I’m inside you.” I dip two fingers into her soaked entrance and feel the strain of her muscles from Kayne’s relentless cock. “Do you want me inside you?” I goad her, wanting to hear her beg.
“Yes,” she chokes.
“Look at me and say it.” I remove my hand and trap her face. Kayne slows his pace, allowing me the opening I need. “London.” I jiggle her head lightly, coaxing her to open her eyes. When she finally does, I’m met by two deep blue pools of need and the most heart-wrenchingly soulless stare.
“Please,” she begs, physically present but mentally removed. How complicated this woman is. How embroiled and entangled. I want to know every puzzling piece of her intimately, starting with how she sounds when she comes.
I nudge the head of my cock against her pussy, then slide through her slick folds slowly, watching the reaction on her face as I fill her completely. As Kayne and I overtake her body and declare it ours. London’s lips part as I push deeper into her hot and slippery core. It’s ambrosial, like I’m dipping my dick into a vat of warm honey.
“You’re so fucking tight and wet . . . and beautiful.” The thought transforms into words before I can stop it. Luckily, I only admitted it loud enough for London to hear. There’s no visible reaction on her face, but her pussy clenches down mind-numbingly hard. I groan, thrusting my hips in a knee-jerk reaction. “Be a good girl and come all over my cock. Don’t hold back. We want the whole house to hear you.”
Kayne takes that as his cue, and we start to move simultaneously. To riot, to dominate the ethereal creature sandwiched between us.
London doesn’t disappoint on any level. Moaning and panting and crying as loud as possible as we fuck her. She never stops clenching, not for one second. The walls of her pussy clamped down like the Jaws of Life locked around my cock.
“Fucking Christ.” I bang my head against the pillow as the sensations oscillate, as the momentum of Kayne’s hips forces London to ride me harder, faster, a blizzard mounting between the three of us.
London’s stressed sounds elevate, reaching spine-tingling octaves.
“That’s it. Let go,” I grind out, grabbing both of her large breasts and squeezing. She’s a sight to behold when she flies apart. Completely free and completely untamed, drowning my hammering cock in a flash flood of release. I nosedive seconds later, riding the wave of her climax, coming like I haven’t in years. Like a man who wasn’t just going through the motions, who actually lived, felt, experienced, and worshiped the ferociousness of a feral woman. And if any woman deserves my reverence, it’s London.
Three depleted bodies lay in the dim light. London draped on top of me with Kayne a safe arm’s length away. Exactly where he likes to be. After a few collective moments, he rolls off the bed, grabs his pants off the floor, and walks out of the room buck-naked. Simple as that.
The door clicks, and it’s just London and me alone in the stillness of the night. Exactly how I want it. Her skin heated against mine and soft to the touch. I run my fingertips up and down her spine, content in the serene moment. For the first time in years, I genuinely want to fall asleep with a woman in my arms and wake up next to her in the morning. I want her to be naked and nestled by my side, as satisfied as I am.
My secret serenity is disturbed when London pushes herself off me. I grab her in a flash, taking us both by surprise.
“Where do you think you’re going?” I ask as I slowly crack open my eyes.
“Back to my room.”
“Why?”
She looks like she’s at a loss for words. “Because . . . We’re done?”
“Are you asking me or telling me?” I toy with her.
She bats her long eyelashes at me incredulously.
“Do you want to go?” I inquire.
“Do you want me to go?” she counters.
“No,” I’m honest. “I want you to stay.” I tug on her arm lightly, but she doesn’t slide back down. It’s disappointing, but I remind myself we just met on top of being in an unusual situation. And I’m sure she doesn’t know what to make of me yet. And that’s okay. We have time to get acquainted on every level. I’m positive of this because, after tonight, I’m going to do everything in my power to keep her here, with me. False pretenses or not. “You know what else I want?”
She shakes her head.
“More of those cookies you made.”
Her face lights up with surprise. Clearly not the answer she was expecting.
“Really?”
“Hell, yeah. Sugar is my weakness.” I run my hand along her bare curves, drawing her back to me. “If it’s sweet, I have to have it.” I hum seductively, clutching her face and tasting her lips.
“Am I sweet?” she asks demurely.
“I named you Sugar, didn’t I?”
She doesn’t respond. Not verbally anyway, just with a pensive stare. I skim one finger down her cheek. This woman is a vortex, and I’m getting sucked in deep. “Stay here. I’ll be back.” I roll out of bed and remove the condom. Damn things. Always get snagged on the balls of my piercing. I toss the rubber then pull on my pants.
“Where are you going?”
I smile broadly at a naked London, lying in my bed. “To get our midnight snack.”
“You’re going to get it?”
“Yes.” I laugh. “Why do you sound so surprised? Never have a man wait on you before?”
“Never.” She’s as serious as a sickness. My heart actually aches.
I sit back down on the bed and caress her cheek. “You’re mine now. And a lot of things are going to change.”
“A lot of things have already changed,” she admits meekly.
“It’s just the beginning,” I assure her with a warm smile. I don’t know what horrific things have happened to her, but I can promise, while she’s under my roof, no one will ever hurt her, scare her, disrespect her, abuse her, or make her feel like she’s anything less than a treasured human being.
“Relax, I’ll be back.” I tap her nose, then leave the room.