Chapter Eight
Lori knew what she needed, and her own filthy thoughts shocked her. She was naked, vulnerable, and for the first time in her life, she didn’t feel ashamed of herself. It was the way he looked at her.
With hunger.
He must have reflected her own desires. Chains had the body of a god, and she couldn’t stop staring at all those hard, ripped muscles. He looked like a centurion from one of the movies she’d seen on Netflix, but this one was all hers. His cock was big and thick, and she couldn’t imagine it even fitting inside her. Yet her lust outweighed her fears. If any man was to strip her of her virginity, she wanted it to be Chains. He’d put her first, showing her what she’d been blind to. Made her feel valuable. Safe. Desired.
“Has another man touched you, Lori?”
She shook her head. It wasn’t a lie. Between working at the diner and babysitting, she had no time to socialize—not that any man showed interest in her. Catcalls and crude propositions at the bus stop at night didn’t count.
“I like that,” he said. “I’ve been holding back. It was important to me that you knew this wasn’t about sex.”
Lori bit her lip. “And now?”
“I’m not going anywhere, baby. So there’s no sense in torturing myself anymore, is there?”
She needed him, had for a while now. His holding back had given her a complex and made her desperate for his touch. “No. I don’t want you to hold back.”
He was a lot taller than she was, all sinewy muscle. She dared to reached up and trace her fingers along his defined pecs, and then down his ripped abs. He had a lot of old scars, but one thing she noticed was the complete lack of tattoos.
Chains didn’t move, allowing her to explore his body. When she reached low enough, he grabbed her wrist. She looked up to gauge his reaction. He licked lips. “Keep going, baby girl.”
She swallowed her fears and wrapped her fingers around his cock, testing the thickness. It was rock hard with a silky skin, and she was intrigued by his masculinity. “Does this feel good?” she asked, slowly stroking her fist over his erection.
“You have no idea.”
Lori smiled, excited that she was able to affect him with a simple touch. It gave her a sense of power, and she savored the fact he wanted her just as much. “You have no tattoos. I thought bad boys always had some.”
“My body’s my own. Nobody gets to brand me.” There was such emotion in those few words, and she wondered what he’d been through when he was younger. He’d told her horrible bits and pieces, and she was sure the full picture would shock her to the core. All they could do now was start over, make today the first day of forever.
“I love your body,” she said. Lori reached up and held his shoulders. “You’re so strong. So hard.”
He grit his teeth, then grabbed her waist, hoisting her up on the wooden kitchen table. “Lean back on your elbows,” he said.
She did as instructed, carefully resting back on the table, her entire body never so exposed. He squeezed her thighs, staring down at her with the eyes of a predator, a man hanging desperately on the edge. Chains leaned over and kissed her stomach, making her giggle. He kept kissing up her center, higher and higher until he reached her breasts. She clenched her pussy, swearing the wetness would leak down to her ass.
Lori gasped when he covered her areola with his mouth. He supported her tit with one hand, his tongue painting patterns around her nipple. She closed her eyes and dropped her head back as he suckled her, the pressure in her womb building and building.
“I want you to remember today,” he said. “I want you to remember when I made you mine.”
She loved the sound of ownership in his voice. Lori wanted to belong to Chains. He was the first person to make her want to live.
He shifted lower, slinging both her legs over his strong shoulders. “What are you doing?”
Chains gave her a wink, then disappeared between her legs. When his tongue swiped up her folds, she squealed. He growled as he spread her pussy lips apart. He thoroughly explored every inch of her, his tongue flicking her clit before penetrating her deep in her cunt.
“Chains … oh God.” She spiraled out of control, the overload of sensation making her feel more animal than woman. She thrashed beneath him, but his strength was unsurpassed. His rough stubble scraped her inner thighs. He held her steady, eating her pussy until she was panting and begging him for release.
Just when she thought she’d have the orgasm of the century, he pulled away, standing tall. He stared down at her, still positioned between her legs.
“I’m going to enjoy taking your virginity, baby. Open for me.” She didn’t hesitate, bracing her heels on the edge of the table, wanting his mouth on her clit again.
