Ravenous Kingpin (Kingpins of the Syndicate #4)

4. Emory

CHAPTER 4

Emory

O ne touch and I was reduced to a puddle of emotions.

With Killian’s expensive suit promptly discarded, we were no longer able to hide beneath fancy clothes. And there was some sort of freedom in it. Everything felt heightened and unreal. As if I left my own body and drifted to another planet.

He lowered down on his knees and ran his tongue over my entrance. It was just a brush of his tongue, but he knew exactly what my throbbing core needed. I bucked against his face when he pulled away to gauge my reaction. As if satisfied—with me or himself, I’d never know—he flicked his tongue across the same spot and bit down.

“Oh, fuck.”

I attempted to jam my legs shut, but he wouldn’t have it. Instead, he chuckled against me, the vibration of it sending waves through me.

He continued his assault with his tongue, his palms skimming to my ass and digging into my flesh. It felt like being on fire, a scorching one, and I was about to be dragged to the pits of hell.

“Wh-what about you?” I whimpered, my fingers clutching his dark hair. I wasn’t experienced—not in the slightest—but it didn’t take a genius to figure out one of us held all the cards.

“I’m getting everything I want,” he groaned into my skin. “You’re my dessert.”

Then he pushed his tongue inside me and a shudder zipped down my spine. My legs wobbled, threatening to cave in, and I gripped his hair even harder. Sparks exploded through my whole body, and I was already tingling and aching for more.

My toes curled and my heart hammered against my ribs. He laughed, the sound low and so damn delicious it was addictive.

Even if it was for only one night, I felt free with him. Free to chase this lusty haze. Free to give in to this passion.

He ran a rough hand down my leg, pulling my thigh over his shoulder and never ceasing to devour me. I scraped my nails over his head, murmuring in English and Italian as he pushed his tongue inside me. In and out.

My entire body was on fire, the pressure building and building until it exploded. My eyes rolled back in my head, and I cried out as sparks broke out across my vision.

It felt like this languid sensation went on and on, and by the time my eyes fluttered open, I found his dark gaze on me. His breathing was uneven, lips glistening with the evidence of my arousal.

I searched for the right words, but before I could utter any sound, he was on his feet and a gasp ripped from my throat.

He whirled me around, pinning me against the wall. His hard chest rippled against my spine, his massive erection pressing into the small of my back. My breasts heaved as I laid my heated cheek against the cool surface.

He tangled his fingers in my hair and pushed the long strands to the side, murmuring into my ear: “You’re the best thing I’ve ever tasted.”

His hot breath sent shivers down my back.

“Don’t go comparing me to other girls,” I breathed. He wrapped his hand around my throat in a steel-like hold, leaving me at his complete mercy. “You won’t find another like me. Or are you trying to make me jealous?”

I wouldn’t admit to him that his every touch left me longing for more, consuming me and leaving me in a daze. I couldn’t surrender to this. To him. The morning light would bring reality, and we’d both go on our own way.

“I suspect you’re not the jealous type,” he grunted. “But guess what?”

“What?”

His teeth found my earlobe and he bit down. “I am, and now that I’ve tasted you, the thought of any man touching you… tasting you… makes me murderous.”

I laughed weakly, unwilling to admit the truth about my virginity.

Instead, I said, “Why waste time on that? This is casual, no strings.”

My voice was too breathy, and it had everything to do with his hands roaming my body and the mind-blowing orgasm. My first orgasm with a man and it was better than I’d ever imagined it could be.

Licking my earlobe, nibbling and assaulting it with his tongue, he whispered, “So does that mean I can do anything to you?”

His thumb grazed my pulse and applied pressure to emphasize his meaning. My blood roared in my veins, right beneath his hold.

“Anything that I enjoy.”

“Fair enough.” His voice became raspy. “I guarantee you’ll like it, but if you don’t, you need to say so.”

I couldn’t help the subconscious tremors rushing through me at his possessive tone.

