Ruthless King (New Orleans Malones #4)

Chapter 50

50

“ S ay it again.”

“I love you,” he told her as he carried her up the stairs.

She snuggled into him.

They’d said goodbye to his family. She hoped they didn’t think the way Regent had practically rushed them out the door was rude.

Although from the looks on the adults’ faces, they’d known what was going on.

Remember to feel embarrassed about that later.

Lottie and her men had gone as well, even though they were staying here. She guessed they would be back later.

Regent carried her into the bedroom and set her down. Then he started stripping her. “I want these clothes gone by tomorrow.”

“Yes, Sir!”

“And no sass from you.”

“No,” she said in a quieter voice.

“And you’ll be ordering all new clothes with that card I gave you. Whatever you want to wear. Understood?”

“What if I don’t know what I like?”

“We’ll figure it out. Lie back on the bed, it’s time for your punishment.”

He stripped as she lay on her back and stared up at him. When he walked over and opened that drawer, her heart skipped a beat.

He drew out the scarves, lube, and a plug.

Oh, holy heck.

This might just kill her.

“I’m going to die!” she cried. “You’re killing me.”

“I love you,” he told her. Then he returned his mouth to her pussy, playing with her clit. He’d been playing with her for nearly an hour, pushing her higher and higher before drawing back.

Edging her.

It was delicious, listening to her cries, feeling how wet she’d grown. But it was also punishment for him. He was torturing himself by touching her without taking her.

His dick was hard and aching. His balls tight.

“I need to come. Please,” she cried.

“Are you going to change who you are?”

“Nooo!”

“Do you believe you could ever disappoint me?” he asked.

“No, Sir! No. Never. You love me. Adore me. You think I’m the bee’s knees.”

“I do. You’re my fucking everything, baby.” He returned his mouth to her pussy and played with her clit as he grasped hold of the plug in her ass and slowly drew it out. This time he didn’t stop when he heard her moans get louder, feeling her shake under him.

He let her reach that peak and crash over as he threw the plug away. Then he rose, staring down at her.

“Time for me to take that ass. Are you ready, baby?”

Her eyes widened as she gaped up at him. Then she nodded slowly.

“That’s my good girl,” he told her as he grabbed the bottle of lube and squirted some onto his hand.

She watched as he coated his stiff shaft. Her tongue dipped out from between her lips to lick them.

“Like what you see, baby?”

“Oh yes,” she murmured.

“Do you want me inside you? Taking you? Stretching your ass? Owning it?”

A light blush filled her cheeks as she bit her lip.

“Tell me,” he demanded.

“Yes. I want all of that.”

“Good girl. Now, grab your legs and pull them back for me. Let me see you.”

“Dear Lord,” she whispered. But she reached down and grabbed her legs.

“Spread them wider,” he demanded as he stared down at her glistening lips.

God. Yes.

He grabbed a pillow and put it under her ass, raising her up. Then he spread her cheeks, running his finger over her asshole before grabbing his cock and pressing it to the tight bud.

A moan escaped her.

His balls were tight. Aching. And he longed to just thrust his way inside her. But he forced himself to hold back. To slide inside her carefully.

“Deep breath in. Slowly out. That’s my girl. Tell me you’re all right.”

“I’m good.”

“You feel amazing.” So tight. So hot. He moved his hands to the bed on either side of her so he could stare down at her, monitor her as he pushed deep into her.

By the time he was fully inside her ass, her warmth surrounding his dick, they were both breathing heavily.

“How do you feel? Any pain?” he asked, hoping like hell that she didn’t want him to leave her.

Because he didn’t think he could do it.

“You feel so good,” she told him. “But, please, move. Please.”

“Your wish is my command, baby.”

And then he started to fuck her. He nearly came then and there. He had to pause and take a breath to calm himself.

“Baby, hell. You don’t know how good you feel.” He ran his hand over her stomach, then squeezed her breast. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“You’ve already killed me. So I’m just gonna lie here and let you do all the work, okay?”

