Ravenous Kingpin (Kingpins of the Syndicate #4)

31. Emory

CHAPTER 31

Emory

T he car ride back was bursting with hope and adrenaline.

Tomorrow we’d fly to Vegas, and I’d get to the bottom of everything. My first stop would be Ines’s father’s home. Maybe he’d heard or seen something. Ines was very close with him, and if she was in distress, he would know.

As Killian maneuvered the Jeep through the city, I pulled up my cousin’s number and sent him a message to try to get a location on Ines’s phone. Once that was taken care of, I put the phone away and glanced at my husband. His face was a mask of determination.

“What?” he questioned, his eyes never wavering from the road.

“Thank you.” I didn’t think he was fully on board with my plan, but I appreciated his support. I loved how he stood by me, and when Cassio tried to cut me out of information, Killian made sure he understood who led the charge here. “For what you did back there.”

He flicked me a glance before returning it to the road. “Like I said, Emory, my support and allegiance will be to you first and foremost. Always.”

I didn’t care what anyone said—there was something wildly sexy about a man ceding power and control to a woman. It didn’t take away from his own strength and worth. If anything, it made me value it even more.

Maybe—just maybe—I had found my match in this man.

And damn if it wasn’t the greatest turn-on ever.

My heart hummed with satisfaction, every inch of my skin alight, and my core throbbed. I needed him, right here and now. “Pull over, Killian.”

Without having to be told twice, he surveyed the area and spun us down a side alley.

No sooner had he put the car in park than I unbuckled my seat belt and straddled him.

Surprise flared in his blue eyes. “Whoa. What’s this for?”

I brought my face closer to his, pushed my fingers into his thick hair. “I want to show you my gratitude.”

“You don’t?—”

I didn’t let him finish, sealing my mouth to his. He pushed his seat back and placed his hands on my waist, gripping me firmly.

The heat of his body was so inviting that I started to fumble with the buttons of his dress shirt until I lost patience and tore it open.

Running my hands over his flesh, his muscles twitching under my palm. He delved his tongue into my mouth, so deep it threatened to choke me. The stubble on his jaw felt rough on my cheek, but I didn’t care. I wanted him to mark me so the world would know I was his.

He pushed his hand into my leggings and grunted in annoyance. “Who in the fuck got these leggings?”

I smiled against his lips. “As a matter of fact, it was you.”

Snarling with frustration, he reached into the glove box, his one hand firmly wrapped around my waist, and grabbed a knife. He pressed a button and the blade flipped up, swift and brutally sharp.

“Hold still,” he growled.

I did as he said, and with five quick jerks, my leggings fluttered to pieces on the floor, and my shirt soon followed. I was completely naked underneath—Killian still refused to buy me undergarments—and he took one second to devour my body with his eyes. Then he unbuttoned his trousers, letting his cock spring free.

He cupped my face and resumed kissing me. Hungrily, frantically. My body writhed against his, every fiber of me flushed and desperate for him.

His cock was hard, long, and so fucking mouthwatering. It was quite possible that I was becoming obsessed with Killian’s cock.

I wrapped my fingers around his shaft, my fingers not long enough to close around it.

“Are you wet?” he rasped against my lips, but before I could answer, his fingers were on my pussy and his appreciative growl vibrated between us. His cock stood up between us, reaching almost all the way up to my belly button. I rubbed myself along the velvety skin, my breath catching at how the ridges felt pushed against me.

His head fell back, watching it all with a heated half-lidded gaze.

“I won’t last long, wife,” he said, tightening his grip on my waist.

I lowered myself down on him, letting his thick crown slip inside of me. Killian let out a deep, guttural moan as my pussy swallowed his cock.

“Oh my fucking God… You feel so good,” I moaned.

Killian seemed even wilder and more ravenous than ever before. Maybe because I initiated sex this time, or maybe we’d grown closer.

He was taking my breasts in his mouth, sucking them like he was a man starved, his fingers twisting my nipples. So many sensations jolted through me, and it felt like he was the only thing keeping me alive.

Bouncing up and down on his lap, he started sucking my neck, so rough and so ravenous that I knew tomorrow I’d be covered in the evidence of what we’d done. The vibration of the idling engine added to the sensations. The scent of the rich leather, the musk of our sex, and the sweat on Killian’s skin intoxicated me.

He grabbed a handful of my hair, biting the side of my neck. My inner muscles squeezed around his cock, milking him for all that he had.

“Fuck, woman,” he moaned in my ear, “I love everything about you.” I froze for a second, and then he moaned in a husky and raw voice, “I need you.”

His words released something inside of me, realizing he needed this as badly as I did. I started to ride his cock in earnest, rolling my hips hard and fast. He groaned, his arms wrapping around me so tight I could hardly breathe.

And I felt my release build and build until it exploded and I was left shaking in his arms. Killian continued to thrust into me from below, our gazes locked, his clear blue skies clashing with my dark ones.

He pressed his lips against mine gently, his tongue tasting and exploring. I kissed him back, my hips still rolling, feeling him so deep inside me. It wasn’t long before I could feel another climax building.

Our bodies felt so good together, fitting together like puzzle pieces.

Holding me by a fistful of hair, he fucked me rough. Unrelenting. Skin against skin. It was so intense I forgot how to breathe.

“I’ll kill anyone who tries to hurt you,” he growled in my ear. Every thrust of his rekindled a spark inside of me that only his next thrust could sate. My nails dug into his shoulders, his every word sinking into my skin and filling spaces long frozen.

With that, he erupted inside of me. Molten heat spread from my clit outward and I moaned, coming right behind him as his thrusts turned slower. But the orgasm was so violent it sent a shudder through me that chattered my teeth.

And suddenly, I wasn’t sure that I could ever live without this, without the man who found his way through my walls and shields.