Ruthless King (New Orleans Malones #4)

Chapter 45

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R egent couldn’t stand how sad she was.

Last night, he’d held her as she’d cried in his arms, wishing he’d killed that bitch.

He could still do it, he assured himself. He hadn’t quite figured out what to do with the bitch.

But his main priority was Jilly and the sadness she wore around her like a dark cloud.

She walked out of their bathroom, dressed in his shirt.

He found that sexy as hell.

But he had a feeling that she wasn’t trying to be sexy. She appeared startled to see him.

“Regent, I thought you’d be working.”

“No. I’m spending some time with you.” He was sitting on the bed, resting back against the headboard in just a pair of boxers.

He finally saw some life on her face as she took him in.

He crooked a finger at her. “Come here.”

“Actually, I thought I might just go watch a movie . . .” She stepped toward the door.

“You will come here,” he commanded. “Because if I have to come over and get you, you won’t be sitting comfortably tomorrow.”

She turned and glared. Relief filled him. He was willing to be the bad guy if it meant she’d show some emotion.

“Come here, Jilly. Right now.”

“What is it?” she asked as she approached him. Leaning forward, he grabbed her by the waist, lifting her onto his lap so she straddled him. Then he clasped her face between his hands and kissed her. He used his tongue to push his way between her lips, taking control.

When he drew back, her eyes were glazed and there was a flush of heat on her cheeks.

He slowly started undoing the buttons of his shirt that she wore.

“I don’t think I’m in the mood,” she said as he pulled the sides of the shirt, revealing her breasts. Her nipples were tight and beautiful

“Aren’t you? So if I check your pussy, I won’t find you wet and ready for me?”

She closed her eyes. “I can’t believe you just said that.”

“Open your eyes, baby. If you’re not in the mood, that’s fine. But don’t lie to me.”

She shuddered and stared at him. “My body might be in the mood, but my mind . . .” she trailed off as a look of sadness filled her face again. He ran his finger over her quivering lips.

“I fucking hate seeing you like this. I hate that she caused this. That for even a moment you might be upset because of what that bitch did. You have to stop giving her space in your head. You’re letting her win.”

Tears filled her eyes. “I know. I know I shouldn’t feel like this. But I do. I feel betrayed and I feel stupid that I never knew what she was truly like. I thought she was my friend! I thought she cared about me. What kind of judgment do I have if I can’t even see what is right in front of my face?”

“You’re not stupid and I won’t stand for you calling yourself that. Everyone was fooled by her. She used you. Pretending to be your friend and then betraying you. She’s a terrible person. You are not at fault.”

“I bet you’ve never been fooled by someone like that,” she said.

“Then you’d be wrong. There was a woman that worked for me. Alice. I never would’ve thought she would betray me. Until the day she tried to kill me.”

Jilly gasped in shock. “She tried to kill you?”

“Yes. She’s part of the reason I find it so hard to trust. Mostly because of my father, but I will never be betrayed like that again. So I know what it feels like to be played. To think that you were an idiot because you couldn’t see that someone was working against you. But that’s on them. Not you.”

Jilly threw herself into his arms and held on tight. “I’m so glad that she didn’t kill you. The thought of never having you in my life terrifies me.”

“I feel the same way. About you.”

He held her as she cried, running his hand up and down her back until, finally, she pulled away. He grabbed some tissues to help clean her up.

“Sorry,” she muttered. “I ruined the moment didn’t I?”

“You could never ruin anything,” he told her. “And if you just want to lie here and watch a movie, we can.”

She shook her head. And he saw the need in her eyes. The desire. “No. That’s not what I want at all. I want you to take me. To remind me that I’m alive. Please? I want to feel something other than pain and sadness. Can you take me out of my head? So I don’t have to think at all?”

“I can do that, baby.” He rubbed his thumb against the apple of her cheek. “But you’re going to obey me.”

He saw the shudder run through her.

“I will.”

“Good girl. Now, get off the bed and strip.”

This is what she needed. To get out of her head for a while. To stop thinking and just feel.

She climbed off the bed and took off his shirt and her panties. It was still hard to be naked in front of him. Unless she was so aroused that she forgot to think.

He stared at her hungrily and she felt her confidence in herself grow.

“Such a beautiful girl.” He moved to the side of the bed and parted his legs. “Stand here.” Regent pointed at the spot on the floor between his feet.

She stood between his legs. They were roughly the same height now.

“Lift your breast. Offer it to me.”

Cupping her right breast, she held it up. Leaning down, he suckled on it until she was pressing her thighs together as pleasure filled her, making her clit throb.

He played with her nipple, toying with it. Using his teeth and tongue to torture her.

Suddenly, he drew back and she swayed. Quickly, he grabbed her and, turning her, set her on his thighs. Her legs were now on either side of his as she faced away from him. He still had his legs open which meant she was spread wide.

Reaching down, he cupped her mound. “Put your hands behind my head and keep them there. You know what happens if you disobey.”

Her heart racing, she did what he said. As soon as she was in place, he speared her with two fingers.

She cried out. Not in pain, in pleasure.

God, she was so ready for him. She needed him so badly.

“Shh,” he told her as he drew his fingers out. “I want you to be quiet. I want you to hear how much you need me. How wet you are.”

He quickly impaled her with his fingers.

In and out.

