Raw Bloody Power

Chapter 21

21

KING TAKES QUEEN

Rio

“He’s green. Very green,” my dad states, closing the folder and setting it on the coffee table. “His father died not a year ago. Unexpectedly as well, from what I’ve heard. He wasn’t prepared to take over. Most, if not all of his moves, have been made purely on impulse with not much thought behind them.”

I take his words into consideration, nodding as my fingers graze the stubble dusting my jaw. “So you think he went after Dino without factoring in the consequences?”

He nods slowly. “It’s possible…”

“But?” There’s always a but when he nods like that.

“But in this instance, I think he knew exactly what he was doing and didn’t give a flying fuck. Personally, I think he wanted us to put two and two together. Benedikt Koshka isn’t afraid of waging a war, son. His father wasn’t, either.”

The door to my office blasts open then, nearly knocking into the wall. Zeb flies through it and takes one look at my emptied desk before twisting his dark head toward my father and I, green eyes on high-alert. He’s at my side in seconds and leans in closely. “She’s here…with him.”

There’s no need for clarification on who he’s referring to. I know exactly the she and him in this equation.

What. The. Fuck.

Like a match set to gasoline, fire ignites in my veins, scorching everything in its wake. I take one last look at my father and push onto my feet, pointing at him as I move to the open door. My gaze flicks to Zeb. “Get him out of here, now.”

God forbid something goes awry, I don’t need my dad caught in the crosshairs.

Clarence is already waiting when I step into the hallway, falling into stride beside me without missing a beat. “Are they alone?” I ask him.

“Yes, sir.”

Fucking imbecile.

Reaching through my suit jacket, I unholster one of the steel pieces at my back and hand it to him, the muffled sounds of the club growing louder with each step. “Grab him and take him to the pit. I’ll deal with her.”

He nods as we push into the hotspot. Sweat, cigarette smoke, the pungent scent of weed, and sex hang heavy in the air, a sea of bodies littered throughout, highlighted by the fiendish red glow of the lighting. Some at tables, others dancing. There are plenty indulging their baser needs for all the world to see, too. Dancers of all shapes and sizes writhe on suspended platforms, some partaking in more obscene activities for the right price. They’re not required to do shit other than shake their ass. If they wanna make an extra buck and sell their pussy to the highest bidder, that’s up to them.

Who am I to stop them?

“Where are they?” I bark above Sam Smith’s voice, adrenaline pumping through me like I just snorted two lines off some girl’s ass.

“Up ahead on the left,” he informs.

Weaving through the chaos, we make it about twenty more feet before they come into view. My heart hammers against my chest cavity, the sound roaring in my ears. More still when I realize what I’m looking at. Despite the dark atmosphere, I’m not Stevie-fucking-Wonder. This Russian son of a bitch has her pinned face front to the wall, his hand between her legs, finger fucking her in the middle of my club.

Red.

I see red. And it’s not from the lighting.

He’s got some balls, I’ll give him that, wandering in here after taking a hit at my little brother.

With her, no less.

“Now can we leave?” I hear Ivory ask above the music.

Abso-fucking-lutely not.

I give Clarence the signal, a tip of my head, and he moves without hesitation. I’m right behind him, ready to strike as he fists the back of Benedikt’s shirt and pulls him off Ivory. She actually whines from the loss, spiking my blood pressure to a dangerous degree. I don’t think, I just do , pressing myself up behind her, a hand falling on either side of her head.

She sags in relief…for five seconds before she undoubtedly senses I’m not who she thought I was. The sheer alarm in her eyes as she spins around to meet me head on, tips of our noses a mere brush away, relays as much.

“You’re not going anywhere,” I grit, grabbing her arm in an expeditious move she never saw coming.

Then we’re off; me dragging her through the club to the VIP rooms, her trying and miserably failing to break free. If anyone notices her unwillingness to be my presence, they don’t let on to it. The first knob I jiggle gives way, a tell of its lack of occupancy. I bust inside and fling her in behind me, slamming and locking the door.

“Where’s. Benedikt?” she sneers, enunciating both words. Golden gaze narrowing, her hands ball into fists at her sides.