He licked his finger, then slid it inside her pussy. She clenched around his digit, wanting his big cock instead.
“Fuck me,” she said.
“Such a dirty mouth for such a pretty girl.” He tutted, dragging that finger down to her ass before impaling her nether hole. “This will be mine, too.”
He kept his finger in her asshole, wiggling it in such a way that she swore she saw stars. The explosion of sensation made her clit throb in distracting waves.
“Stop teasing me.” She barely managed to get the words out, so lost in her own wanton desires.
“Let me play, sweetheart. Trust me, it’ll be better this way.” He removed his finger, then scooped her naked body up into the cradle of his arms.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m not fucking you on the table. Not for the first time, anyway.” He carried her to his room. The curtains were drawn, so it was a bit difficult to see. Her sense of smell was magnified, and the room reminded her of Chains—deep, intoxicating, musky cologne, leather, and control.
Lori had always scraped by in life, her nerves always on edge. She wasn’t good at survival, but she’d done it every day. After being beat up by Carlton Riggs, struggling to make ends meet at her shitty job, and terrified of the future, she saw Chains’s arrival as a godsend. His confidence in every situation put her worries at ease. He made her feel protected, cared for, and wanted. He was her addiction.
He set her on the edge of the bed, and she wiggled up to the center. Chains stood at the end of the bed, one arm across his chest as he grabbed his shoulder.
“Sure you want to give yourself to me, Lori? Where I’m from, I’m considered garbage, the lowest of society. You deserve more, but I’m a selfish bastard.”
She narrowed her eyes. If anyone had lowly roots, it was her. Her parents were on government assistance, living in one of the worst ghetto areas of the city. She didn’t care about the past, just now. “You talk too much.” Lori reached down between her legs and touched her sensitive clit.
He shook his head. “Hell no, that’s my job, baby.”
Chains crawled up onto the bed, with the stealth and intensity of a predator. Every muscle flexed as he closed in on her. Her heart raced, her body reacting to his proximity. He used his thigh to spread her legs open, then hooked his arms under her shoulders, holding her close. His hard cock pressed against her pussy, making her wetter. A mix of excitement and apprehension of what was to come had her entire body hotwired to his touch.
She expected something fast and forgettable for her first time. Chains took his time, once again proving he was more than just any man. He kissed her, deeply, passionately. His kisses felt like promises, and she savored every one of them. The entire world and its problems went away, leaving just the two of them in this little piece of paradise.
Lori ran her hands over his shaved head, then held his shoulders as they kissed.
“This is perfect,” he said. “You and me … it feels right.” Lori couldn’t agree more. She leaned up and kissed him again, loving how easily she could pull him back under the spell. His cock twitched, and those kisses soon moved down her neck. “I love these tits,” he said before squeezing her cleavage together. He played a game with his tongue over her nipples that had her toes curling.
“I want you inside me,” she said. “Please.”
“You don’t have to beg. That’s exactly what I’m planning.” He reached between them, taking hold of his big cock. As soon as he rubbed the thick head long her moist slit, she sighed in relief. She needed him more than breath. “I’m going to go easy at first. You let me know if I hurt you.”
She nodded, her nails digging into his biceps as her anticipation grew stronger. He pressed the tip inside her, joining them, even if only an inch. She used her muscles to squeeze around him, getting used to the foreign invasion. Chains cursed.
“More.”
He took a deep breath, ever so slowly pushing more inches inside her. She’d been so wet and ready that he had no trouble sliding home. Once he was fully seated, he ran his lips along her jawline and didn’t move his body. She felt so full, so completely stuffed with his cock. Her virginity was gone—given to her captor, her lover.
“You’re mine now,” he whispered. Her eyes lolled back in her head as he shelled her ear with his tongue. “No other man will know this body but me.”
Forever sounded perfect to her. She craved security, commitment, and the happily ever after she’d never expected for herself. Her goal had been to give her siblings a better chance than she’d had. She’d given up hope for herself so many years ago. Now everything was new again.