He had to grin.

How had he ended up so fucking lucky as to get this girl?

He knew it wasn’t because he’d done anything good in his life. He hadn’t.

Well, maybe he had when he’d killed Orlando Crane. Perhaps this was his reward.

This girl.

His girl.

He started moving again. Slowly at first. Then faster. Harder.

Moving a finger to her clit, he played with it as he fucked her.

“Please, please,” she cried. “Oh God!”

“Tell me about it,” he replied. “Come for me, baby.”

Her cries of pleasure mingled with his own as he pushed deep and came inside her. She clenched down on him and he moaned.

Lord help him. He was addicted to her. Sliding free of her, he collapsed before moving onto his back and drawing her over him.

Breathing heavily, a smile broke out on his face.

He loved her.

He’d told her.

Perhaps he wasn’t just the man his father had made him to be. Perhaps he could be someone else.

Someone worthy of this girl.

Jilly looked at herself in the mirror.

She wasn’t sure that this felt right. She was wearing skinny jeans and a black top that went off one shoulder. The outfit was lovely.

It was just not her.

Biting her lip, she turned.

The girls had chosen this outfit, though. So perhaps she should pretend to like it?

Gracen, Aston, and Thea had asked her to go shopping with them. Gracen’s friend, Samantha, had come along as well. She was guessing that Regent had arranged it. However, she wasn’t sure this was working. Perhaps she should have come on her own.

Right. Like you’d know what to buy.

Now she wished she’d invited Dan. She hadn’t seen her friends for a while and she was missing them. But she’d arranged to meet them for lunch at her house this weekend.

“Hey, you okay in there?” Samantha called out.

“Samantha!” Gracen scolded. “Have some patience.”

“But she’s been in there forever. She might have had a heart attack and died. Don’t you want to know if she’s had a heart attack and died?” Samantha asked.

“You think she’s died in there?” Aston asked, sounding worried. “Jilly? Please don’t die. Regent will kill us.”

Was that the only reason they cared?

“Not to mention we like you and would miss you,” Gracen added.

Her upset faded. Taking a deep breath, she let it out slowly. Before stepping out, she forced a smile onto her face.

There. That was better.

All of the women stared at her and she could feel herself blushing. Maybe she should have done this as Nyx.

No. Nope. You have this.

“Good! You like it!” Samantha said.

“Nope, she hates it,” Thea said.

“What? She’s smiling.”

“But she’s tense,” Gracen told her. “And that smile looks all wrong.”

“And Regent told us to be careful about this,” Aston added. Then she looked chagrined as Thea and Gracen glared at her. “Oh crap. Jilly, I’m sorry.”

Jilly widened her smile.

Don’t show that you’re hurt. Don’t show it.

“It’s all right. I guessed that he asked you to take me clothes shopping,” she reassured them, even as that knot in her stomach grew.

“But that’s not why we said yes,” Thea told her. “We said yes because we want to spend time with you.”

“We like you,” Gracen added gently.

“Who wouldn’t like you? You’re amazing. You’re funny and kind and you’re the best thing to ever happen to Regent,” Aston said.

The noise of someone blowing their nose drew all of their attention and Jilly looked over at Samantha, who appeared tearful. She waved her hand in the air. “Don’t mind me. That was just so sweet.”

Gracen shook her head and wrapped her arm around Samantha.

“Now, what would you really like to try on? Something you like and not what you think you should like to make us happy.”

“Um, well, I did see this cute black T-shirt out there with a neon pink heart on it. And it might look good with this pink skirt I also saw. It was so soft and flowy looking. There was also this flower print sweater that would look cute with some black pants.”

In the end she found herself a new wardrobe.

But she also had an amazing time with Thea, Gracen, Aston, and Samantha. They laughed and teased and had fun.

And that was far more important than the clothes she wore.