Mine do the same at the mere mention of him and the fact she even gives a single fuck. That it’s the first godforsaken question she thinks to ask. “Around here somewhere. So much for you staying on your side of line, huh?” I seethe, stalking toward her as I peel off my jacket and let it fall to the floor.

Each step I take forces her back further, everything bathed in a deep, moody purple rather than the striking red from the main room. The music isn’t as loud in here, either, thanks to the soundproof walls, allowing our words to carry at a normal register.

“You said watch your back. This is me watching it,” she carps, eyeing me as I undo the cufflinks at my wrists and roll up my sleeves.

“By coming here? With him ? Did you really think that was a smart idea?”

“Smart? No. But it was definitely fun.” It’s the blatant smirk that gets me. That defiant, fuck you smirk curling her plump lips in satisfaction.

I wanna throttle her, then maybe shove my cock down her throat and watch her gag on it.

Taking another step forward effectively corners her into the filigree wallpapered surface. I embed myself in her personal space and cage her into the wall, ducking my head to her level. “I bet. Working that fuck toy role real good. If you ever need of another job, hit me up. You can make some serious cash on that stage. Shake a little ass, spread your?—”

She makes way to slap me, but I catch her wrist before the strike makes contact and pin it above her head. Same with the other one, successfully immobilizing her. I learned my lesson the last time.

This, however, leaves us in another compromising position.

I swear on my life I try my damnedest not to drink her in, but we’re pressed together, and the sparkles of that tiny thing she calls a dress draws my attention south. The lush swells of her breasts jut out at me, rising and falling as her breaths pick up speed. I’m not normally a tits guy—not saying I don’t enjoy a nice pair—and still my mouth waters.

There’s no denying how good she looks tonight; I won’t even try. Knowing it was all for him, though… Again, I wanna throttle her.

Choke her out.

Watch tears spring from her eyes as I curl my fingers against that spot deep inside her and make her come over and over again.

Jesus Christ, what is wrong with you?

I don’t know. I don’t fucking know! It’s like seeing her coming undone for another man has triggered some ridiculous, misplaced sense of propriety, and I can’t turn it off.

I can’t. Turn. It off.

Dragging my nose up the column of her neck, I inhale a deep breath of her scent en route to her ear. Coffee beans and vanilla with hints of citrus and a dash of sweat… “Don’t get mad, Petal. You wanna act like a little slut? You’re gonna get treated like one. Need me to finish what he started?”

“Hell no,” she leers, yanking herself free from my grasp.

“Sure about that?”

“Positive.”

I heard her, I did, but my hand’s already on the move, gliding over her thigh. Her exquisitely thick thigh. A hushed groan bubbles in my throat at the feel of all that soft skin beneath my palm, forging visions of my face buried between her legs, my cock sliding through her ass cheeks before driving home into that? —

Fuck, stop.

I don’t know if she could sense how lost I am in my own head, but that’s when she blindsides me.

Before I can so much as graze the apex of her thighs, she shifts herself free in a flurry of movement, followed by a click, and then something shiny glints beside us. I don’t get the opportunity to steal a peak, something shiny becoming something sharp in seconds flat as she presses it to my neck.

This girl.

“A knife?” I chuckle darkly. “Are you flirting with me or making good on your promise?” At her lack of reply, I continue. “Not gonna lie, I’m impressed…weapon at the ready, new stealthy moves. Is your boyfriend training you to be a bratva wife?”

Ivory’s chuckle rivals my own. “Better watch yourself, Guerra.” The very tip of the blade nicks my skin, whirring a soft hiss between my teeth. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were jealous.”

Now it’s me who doesn’t respond, angling my head away as a small, thin stream of crimson trickles down my neck. My jaw grinds as her words knock around in my mind, at the fact that she didn’t deny being his.

“You know what?” she scoffs incredulously, her gaze shifting back and forth between my own. “It makes so much sense now. So much sense.” A laugh bursts free and then… “You are jealous. You have been this entire time. It’s why you flipped your shit when you heard I was leaving with him. ‘He’s dangerous,’ you said, remember that? ”

The blade presses a smidge deeper, bouncing against my pulse.

“But if that was the case, why wouldn’t you let me go with him? If he hurt me, that would’ve been one less problem for you, right? Would’ve made your life so much easier without me running around, putting a dent in your plans to own New York.”