“Okay…”I trailed off. Maybe this was too risky, maybe I wasn’t being smart, but there was no stopping this lust train. It was like I was drunk on him.

He laved at the shell of my ear, pushing his knee between my thighs.

“Open your legs.”

I shuffled my legs a little and he cupped my needy, wet core, drawing a gasp from me. He slid his fingers against my wet folds, making them wetter and more sensitive.

“Fuck. Your scent is intoxicating.” The arousal in his tone sent my nerves into overdrive. Then he thrust a finger inside me and I stood on my tiptoes, stifling a moan. “And those sounds you make… They’re like poetry.”

He drove his finger deeper.

“Will you choke on my dick and let me come down that pretty throat?”

“Only if you give me another orgasm.” Oh my God . When did I get so brave and mouthy? This man had an uncanny way of bringing out my sass.

“Challenge accepted.”

He chuckled darkly before thrusting an additional finger inside me and tightening his hold on the back of my neck. Holy fucking shit. Another orgasm started to build at the base of my spine and I felt so full, I feared I’d burst with the sensation.

Everything with this man felt overwhelming.

The way he held my neck like he owned me, controlling my shaky, chopped breathing. He pounded his fingers into me, scissoring and crisscrossing them in rhythm with my shaky inhales and exhales.

My whimpers turned into cries, the sounds piercing the deafening silence of the hotel room. I was fit to burst, all the sensations ready to explode simultaneously. And just like that I was coming, savagely and mercilessly, feeling the pleasurable wave and basking in every second of it.

He continued to drive his fingers in long, deep thrusts, elongating my pleasure and making it ten times stronger than the one before. As if my body had been preparing me for this mind-bending experience.

I was too drunk on the pleasure to focus on anything but those dark, vibrating eyes on me. On his beautiful lips curving into a smirk.

“I… guess… you… win.”

“Hmm.”

“I’ll let you fuck my mouth.”

Before I even finished my sentence, his fingers slipped out of me and he wrenched a pillow from a nearby sofa, dropping it to the ground. He turned me around, then pushed me to my knees in front of him.

I gave myself a second to look my fill. He pumped his thick, veiny, very hard cock a few times and a twinge of apprehension zapped through me. It was all so new, so confusing . I just came twice, but my body still demanded more of him.

This couldn’t be good, could it?

“Ready to suck my cock, álainn ?”

My thighs clenched together at the image and I licked my lips. “Yes.” I was born ready.

There was a tightness in his sharp jaw and his hand flexed around his length, almost as if he worried he’d hurt me, while I stared at his impressive erection.

He seemed to shake himself from the moment and brushed a knuckle across my cheek tenderly. “Good, then let me show you how I like it.”

Holy fucking shit. Could a person orgasm from words alone?

I wrapped my lips around his tip and licked the precum when his groan vibrated through the silence.

“Open wide.” Killian’s fingers twined in the back of my hair and guided me forward. The tension in him told me he was teetering on the edge.

I inched up on my knees eagerly and opened my mouth as instructed, taking him deep. Hollowing my cheeks, I was careful not to graze him with my teeth. I might have been an inexperienced virgin, but I’d watched enough porn and read enough romance novels to know a few things.

“Good girl.” Fuck, why did I like him calling me a good girl? It should be mortifying, humiliating. “If it gets to be too much, just tap my thigh. Understood?”

I blinked, then nodded up at him.

Using his hold on my hair, he kept thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth, and hitting the back of my throat. I couldn’t help my gag reflex when his dick hit the back of my throat. I sputtered, choking, unable to take him all in.

“Relax your throat,” he instructed softly. “You’re doing so good.” I relaxed my jaw and he thrust in a few times. I let his grunts of pleasure and my own intuition guide me, licking and sucking with abandon. “Now look at me.”

I met his half-lidded gaze, maintaining eye contact each time he drove his cock deep in my throat. I used my tongue for friction, letting him hit the back of my throat as he careened his hips forward—long, hard, and rough.