“Don’t leave me,” she said. The words were pure vulnerability, her deepest fear vocalized.
“Never, sweet girl. We were meant for each other. I knew that from the first moment I saw you.” He pulled his cock most of the way out, then filled her up again. “I never thought I’d fall in love. The whole idea was a joke to me … until you.”
“I love you,” she said. Yes, it had been less than two weeks, but she didn’t care. It was the truth, a soul-deep confession that had to be said.
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Chains had been waiting for this day. He was balls deep inside the only woman who’d managed to get under his skin. Her pussy was hot and tight, squeezing him like a fist. And she’d only been his. She had no idea how valuable he considered the gift of her virginity. Having been born with nothing, he knew Lori was his prize.
After taking her from the diner, he’d worried she’d hate him for kidnapping her, even if he believed it was for her own good. A one-sided relationship would never work. To hear her express her love for him was more valuable than all the money in the world, and he’d never make her regret falling for him.
He was done waiting. Chains began to fuck her, working her slow and steady, building up a good rhythm. Her little mewling sounds proved she wasn’t in any discomfort. It didn’t take long for her to arch up to meet him thrust for thrust. Her pussy was drenched, and he could already feel her spasming around his cock.
Chains kissed her lips. “Your body was made for fucking,” he said. All her soft, lush curves were heaven. Her juicy tits jiggled beneath him, and those thick thighs spurred him on. He’d never get enough of his woman.
The more he fell for her, the more terrified he became. He had something to exploit, something an enemy could use against him. Not smart for a hitman. But he was beyond turning back now. And he wasn’t the first man at Killer of Kings to get serious with a woman. Lori had just become number one in his life.
“Do you like my dick inside you, baby?” She nodded, her lips parted as she fought for breath. Her eyes were glazed over, but he demanded an answer. “Say it. Tell me what you want.”
“I want your big dick. I want it deep inside me,” she said.
Damn, he loved hearing her talk dirty. He had so many filthy plans for her this week.
His muscles felt invigorated, and he swore his entire body could go all night long. Lori did that to him, brought out his beast.
Chains reached between them, circling her clit with his thumb as he continued to pump into her cunt. As he supported himself up with one arm, the angle gave him the perfect view of Lori as her orgasm crested. The little sounds she made only made him harder.
“So good…” She moaned and writhed on the bed, her hands grabbing at the blankets.
“Come for me, sweetheart. Just relax and let go.” Within minutes, she detonated, her pussy clamping down on his cock. “It’s okay, I’ve got you.”
He dropped over her, letting her ride out her orgasm. Watching the passion in her eyes, knowing he’d bound them together, was enough to make him come. He filled her with his seed, pumping his hips until he was completely spent.
You’re mine now.
Chains rolled over to the side, deep satisfaction washing through him. He needed that. And now that Lori had lost her virginity, he didn’t have to worry about hurting her next time. He was already envisioning the many things he wanted to do with her.
“Thank you,” he said.
She shifted to her side, facing him. “That’s a funny thing to say.”
“You gave him something special. You have no idea,” he said. “The women I’ve fucked around with were nothing I’d want for more than a night.”
“And me?”
“You’re my princess.” He cupped her face, running his thumb along her lower lip. “And you’ve just changed my entire life.”
Lori had to come number one, even before Killer of Kings. He hoped it never came to choosing sides because he respected Boss, enjoyed his job, and wanted it all. He’d been in contact with Shadow recently during a job, and the other killer seemed to succeed in mixing business and pleasure. Around the same time, they’d met El Diablo, even getting along … until now. The bastard never should have broken into his house. A man’s home should be off limits.
“How long do we have to stay here?” she asked.
“Just until things cool off. And I obviously need to get a better security system at home. El Diablo managed to bypass it way too easily.”
“But he’s a professional killer, like you, right?”
“Maybe, but we’re not on the same side. Not yet, anyway.” His mission was supposed to be recruiting the renowned hitman for Killer of Kings. Boss had a plan to lure Xavier in, but all Chains wanted right now was alone time with Lori. “It’ll all be dealt with soon. Nothing to worry about.”
