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Rust
King’s Harlots, #5
Creena & Stone
The final story
Chapter 1
Creena
A STABBING PAIN thumped inside my head, trembling down the length of my spine. I groaned, rolling over onto my stomach when I felt another body shift beside me. My heart gave a start. I picked through the memories of the night before, trying hard to remember what the hell had happened but came up short. All I knew was that I was hungover as fuck.
My stomach churned, stale bile rising to my throat. I would not throw up. I would not throw up. I didn’t even know where I was.
The body beside me shifted again, turning towards me and wrapped a heavy arm around my middle.
At that point, everything inside of me came alive. It was like the warmth from the man in bed with me, sucked the hangover right out of me.
But with my mouth as dry as a desert and the alcohol from the night before leaving an awful taste in my mouth, I ignored my body’s reaction to the guy and pushed out of bed.
The room spun around me.
It had been a long time since I got that drunk but celebrating a friend’s wedding, it was almost a given that it happened.
Rising from the bed on shaky legs, I glanced back at the still form behind me. Sheets hung low on the man, just barely covering his ass.
Desire unfurled deep in the pit of my belly. I only wished I could remember what we had done. And also find out who he was. The dim lighting of the room hid that fact. All I could tell was that he was huge, taking up most of the bed.
Squinting in the early morning darkness of the room, I searched until I found a t-shirt but as soon as I slipped it over my head, a breath escaped me. The scent of man, leather and sex wafted into my nose, tingling every waking desire I’ve ever had for another person of the opposite sex.
Holy. Shit.
I had never reacted like that to a man’s scent before. Having my fair share of one night stands, slipping into their shirts and stumbling in the dark the next morning, was normal for me but this…this was so much more.
Feeling around in the dark until I found a door, I opened it and slid my hand up the wall coming in contact with a light switch. Flipping it on, I winced, the light burning into my retinas.
After my vision cleared, I gasped. A large ensuite bathroom stood before me. Who the hell was this guy?
I pulled the door closed behind me and went in search of toothpaste. The jungle in my mouth needed to go and I needed to get home. Home. I hadn’t been living at home in weeks. My stomach tumbled. Taking a deep breath, I pushed the horror of the past couple of months back into the deep recesses of my mind.
When my gaze landed on the old-fashioned claw bathtub, a whimper left my mouth. What I wouldn’t do for a bath at the moment.
Instead, I searched through the drawers until I found a tube of toothpaste and brushed my teeth with my finger. After I cleaned myself up at least until I felt somewhat human, I opened the door, ready to meet the guy who took me home.
As soon as I left the room, I bumped right into a hard, tattooed half-naked body. “Oh…” I looked up and up, until I met the eyes of the man who had made me weak in the knees from just his scent.
Vincent Stone.
Holy fuck.
A wicked grin spread on his too handsome face. Pushing me back into the bathroom, he kicked the door closed behind him.
“I…” I swallowed hard, the blood rushing through my body, banging in my ears. Tattoos of all intricate designs lined his skin. The beautiful masterpiece made my inner tattoo artist purr. I licked my lips, my eyes landing on the piercings in both of his nipples. He hid his exterior well because I had no idea that he was that inked or pierced.
As he came toward me, I backed up.
Once I hit the wall, I lifted my hands but that didn’t stop him.
Stone closed the distance between us, placing his hands on my hips and brushed his nose into the crook of my neck. He inhaled, a deep growl rumbling from his chest. His nose moved down the length of my throat, under my chin and up the other side. He scented me. He actually fucking scented me.
If he wasn’t holding me, I would have melted at his feet.
He lifted his head, his brows narrowing. “Hmm.”
“What?” I asked, my hand fluttering to my throat.
“You smell like sex.”
“Well,” I swallowed hard. “I imagine that’s what we did last night.”
“You can’t remember?” he asked, a hint of amusement dancing in his dark gaze.
“I…” Memories of us dancing at the wedding came rushing back. Our friends, Angel and Jay, finally tied the knot and I got shitfaced out of my damn mind to help celebrate. “I remember dancing.”