And I let him use my mouth for his pleasure as he dominated every inch of me, swallowing as much as possible of him, tears stinging my eyes. His low grunts and deep groans as he fucked my mouth, watching me darkly, turned me on in a depraved sort of way.

I’d never understood submission. Until now.

Just when that realization sunk in, he pulled out.

“Why… stop?” I struggled to speak, my jaw slightly stiff.

“I’m going to come inside your cunt.” I bit my tongue, but not before a moan slipped free. He held his hard cock, glistening with precum and saliva, when he ordered, “Bed. Now.”

I scrambled to obey, but he was already helping me to my feet, his actions twisting something primal and raw inside me.

Once on the bed, his hand skimmed over my skin. Hungry and dominant. With his other hand, he reached around and rolled one of my nipples between his calloused fingers.

Continuing to tease my nipples from his towering position, he wrapped his hand around my neck, squeezing gently until I was completely at his command. It sent jolts of pleasure to my pussy.

“Your tits on the mattress, your ass up in the air, and your legs spread wide.”

My body instantly fell into position, my cheeks flaming at the image. And all the while I was unable to suppress the moans rippling from me.

I heard a crinkling sound and turned sideways to find him rolling a condom onto his cock, and I moaned at the sight.

The sight was both erotic and hot .

“I’m about to fulfill my promise,” he mused, his lips meeting my ear again. “You’ll scream my name.”

“We’ll see.” My retort would have been better if my voice didn’t come out so throaty.

He fit himself behind me, his strong fingers digging into my hip, and he thrust in. My whole body jolted forward with a sharp sting, but it quickly vanished, leaving me with only my arousal and a bubbling feeling like I was about to burst.

He pulled out a little, then thrust in again. An electric shock of pleasure shot through me, almost paralyzing me. My fingers curled into the sheets, gripping them with white knuckles. I bit my lip to stop myself from screaming.

He wrapped my hair around his fist, angling my head up while leaving my chest pressed against the mattress. Each time he drove into me, it added friction to my sensitive nipples.

The combination of his mad rhythm and deep, hard thrusts won out. I screamed his name over and over again. The slaps of flesh against flesh echoed in the air, mixing with my moans and the sloppy sounds of my arousal.

“Your pussy is strangling me.” Delicious pain exploded in my neck when his teeth sunk into me. He slapped my ass as he pulled on my hair. “Scream my name again.”

And I did. I gave in to him as he fucked me ruthlessly, roughly, every thought dispersing.

A deep grunt echoed in the air as he fucked me even harder, his pace ferocious. If he hadn’t held me in place, I might have collapsed.

And just like that, a third orgasm hit me like a hurricane. It wasn’t long before he stilled inside me, and I felt warmth.

My eyes drooped, a hazy sensation pulling on every muscle in my body.

“Are you okay?” His strong voice brushed against my skin.

“In heaven,” I murmured sleepily. “I rather liked screaming your name.”

His smile grazed my skin and a soft moan left me when he kissed my neck, but before I could say another thing, sleep pulled me under.

When I woke up, it was next to the most beautiful man sprawled on the bed, the sheet barely covering him. He was still naked, a single infinity tattoo over his heart on his left pec on his chest capturing my attention.

Killian.

If only things were different, and I could leave him my phone number. But those childish dreams died a long time ago, and I knew it’d be selfish to pull him into my world. If my family learned what went down here, they would kill him.

The clock on the wall ticked half past five in the morning.

Slowly, I shifted from under the covers and winced. I looked down between my legs and realized he must have cleaned me up when I fell asleep. My cheeks heated, but I shook my head. There was no time for embarrassment.

I reached for my rumpled dress, grimacing at what it would mean for someone to see me wearing it at this hour.

So I grabbed his jacket and put it on, his scent filling my nostrils.

“I’m sorry it couldn’t be different,” I whispered. “I hope we never cross paths again.”

I grabbed my heels and stepped silently from the room.