She allows the revelation to hang in the air between us, connecting the dots I’ve refused to admit more times than I care to.

“You heard the entire conversation through that mic, though, could feel the chemistry blooming between him and I, and you didn’t like it. That’s why you emailed me after I blocked your number, why you went out of your way to ambush me and demand I cut it off with him. It was never about fear. No, you welcome the incitement. You’re jealous , period . Funny part is, you were right. I do have you to thank for that. You ran me right into his arms. Here I was, doing you a favor, feeding into your little plan, and in the end, I got to?—”

“Oh my God, just shut up, Ivory. Shut the fuck up!” I roar, slapping the knife out of her hold. It clatters to the floor somewhere nearby as my hands make friends with her throat, my grip tight and unrelenting.

“Or what?” she chokes around a smile, the sass laced in those two little words spurring me onward.

“Or I’m gonna shove my cock so deep inside you, you won’t remember your goddamn name when you walk out of here. And that’s if you can walk…”

Time stands still as she regards me, absorbing the extent of my threat. There’s no telling what she’s thinking aside from the fact that if looks could kill— I’d be dead. As crazy as it sounds, the concept pleases me.

“You wouldn’t dare ,” she grinds out between her teeth.

Wrenching her thighs apart with a kick of my leg, I snake a hand between us, my hold on her neck tireless. “Try again. You know I’m not one to back down from a challenge.” The pad of my middle finger skims over the lace of her panties, going straight for her clit.

She wanted to poke the beast. Here’s the fucking beast.

Ivory tips her head back and clamps her eyes shut as I give her one deft circle.

Then another.

And another.

Her mouth pops open, likely to utter a ‘stop’ or maybe even a ‘fuck you’, but the result is nothing more than a hushed, “I…” She pants it. “Y-you…”

I can’t help the grin slowly spreading my lips. “What’s wrong, Petal? Devil got your tongue?”

She doesn’t respond, not with words anyway. A strangled moan breaks free, the sound going straight to my dick.

Adding fuel to the fire.

Unraveling every carnal instinct within me faster than I can process.

Fisting the lace keeping her sheathed, I give one brutal tug, the material biting into her flesh, until it disintegrates with an earsplitting rip. Ivory quivers with another moan as I shove the damn thing into my back pocket and hastily bring my hand back to her heat .

Not a single protest follows, no move to stop me. In fact, she rolls into my touch, easily allowing me to glide the length of my finger between her lips. “Goddamn, you’re soaked,” I growl, plunging the digit in as far as my knuckles will allow.

She’s so warm, so tight, so familiar ; it’s heaven, to the point that I have to release my hold on her throat and set my arm onto the wall beside her for support.

The words that follow, however, are pure, infuriating hell.

“It was for him,” she grates, ripping a vicious sound from deep in my chest. “I was wet for him,”

“Yeah? Well, now it’s for me.” And with that I crash my lips against hers, withdrawing from her body long enough to undo my belt.

The button.

Then fucking zipper.

My cock’s free, rock hard and angry as hell—ready to take, to claim, to remind her of who the fuck I am. Grabbing two handfuls of her ass, I scoop her off her feet and impale her in one fluid thrust, digging her into the wall.

No barrier, no protection.

Just me.

Raw.

She either doesn’t notice or simply doesn’t care, her arms wrapping around my neck, a hand sneaking beneath the collar. I hiss when her nails scrape up my back with purpose, deepening both my strokes and the feverish tempo of our mouths. Teeth clashing, tongues dueling, moan after guttural moan blasting down my throat, I fuck her without reserve .

Like an animal.

A man starved.

Eleven years. It’s been eleven years since the last time I touched her, since the last time I tasted her, since the last time I watched her fall apart for me. Feels like sliding home, yet so different at the same time. We had our crazy moments, screwing like rabbits in the back seat of my car after lying to our parents, but it was never like this.

Never this rough, this aggressive, this fucking brutal.

It’s a reminder we aren’t kids anymo?—

“You fucking asshole,” she groans. “I hate you. I hate you for making me?— ”

“Hate me all you want,” I laugh, “I can assure you the feeling is mutual, but you still love this dick. Taking it like such a good girl. Such a good”— thrust— “fucking” —thrust— “girl.”

