Ravenous Kingpin (Kingpins of the Syndicate #4)

20. Emory

CHAPTER 20

Emory

“ W hat are you doing?” I demanded. “Uncuff me or I swear to God, Killian?—”

My breath hitched when he raised his hand to flick the top button of his black shirt, moving down at a lethal pace. With every piece of clothing he shed, my heart drummed harder and my breaths turned rougher.

Soon enough, I stared at his bulging biceps and the eight-pack abs carved into his stomach. The skin all over his body was an angry red, and you’d think I’d feel guilty for being the cause for it. Yet, I felt nothing. Zip. Nada.

Then he slid off his boxers and my mouth parted at his erection. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Relax,” he clipped out. “I’m going to shower. It’s the only thing that helps the rash.”

“You can’t leave me like this,” I hissed, goose bumps breaking over my skin.

“You started this. Now bear the consequences.”

My stupid heart tripped over itself at the sight of him, unable to do anything with my left hand hanging limp from the solid metal fixture.

He stepped into the shower and the showerheads automatically turned on, spraying water down his tanned body while I stood there naked.

My harsh breaths mixed with the spray of water while the cool air caressed my skin, causing my nipples to harden. Killian pinned his icy blue gaze on me, wrapping his long, strong fingers around his length and pulling it once, twice.

My lips parted in shock and my cheeks heated. I attempted to take measured breaths, but it was fruitless. My chest rose and fell rapidly, my eyes locked on his groin as I imagined it was me who was touching him.

I swallowed, lifting my eyes to his to find them glimmering with satisfaction.

“Why are you such an asshole?” I spat, keeping my gaze on his face; although it was pointless because his naked image had already seared my eyeballs and my brain.

“Just keeping you close,” he answered.

He grunted softly and I stared open-mouthed as he stroked himself up and down, his strong fingers tugging on his shaft.

The rhythmic sound of lathered skin somehow matched my own labored breathing. As his pace increased, so did my arousal. I couldn’t peel my eyes from the sight. The way the veins on his strong forearms popped with each movement, his heavy-lidded gaze was so hot it almost singed me.

I darted my tongue out to wet my lips and his curved in satisfaction, his expression softening as he tugged on his cock quicker and quicker. Within seconds, his semen spurted and Killian threw his head back in ecstasy, his neck muscles clenching as he ejaculated, while every nerve in my body tingled with the need to taste him.

And that made me hate him even more.

Twisting my lips angrily, I attempted to tug my wrist free.

“Too bad your allergy wasn’t deadly,” I muttered.

“You wound me so.” He looked anything but. “But something tells me the look of a widow wouldn’t suit you.”

I rolled my eyes. “You’re wrong.”

I lurched back when he was in front of me in a flash, water droplets pooling around him like he was Poseidon rising from the oceans to seduce a mere mortal.

“Take my fingers in your mouth.” I blinked in confusion, my brain too fuzzy to function properly. “Lick my fingers clean, wife,” he ordered.

I shook my head but my mouth had already started to part. Beautiful and tempting as he was, I wouldn’t cave in to him.

“Emory,” he warned, his voice guttural. I pressed my thighs together, desperate to ease the ache. “Open those beautiful lips now and taste my cum like a good wife.”

My lips parted of their own will, and before I could snap them shut, his cum-stained fingers were thrust into my mouth. The musky, salty taste exploded on my tongue and I moaned, my eyelids closing with delight.

“Good girl,” he praised, and then met my mouth in a scorching kiss.

When he broke the kiss off, I blinked, disoriented. He uncuffed my wrist and carried me bridal-style into the bedroom where he threw me onto the mattress.

He stepped forward, bringing a knee to rest on the mattress. He stroked my belly, his rough palms sending shivers down my spine, and draped my leg over his shoulder. Then he buried his head between my thighs and thrust his tongue through my slit.

My hips jerked up, desperate for more. He hummed his approval, his tongue working me as his finger delved down to the tight ring of my asshole.

My hips instinctively shifted away but his free hand kept me firmly in place.

