Ruthless King (New Orleans Malones #4)

Chapter 41

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R egent pressed her hands against the shower wall.

“Keep them there,” he ordered.

She sucked in a breath as he used his foot to widen her stance, then he kneeled behind her, the water pounding down as he licked her pussy from behind.

Oh God!

When he’d joined her for a shower this morning, she’d never expected this.

He pushed her higher and higher, right to the edge, then drew back.

The man was killing her.

Standing, he reached around to play with her nipples as he kissed the back of her neck.

“Such a good girl for me. Nice and wet.”

She let out a quiet sob.

“I’m going to fuck you hard, baby. So fucking hard and fast that you’re going to know exactly who you belong to.”

He rarely swore in front of her. Except, it seemed when he was fucking her or just driving her insane. Then his dirty mouth appeared.

And she loved that.

Loved him.

He moved one hand back behind her, two fingers driving deep inside her and making her cry out.

“Who do you belong to?” he asked.

“You!”

“Say my name. Who do you belong to?”

“I belong to you,” she cried. “Regent. I belong to Regent Malone.”

“That’s right,” he murmured. “You damn well belong to me. And you are going to scream my name as I take you. As I find my release inside you. Understand?”

A sob escaped her. “Yes! Yes!”

“Want you off that birth control so I can put my baby inside you.”

She shuddered. She wasn’t sure why she found that such a turn on. Jilly didn’t want a baby yet and she knew he felt the same way.

But they both seemed to like when he talked to her that way, so she was just going to go with it.

“Please, please. Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”

A slap landed on her ass then another one. “Should give you another of those spankings you’re owed instead.”

Another sob.

“We’ll take care of one right now before I take you.”

Nooo.

Why was he so mean to her?

“Push your ass out. Be a good girl for me and take your punishment. You deserve this.”

With a groan, she pushed her ass back, bending over slightly.

He smacked the base of her bottom first, making her cry out.

God. Was it sorer because her skin was wet? She’d read that could happen. It had to be true because her ass was stinging.

His hand moved up her ass, covering every inch in stinging smacks.

A sob escaped, but it wasn’t one of pain. Well, not because of the pain in the ass.

Nope, this was because she desperately needed to come.

He moved in behind her. Then he reached over and grabbed a bottle she hadn’t noticed.

Was that . . . was that an enormous bottle of lube?

He kept that in his shower?

Oh Lord. Was that the lube from Mrs. Y?

Earth, swallow me up now.

“See this, baby?” he murmured.

She nodded.

“This was the gift from your neighbor. It’s going to come in handy.” He put some lube on two of his fingers.

She didn’t understand why he needed lube. She was already wet.

But then he parted her ass cheeks with his other hand and she understood.

“Just relax and enjoy this,” he told her as he ran his fingers over her hole. Her heart raced, arousal rushing through her. “Deep breath in and let it out.”

One finger slowly entered her as she breathed out. Sure, it was weird. Maybe there was a bit of a stretch. But God, she liked it.

So damn much.

She sobbed out another breath as he settled his finger inside her while reaching around with his other hand to toy with her clit.

Her body shook with need. “Please, please.”

“What do you need, baby? You have to tell me. You have to beg.”

“I need to come. I need to come. Please let me come.”

“Hmm, I don’t think you’re there quite yet.”

“I am! I am!”

His finger was thrusting in and out of her ass, his other hand playing with her clit. She was right on that edge and she didn’t think she could hold back.

“Please, please, please. I need it so bad, it hurts.”

Instead of giving her permission to come, he removed his finger from her ass and then his hand from her pussy.

Nooo.

Turning, she watched as he washed his hands. Then he moved back to her.

“Did I tell you to move, baby?”

Oh heck.

“No!” she squealed, moving back into position.

“So naughty,” he murmured. Reaching around, he slapped her pussy.

She let out a surprised cry of pleasure.

Holy. Heck.

Not something she ever thought she’d like. But it sent her arousal higher, her clit throbbing.

“You don’t move without permission. The next time that happens, I’m going to stop and put you on your knees so I can fuck that pretty little mouth. But guess what you won’t get?”

“To come?”

“She’s learning.”

Oh, heck. She wasn’t going to move again.

Nope. Not her. Even though it was taking all her concentration not to shift her hands. To keep still as he slowly entered her pussy.

It was too much. He felt so huge in this position. She needed to come so badly yet she didn’t think that would happen. There was too much pressure, she was too overstimulated.

His hand moved around to her pussy again, touching her clit. His touch was so light, though. She sobbed as he fucked her with slow, shallow thrusts.

“Please, please, please.” Her head dropped forward.

He started drawing his hand away from her pussy and her control snapped. She couldn’t take it anymore.

Jilly dropped her hand over his, pushing it against her pussy.

Regent tensed.

“Uh-oh,” she said as she realized what she’d done.

But she swore that he’d pushed her to it!

“Looks like someone doesn’t get to come,” he told her.

“No, no, no, please! Please let me come, I won’t move again.”

“Aww, I’m sorry, baby. Rules are rules.”

Yeah, he didn’t sound too unhappy about the fact that she’d broken the rules.