Stone leaned down to my ear, his mouth brushing ever so slightly over the soft skin beneath it. With firm hands on my hips, he pulled me against him.
When our hips touched, all thoughts about the night before were gone as the power between his legs proved he wasn’t done with me.
“You couldn’t keep your hands off of me. I remember you grinding your ass into my crotch. You put my hands on your body. You showed me what you wanted, baby girl. What would make you moan.” He licked up the side of my neck. “And that made me hot as fuck.”
Holy hell. I was in way over my head. No man had talked like that to me. Ever. “I…I…” Fuck, I couldn’t even speak in front of this guy. Stone had never been like this. Not with me. We flirted and became friends but nothing more. Both of us had been busy but now…
Stone pinched my chin, tilting my head back. “Nothing to say?”
“I don’t know what you want from me,” I whispered, entranced in his dark gaze.
He grinned. “You sure had a lot to say last night.” He released me and took a step back before stretching his arms over his head. He leaned his head from side to side, the sound of a crack reverberating through the room. “I’ve always been into women who tell me what they want in bed but you...” He winked, licking his lips.
My cheeks heated. Before I became lost in his eyes again, I cleared my throat and shook my head. “You could be lying. You probably don’t even remember everything and are just making up shit.” I went to step by him when he grabbed me from behind and pulled me back against him.
“Does this feel like I’m lying?” he growled, pushing his pelvis into my ass.
I gasped, a flush of heat washing over my skin. His erection pressed into my rear. All of it. All of him. Every inch of Stone pushed up against me.
My heart raced, mixing in tune with the beat of his own.
His hand brushed up my middle to my throat. “Fuck, Creena,” he groaned in my ear. “What the hell are you doing to me? One night with you and I’m fucking addicted.”
Leaning my head against his shoulder, I grabbed his other hand from my hip and placed it on my lower abdomen.
His breathing picked up, his hips pushing back and forth against my ass.
Something snapped inside of me to the point that it sent a flutter racing through me. I wanted to see how far I could take him until he broke. I was never into dominating in the bedroom but Stone made me want to push him until he pushed back. I threw all caution to the wind and ground back into him.
He pushed me up against the door, inching his fingers lower.
I stopped him, tightening my hold on his hand. “No.”
A growl rumbled from his chest. Pushing his thumb into my mouth, he tilted my head back further. “You want me to fucking break. You keep rubbing your ass against me and I’m going to come right here. That’s what you want isn’t it?”
“Yes,” I panted, closing my lips around his thumb.
“Fuck,” his mouth moved to the back of my neck, his teeth sinking into the skin. “I can taste the sweat from last night on your skin. Shit, Creena.” His hips pushed forward. Inching a hand under the fabric of the shirt I was wearing, his fingers dug into the flesh of my hip.
I had to regain control. This man was going to be my undoing. With one word and I could be bent over the sink with him deep inside of me but I couldn’t. Not yet. I wanted to play with him.
Stone wrapped his fingers around my throat, rubbing his hips in circles against my ass. A deep groan vibrated from the back of his throat. “Fuuuuuuuuuck.”
I smiled, my heart jumping against my ribs.
“Shit, woman,” Stone shook himself, stepping away from me. “I can’t believe you just actually fucking did that.”
I laughed, the awkwardness no longer there.
His gaze snapped to mine. “You think that’s funny do you?”
“I do,” I patted him gently on the arm. “It’s okay. I’m sure you lasted longer than five minutes last night.”
“Oh just you fucking wait,” Stone ripped his pants down his legs. “Strip.”
My mouth dropped, my gaze landing between his legs. “Wh-what?”
Stone wrapped a hand around his now flaccid cock, tugging on the barbell piercing the head. “Keep staring at it like that, it’s going to think you’re disgusted by it.”
“I…” My cheeks burned, my gaze meeting his once again.
He chuckled. “Strip.”
“What?” I frowned. “Why?” My eyes fell back to the monster between his legs. My core clenched. God, he had been inside me. His beautiful pierced cock had been in me and I couldn’t remember. Of course. Why would I need to remember something like that?