“Does your cunt deserve my cum after the stunt you pulled?” he asked, circling my ass with his finger while laving at my pussy like it was a lollipop.

I jerked at the sensation, my arms shooting out to grab at his hair, handcuffs hanging off my one wrist, but he didn’t seem to mind.

“Yes,” I breathed, grinding my hips against his mouth. “Yes, I do. Now give it to me.”

His eyes lifted, boring into mine with a predatory gaze.

“You ever light up a candle again, I’m going to fuck your ass. Hard and rough, without any lubricants. You understand me?”

Any other time, I’d tell him to fuck off. But at this moment, I was desperate for his cock inside me. I was desperate for friction between our bodies and the orgasm I knew only he could give me.

“Do. You. Understand. Me?” he repeated.

“Yes.”

“Good girl,” he growled into my wet skin. “Now you’ll get what you need.”

I gasped when he leaned back and looped an arm around my middle, guiding me onto my stomach. He pulled me up until I was on my hands and knees, my ass in his face, and before my next breath, he drove his thick, big cock into my dripping pussy in one ruthless thrust.

“Fuck!” I screamed, throwing my head back, my eyes squeezed shut as relief crashed into me.

A hand pressed down on my shoulder, easing my cheek onto the mattress. I didn’t fight against the position, instead embracing it as my body shuddered in pleasure.

“Jesus, your pussy’s strangling my cock,” he growled, his finger finding my clit. He applied pressure and my pussy tightened. “Now come, I want you to soak my balls.”

My whole body started to shake, every fiber of me contorting. Lost in my sweet release, I heard his grunts and guttural sounds of pleasure. My legs were growing too weak to keep my ass in the air and I collapsed on the sheets, but it didn’t stop him. He kept pounding in savage thrusts, rocking me forward and gliding deeper inside me.

I lost track of time, caught up in my own pleasure, until Killian came hard and warmth exploded inside me. I moaned, overwhelmed with the sensation. I was overstimulated, that jerk of his hips causing my clit to scrape along the sheets, the aftershocks leaving me boneless.

My eyelids grew heavy as my body slumped against the sheets that smelled of sex and him. Killian fell over me, his skin scorching to the touch, and I released a shuddered sigh. He combed his fingers through my hair so gently, in such contrast to the way he fucked, and my heart shuddered in my chest, threatening to destroy me from the inside.

The world started to return into focus when he froze, his mouth on the back of my neck.

“What is it?” I questioned, coldness pushing out the languid feeling.

“I didn’t use a condom,” he whispered. “Fucking again. I can’t keep my mind straight with you. Fucking ever.”

Sadness gutted me as memories invaded me, but I firmly shut them out, and forced myself to relax. “It’s okay. I’m clean, and I can’t have kids.” His silence that followed chafed against my feelings. “Regretting your choices now, hubby?”

When he didn’t comment, I scoffed, turning on my side and slapping at his chest in an effort to push him off me. But he refused to give me the space, pulling me to him with his arm wrapped around my waist.

“I’m clean too,” he rasped, his lips moving against the sensitive skin. “And about the kids… If and when you want to have one, we can look into adoption.”

“Every man in the mafia wants kids of his own. A son,” I told him rigidly, feeling exposed in nothing but the sheets pooling at my waist. “An heir.”

“I don’t give a fuck about that.”

The insecurity I hadn’t let myself feel for the past six years crept into my heart as I twisted my neck to study his expression, finding nothing but sincerity there.

“Why not?” I questioned, not daring to fully trust him.

He shrugged. “Like I said, adoption is a possibility.”

At the feel of his cum leaking from me, I straightened, but before I could even move to wipe it off, his fingers were there, pushing the liquid inside my pussy.

I shuddered at the next words he whispered in my ear: “Besides, it wouldn’t be the worst thing if I got to have you all to myself for the remainder of our days.”

I liked his honesty. Fuck, I even liked his possessive tone.

It was the perfect time to come clean.

But the young girl who was forced to grow up overnight in the most brutal way wanted to enjoy this for just a bit longer.