And she could hear how wet she was. It was both embarrassing and, surprisingly, a turn-on.

“I love how much I turn you on. You were made for me, sweet girl.”

He drew his fingers free and she heard him suck on them.

Holy heck.

Then he stood with her in his arms, and laid her on the bed. “Keep those legs open. I want to see my pussy.”

Lord save her.

A she spread her legs, he gave her a look filled with satisfaction.

Then he moved to a drawer and she saw him pull out a number of toys. From the collection that Mrs. Y had given her.

She felt a pang, realizing she hadn’t heard from the older woman recently. She needed to go see her friends.

Regent walked back over with some silk scarves, the lube, the anal beads, and a vibrator with an attached clit tickler.

Jilly wanted to feel mortified. But all she felt was turned on.

“What . . . what are you planning on using?”

“All of them.”

Her eyes widened. Holy heck. She swallowed heavily.

“Put your hands above your head.”

He tied her wrists to the headboard using the silk scarves, then he settled on his knees between her spread legs. “You are so damn beautiful, baby. I can hardly believe that you’re all mine.”

She knew how he felt. Since that was how she’d felt every day since moving in here with him.

He placed everything on the bed before leaning over her to kiss her. Moving down her body, he played with her nipples until she moaned with need. Then he slid farther down to her pussy. Spreading her pussy lips wide, he leaned in and feasted on her.

A scream escaped her as he played with her, sucking on her clit, fucking her with his fingers, teasing her until she was a mess.

Just as she was close to coming, he drew back.

“Noo, please,” she begged.

“Soon, baby. Just a few things to do first.” He picked up the anal beads. Holy heck. Would he really?

She knew that was a yes when he started to coat them with lube.

A whimper escaped her.

“Shh. You have a safeword. If it hurts and you need to stop, use it.” Then he turned her over. The scarves had plenty of slack, so they twisted easily. “Get on your knees and arch your ass up into the air. That’s it. Good girl.”

His finger touched her asshole and she startled.

“Shh. You’re all right.” He slowly pushed his slicked-up finger inside her. “Good girl. That’s it. Just relax. You like me playing with your ass, don’t you, baby?”

Lord help her, she did.

When the first bead slid past her asshole, she moaned. Then, the second and third. The fourth was a stretch, and by then, she was panting heavily. But when the beads were inside her . . . it felt so damn good.

He carefully rolled her over onto her back. Then he disappeared into the bathroom and she heard the water running as he washed his hands.

When he returned, he was completely naked and her mouth practically watered.

“I’m going to fuck you until you don’t know your own name, baby. Until you know exactly who you belong to.”

She already knew that.

There was no doubt in her mind of who she belonged to.

Still, she had no objections to him doing any of that. Sliding between her thighs again, he grabbed her legs and pushed them back against her chest.

And then he feasted once again.

Holy. Heck.

It was amazing. He sent her higher and higher with each flick of his tongue against her clit. Her head thrashed back and forth as she tugged at the scarves around her wrists.

More. She wanted more.

“Please! Please!”

“Who owns you?” he murmured.

“You do. Please! You do!”

“That’s right. Me. You’re mine.” Picking up the vibrator, he slid it into her pussy. She groaned. She didn’t want the toy. She wanted him. Now.

And she wanted to come. So damn much that it was an ache inside her.

But then he switched it on, and she cried out in pleasure as the clit tickler teased her swollen nub.

It was too much.

How could he do this?

Pleasure rolled through her. He grabbed the base of the beads, turning them slowly inside her.

Oh God.

Jilly didn’t think that she’d ever felt pleasure like this. It was intense. Insane.

And then he drew the clit tickler away.

“Nooo!” she screamed. “I was so close.”

“Poor baby. We just have to clean you up a bit, though.” His mouth dropped to her pussy as he licked her lower lips.

Clean her up?

She wasn’t so sure about that. Jilly tried to take a deep breath to slow her heartbeat. But it was racing so hard, it was impossible.

A whimper escaped as he swirled his tongue around her clit. “There, that’s better.”

Drawing back, he placed the clit tickler back on her clit, teasing her. Tormenting her.

He was so mean.

This time, he tugged at the beads, pulling them out slightly, then pushing them back in.

The sensation was too much.

“I need to come!”

“Then come, my baby.”

Seriously? Shit. She thought he was going to keep teasing her, keeping her on the edge.

Jilly couldn’t hold back. She flew. The pleasure came in a rush that made her head spin, her whole world centered on her release. A scream was trapped in her throat as she came.

She’d never come so hard in her life.

And then she felt it. The clit tickler moved back to her pussy.

No, no, no.

What was he doing?

The sensation of it against her hard nub was almost too much. She couldn’t take anymore.

“Please, no!” she cried.

“Shh,” he told her. “I want you to come again. You can do it.”

“I can’t. I can’t.” Her head thrashed back and forth. He was asking too much of her.

There was no way she could do it again.

It wasn’t happening.

Regent shifted the beads around in her ass. Pleasure swamped her. Her breathing grew erratic as the world spun around her.

“I can’t!”

“Of course you can,” he soothed. “You can do anything. Anything that you want. Anything that I want. And what I want is for you to come again. Come, baby!”

More sobs.

More desire.

More need.

It all rushed through her and she arched back as she came again.

Holy heck.

He was trying to kill her. She was convinced of it. Death by pleasure. So this was what it felt like.