Her head slams back against the wall, eyes rolling to the heavens. “Oh, God, Rio…”

Hearing my name fall of her lips like that ups the ante. No, it sends me into a complete frenzy, a full-on sense of hysteria that claims every molecule within me and hyper-focuses on making her scream.

I power into her, forcibly yanking the neckline of her dress to expose her tits. Even pressed up against my chest, they bounce for me, taunting me, the rigid peaks of her nipples inviting me to put them in my mouth. I do, a zealous hand sealing around one and lifting it to my lips.

I flick it with my tongue .

Suck on it.

Bite it.

Knowing I’m one moan away— There it is . Ivory moans again, louder and unabashed this time, a strangled cry as her pussy clamps down around my cock like a vise.

I hum appreciatively and lick my way up her neck. “You always did like titty play. Looks like that hasn’t changed.”

“Rio…” she breathes.

“Hmm?”

“More. Give me more. Faster. Fuck me harder.”

A feral roar rents the air above the slapping of our skin and the jingle of my belt. I’m pounding into her with every ounce of strength and force I possess, sweat rolling down my temples like white-hot bullets. “You’re a greedy little slut these days, aren’t you? You want it all. Every inch rutting against you until you can’t breathe…”

“God, yes. Give me everything!” She’s holding on for dear life, her legs locked around my waist. “Rail me, make me come, please!”

Another growl and I’m moving, walking us to the nearby couch. I need more leverage, a better angle. Draping Ivory over the arm, I wet my thumb and bring it to her clit, expertly rubbing the sensitive bud as my cock continues its onslaught.

“Oh, fuck. Fuckkk. Right there! That’s it right there!” she screams, rolling her head back against the cushions as she tweaks her nipples.

Yes.

Hell yes.

“That’s it. Give it to me. Fucking come for me.” I’m rapt on the scene between us, entranced by the way my cock looks sliding in and out of her. Ivory always had a gorgeous cunt, but it’s a fucking sight to behold now. She’s creaming, the evidence smeared on my shaft every time I pull out and push back in.

I’ll bust if I’m not careful.

“A little more, just a little more. I’m right there.” Her encouragement fuels me, giving me the extra boost to get us across the finish line despite the fact my legs tremble in warning.

“C’mon, Petal.” I slap her clit. “Give me what I want. Scream for me.” Another slap. “Let me hear you.”

The third one does it.

Her cunt suffocates my cock, body seizing in an arch as a litany of expletives tumble off her lips. I don’t stop, don’t let up the pace, pushing her deeper and deeper into the trenches of ecstasy, my lip curled, teeth gritted with each labored breath.

It’s not until she falls lax, shaking beneath me, that I withdraw and pull her up, forcing her onto her knees. Throbbing cock in hand, I lock my fist in the dark, disheveled tresses of her hair and bring the tip to her lips. “My turn. Open your fucking mouth.”

Ivory obliges my command, that luminous, golden stare gazing up at me beneath her lashes. The way she looks right now…fuck me, I wish I could capture it for all time.

No holds barred, I fuck her mouth with the same gusto I ravaged her cunt, my head tipping back as it rams against the back of her throat. And the sounds? Goddamn, the sound of her gagging is like music to my depraved ears. I moan shamelessly with each bob, louder and louder until her fingers clench the back of my pants, tipping me over the edge.

My orgasm slams into me, like a goddamn freight train. I come violently, white specks prickling my vision around a throaty ‘fuck’ as each spurt of hot cum decorates the warm column of her throat. Before the last one leaks free, though, I pull out… and shoot it at her lips.

Marking my fucking territory.

A wicked grin splits my face in half as it dribbles onto her tits. “You look so pretty with my DNA dripping down your chin.” I rub it in with a rough thumb, smearing my cum like lipgloss. “My pretty little slut.”

She doesn’t protest. In fact, she doesn’t say a word, chest heaving, gaze fixated on me beneath her long, dark lashes.

Reaching for her throat, I pull her onto her feet and reel her in close. “Now clean yourself up and go home . I have a little meeting with your boyfriend, and I’m already well past late.”

Checkmate.