“At least he didn’t try to kill me. I know you’re mad at him for breaking in and everything, but I really believe he thought he was doing a good thing by setting me free.”
Maybe the ruthless killer had a bit of humanity left in him after all. Chains didn’t want to dwell on it. He’d already been thinking too much about that crazy bastard.
“He’s lucky he didn’t hurt you, because then I’d have to hurt him. Well, kill him. After torturing him.”
The look on Lori’s face reminded him he needed to keep some of his life on the down low. Lori was sweet innocence, and he didn’t want her completely tainted by his world. Or scared. “I don’t want anything to happen to you, Chains.”
“Nothing will happen to me. I know how to survive. I’m not new to any of this. That’s why Boss recruited me long ago.”
“When you came to this country?”
“From Russia. Whatever shithole you’re used to, my neighborhood would make it look like Beverly Hills.”
She touched his face. At first, he flinched, not used to allowing a woman to get so close. “I can’t hear much of an accent,” she said.
“It’s there, but only when I want it to be. I know a lot of languages. It comes with the territory.”
“You must have some happy memories as a child. Is there anything you can remember?” She sounded genuinely concerned, and it touched his heart. Lori was a good woman, and he’d never let her go.
“I had friends in the orphanages, but after the things I witnessed happen to them, I learned to keep my emotions in check. If you don’t have emotions, you can’t get hurt. Know what I mean?”
She smiled warmly. “I understand. But, if you don’t let anyone in, you can never know love.”
“I know love,” he said. Chains was still reluctant to make any declarations to Lori. Things were still in limbo, and he didn’t want to risk his heart just yet. But he knew what he felt for her, and it terrified him. He needed to change the topic. “What about you? What’s a happy memory you have?”
“I have a lot,” she said. “Seeing the happiness on my little sister’s face when I bought her a grade eight graduation dress. Or paying for my brother’s school trip to the zoo. He was so excited.”
“Those are all other people’s happiness,” he said.
“That’s what makes me happy.”
Chains was pissed off. Those were all things a parent should be worrying about. Lori struggled like a dog to provide happy memories for her siblings. He’d change all that. He wasn’t sure how, but he’d make sure her brothers and sisters were taken care of so she could enjoy her own damn life.
“You’re too good for me, baby.” Chains pulled her closer, tucking her into the crook of his arm. “I don’t deserve you.”
“Don’t say that,” she said. “I’ve never been happier. I don’t know what I’d do without you now.”
He loved hearing her say those words. Chains wanted her to need him, because he’d be working hard to make her dreams come true. He’d never been responsible for anyone but himself, and it felt empowering to have another life to care for.
They cuddled together until they fell asleep. Chains wasn’t sure how much time passed, but his pager vibrating in the kitchen woke him up. He checked on Lori, and she was still sound asleep. Carefully slipping off the bed, he tugged on a pair of shorts, and closed the bedroom door behind him.
He checked his pager. It was Maurice, so he called him back on his cellphone.
“What’s up?” he asked.
“Your cell was off.”
“Yeah, well, I’m laying low right now. Since that piece of shit got past my security system, I needed to get off the grid.”
“Since when have you been afraid of a fight?” asked Maurice. “I thought you were Boss’s go-to man.”
Did he know about Lori? As far as Chains knew, she was his dirty little secret. “I’m just playing it safe. You have a problem with that?”
He heard Maurice sigh on the other end. “El Diablo took the next bait. That means he’s on target for interception in two days.”
“Boss know?”
“Of course Boss knows. This is part of his plan. He’ll be there with Killian. He’ll expect you to be there, too. El Diablo trusted you the most. You did spend a lot of time with him.”
“That doesn’t mean we’re best friends. I don’t know shit about him. And a man like El Diablo doesn’t know anything about loyalty.”
“Boss doesn’t see it the same way. Anyway, this was a courtesy call,” said Maurice.
“For what exactly?”
“Boss knows about your plaything. He doesn’t like secrets.”