“I’m hung over as shit” he answered, pulling me from my thoughts. “A shower will help and I just came in my pants like a twelve year old.” He grabbed my hand, pulling me against him. “Now strip.” He smacked my ass.
I shivered, the tingle of pain enveloping me in a blanket of bliss. “I…”
He patted my butt. “Hurry up. We’ll shower and I’ll drive you home.” He turned around and that was when I saw it.
Wings covered his back. They were detailed and dark. The only color being drops of red blood that the tattoo artist had conveniently placed at the small of his back. “Stone,” I reached out to touch him when he spun on me and grabbed my hand.
“Don’t,” he ground out and kissed my fingertips.
“Your piece is beautiful,” I told him, trying to lighten the dark shift in the air.
“Yeah, thanks.” He brushed past me and turned on the shower. “I’m not going to ask you again. Strip.”
“But isn’t that a little intimate, Stone? I mean…” I shrugged. “It’s just—”
“We’ve already fucked, Creena,” he grabbed the hem of the shirt I was wearing. “And this shirt doesn’t belong to you anyway.”
Were we going to have to have sex in the shower? Not that I would complain in the least but a part of me didn’t want to wash the remnants of the night before off of me. I enjoyed feeling him on my skin, his touch imbedded in my flesh.
“Touch me there, Stone. Yes, just like that. God, you feel so good.”
Words from the night before slid into my mind.
Stone grinned, his gaze darkening.
As if he could read my mind, his body hardened.
He was an addiction at its finest and I knew I hadn’t even experienced him in his entirety.
Yet.
***
(Stone)
This woman, Creena Chan, was going to be the death of my dick.
I had made it seem like I remembered everything from the night before when really, I only remembered her words. Every single syllable as she told me what to do to her. Every enunciated breath as I took her past the power of seduction and right into submission. But she didn’t know that. She thought we had a good time and that was it. But there was more. So much more that I couldn’t allow myself to confess.
It was one reason I didn’t drink often. That darkness unleashed itself every time alcohol touched my lips and the women I had been with had fallen prey to that power. Some liked it. Most didn’t. I scared them.
But with Creena, there was something more. I could sense it.
As she stared up at me with those beautiful green eyes of hers, she chewed her full bottom lip.
My mouth tingled, itching to get a taste of her tongue. I couldn’t remember kissing her the night before, our drunken stupor taking over fast and hard.
“Stone,” she said, my name falling from her lips like a petal in the wind. She was going to make me fall to my feet like a sexual slave waiting for its Master. She would be my Master. And fuck me, I didn’t give a shit if submitting to her went against everything I believed in.
I cleared my throat, needing to collect myself before I truly unleashed everything onto her. “Strip,” I demanded one last time before I would force her to take off the shirt she was wearing.
She sighed, pulling the top up and over her head.
A purr escaped my mouth. She was beautiful. Damn near flawless. Her olive skin tone marred with light tiny freckles made every inch of me come alive. My dick grew, pointing towards her and begged for her touch. Rubbing up against her ass and coming undone in my pants, was not enough.
Her breath caught in her throat, her eyes falling to my dick and back up to my face.
“You make me hard, baby girl. That’s not something I’m ashamed of.”
“I don’t think you have any shame,” she said, a pink flush spreading from her breasts.
I grinned. “Not one bit.” I turned to head into the shower before looking at her over my shoulder. “Nice tattoo,” I said, nodding towards the word Breathe just under her left breast. It was drawn in cursive, underlining the length of her full tit.
Her lips twitched. “Thanks.”
I stepped under the hot spray, my mouth turning up into a wide grin when I felt her behind me. Her obeying my demand to join me in the shower, did something odd. It made me happy and elated but also strung the fuck out. This wasn’t good. Not one fucking bit.
“Have you ever had a shower with someone, baby girl?” I asked, needing the sound of her husky voice.
“No,” she stepped up behind me, running her hands up my back. “But I’m always willing to try something at least once.”
My cock twitched.