“But you make the rules,” she cried as he slid free of her pussy.

“So I do,” he said. “Which means I could let you come. But I don’t think it’s a good idea to change the rules once they’re made. Creates anarchy.”

He was killing her.

So mean.

“Turn around and get on your knees. Are you warm enough?”

She turned, slipping onto her knees.

“Jilly? I asked you a question. Are you warm?”

“Yes,” she answered.

“Wait there.”

He stepped out of the shower and came back with a folded towel, placing it on the tiled shower floor in front of her. “Kneel on that.”

“It will get all wet!”

He just raised an eyebrow as he stared down at her. The king waiting for her obedience.

Well, she hadn’t been all that obedient, had she? And look where that had gotten her.

Shoot. She couldn’t even follow simple instructions. She was a mess.

“Hey, look at me.” He reached down and cupped her chin, tilting her head back. “I am not upset with you.”

He wasn’t?

There was an unexpected softness in his face as he stared down at her.

“My beautiful, gorgeous girl. Do you know how amazing you look on your knees in front of me?”

That tight knot in her stomach eased.

“I don’t expect perfection, baby. All I expect is for you to try.”

Breaking her father’s rules resulted in harsh punishment.

Ever since she’d moved in with Regent, she felt like she was on tenterhooks. Trying to learn the rules of the household, to please him.

Maybe she needed to relax a bit.

Well, she could try, but she wasn’t entirely sure it would work.

It was just going to take time.

It didn’t help that he seemed different here at the house. At least in front of other people. When it was just the two of them, he touched her, showed how much he wanted her.

But perhaps he was just getting used to her being here.

“Now, open up so I can fuck that pretty mouth.”

She parted her lips and he fed her his cock. He moved slower than she’d thought he would. Starting off easy.

Giving her time to get used to his girth and length.

Would he come in her mouth this time? She hummed and reached up to wrap her hand around the base of him. But he stilled, staring down at her sternly.

“No.”

No?

“You are not in charge right now, baby. I am. Now, put your hands behind your back. If you have trouble balancing you can put them on my thighs. If you need to stop, hold your hand up in a fist. Do you understand? But otherwise, no touching me without permission. Tell me you understand?”

“I understand.” Her mind was quieting with each command.

She wasn’t in charge.

He was.

Putting her hands behind her back, she opened her mouth again.

“That’s my good girl.”

His dick slid into her mouth. This time, he moved faster, driving deeper. She concentrated on breathing, on keeping her balance, on pleasuring him.

“Sweet girl, you have no idea how good your mouth feels around my dick. You’re being such a good girl letting me fuck your mouth. You know who owns you, don’t you? I do. I own you and I’m going to take such good care of my girl.”

Dear Lord.

It was killing her that she didn’t get to come.

He drove himself into her deeper. Faster. But just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, he seemed to realize and drew back.

When he finally came, she swallowed him down eagerly, sucking on him in the hope he’d take some pity on her and relent.

But he simply slid himself free and she rested her face on his thigh. Regent brushed his fingers through her hair.

“Good baby,” he murmured. “You did so well. I’m so proud of you.”

Jilly wasn’t sure she’d ever tire of hearing that.

“Come here.” Reaching down, he lifted her up and finished washing her off.

Her entire body was overly sensitized, and she moaned quietly as he touched her nipples and washed her pussy.

“It’s all right. Shh, I have you.”

Grabbing the shampoo, he washed her hair. After cleaning himself, he led her out of the shower and dried them both off.

Wrapping a dry towel around her, he led her over to the bathroom counter and picked up her hair dryer.

To her shock, he dried her hair and brushed it.

Taking care of her. Looking after her.

Once her hair was dried, he lifted her into his arms and carried her into the bedroom. He sat her on the bed before crouching in front of her.

“What do you want to wear?”

Jilly stared at him. Why was he making her think?

“Last night you told me you didn’t want me to tell you what to wear, remember?”

Right. Why had she said that again?

“Can you? Just for right now?”

“Of course, baby. Anything you need, I’m here to give you. Always.”

He returned with a long black skirt and a white shirt. Plain and boring.

“I don’t like these clothes anymore,” she whispered.

“Do you want me to get something else for you to wear?”

“No. I just mean that my clothes no longer feel like me.”

“Then we’ll get you new ones. And before you say that you can’t pay for them, you won’t be. And you will not argue with me over that.”

The boss had spoken.

He crouched at her feet and held out her panties for her.

There was something surreal about the big, bad criminal kingpin putting on her panties for her.

Ripping them off . . . that was normal. Putting them on? Not so much.

He tugged them up her legs, directing her to stand and hold on to his shoulder as he settled them on her.

Yeah, it was definitely surreal.

Even stranger was when he grabbed her bra and placed it over her breasts before having her turn so he could do it up.

Then he spun her back around and reached into one cup to carefully grasp hold of her breast, situating it into the bra.

There was nothing sexual in the touch as he moved from one breast to the other. He was just simply taking care of her.

“Comfortable?” he asked.

“Yes,” she whispered.

When he had finished dressing her, he cupped her chin, tilting her head back. “Beautiful girl. So precious. So mine.”

Yeah. She was definitely his.