The Rise (The Kings and Gods #3)

Chapter 25

Hunter

I wanted to surprise her. I wanted to give her something she could hold onto and be proud of. I’d pretty much give Lana whatever the hell she wanted if she would just ask for it. So I flew her to New York.

“It’s beautiful here,” she says as we walk down the street.

“You like it?”

“It’s different than California.” We walk up the steps of a house, and I knock as Lana looks at me as if I’m crazy. When the door opens, she drops to her knees.

“Oh my God,” she cries into her hands as she covers her face with her hands.

“Hi,” the little girl says as I shake hands with her dad.

“It’s you,” Lana whispers. Celia moves in quickly, hugging Lana. I watch as Lana wraps her arms around her and holds her tightly.

Her dad and I talk while Lana cries. I keep my eyes on her, though, to make sure she’s okay.

They pull apart after what seems like forever and just sit on the steps and talk.

“She talked about her,” her dad, Henry, informs me.

“She did?”

“Yeah. Said that there was a lady who was really nice to her and took care of her. We didn’t get all the details when you guys returned her, but whatever the hell you do, thank you.” I nod my head as I smile at Lana.

“She was one of them. I won’t tell you her story, but she understands,” I tell him, nodding toward Lana.

“Well, I hope you take care of her the way she did Celia.”

“You have my word on that.”

We continue talking while Lana and Celia talk. I learn that Celia’s mom passed not long after she came home. She’d been sick for a while, and everyone thought she was holding on just to see Celia again. His words pierce my fucking black heart.

When it’s finally getting late, we say our goodbyes and promise to keep in touch. I wrap my hand around Lana’s and lead her back down the sidewalk to our car. When she climbs it, she lets it all out. She sobs, covering her face with her hands once more. I start the car and take off, letting her have her moment as we head back to the hotel.

When we arrive, I help her out and lead her to our room, unlocking the door and stepping inside. When she looks down, her eyes widen.

“What is this?”

“It’s for you.”

“Black rose petals?” she asks, looking up at me.

“Blood is red, little rebel. We’ve seen enough of that lately,” I tell her. Her eyes light up as she spins and crushes herself against me.

“You didn’t have to do this,” she tells me.

“I’m not the hearts and flowers guy, Lana, and I think you know that, so I’m trying here. I’m learning,” I admit to her.

“I don’t want you to change, Hunter. I just want you to know that.”

“I’m not changing, little rebel. I’m evolving.” Now she laughs as I spin her away from me and force her to follow the petals. When we step into the bedroom, she looks at the bed and gasps.

“What is all that?” she asks, pointing to the bed.

“That’s the fun we’re going to have tonight,” I tell her. “Now strip, little rebel.” She turns to face me, sliding her shirt over her head and tossing it to the side along with her bra. Then she moves to her jeans and panties, kicking her shoes to the side. When she’s completely naked, I step back and take her in.

“Are you going to eye fuck me all night?”

“That fucking tattoo, Lana. That tattoo just makes my fucking cock hard.” I strip out of my clothes and nod toward the bed. She climbs on, and I reach for the rope. “Hands above your head.” I don’t need to tell her twice. She lifts her arms above her head, and I tie her wrists together and then secure them to the headboard. I stop to kiss her lips before moving down her body, kissing her stomach and then her pussy. Lana arches her back, but I’m not done with her yet.

I move down and tie her legs so they’re spread open for me. I reach for the vibrator and turn it on, slipping it between her legs. Lana gasps when it touches her pussy before I slide it inside her.

“You’re going to come all over that vibrator, Lana. You’re going to keep coming until your pussy is dripping cum all over that bed,” I tell her as I climb off. I walk over and stand on the other side of the bed, stroking my cock as she watches me. It doesn’t take long before her first orgasm washes over her while her eyes are on me. She watches me stroke my cock while the vibrator keeps buzzing between her legs. Lana is panting already, and I can barely stand still and watch her without blowing my fucking load.

“You want my cock in your mouth, Lana?” I ask her. She nods her head, and I smirk at her. I walk over, climb on the edge of the bed and press my cock to her lips. She licks the tip, and I groan before shoving my cock down her throat. With her head turned to the side, it already makes it hard for her to breathe, but then I shove my cock in further, cutting off her air supply. Lana tenses, and I know she’s about to come again, so I keep my cock in her mouth until she does. When I see her face turn red, I pull back, allowing her to take a breath before I continue to fuck her mouth.

“Fuck, Lana!” I growl as her tongue runs along the length of my cock, causing it to jerk in her mouth. I pull my cock free just as the vibrator does its thing again, but this time, I move between her legs and pull it out, replacing it with my tongue. Lana’s back arches, and just as I flick her clit with my tongue, she comes again. I don’t give her time to settle down or regroup before I’m thrusting into her.

“Hunter!” she screams for me, pulling at the rope on her wrists. Lana isn’t going anywhere, and all she’s doing is hurting herself, but I love seeing her like this.

I slide in and out of her, letting her enjoy all the piercings hitting her insides. I know she loves them. I reach for the vibrator, still slick from her cum, and pull my dick out of her. I slide the vibrator inside a few times, getting it lubed up before pulling it free and pushing it into her ass. Lana cries out when I plunge back into her, taking her hard.

“Come on, Lana. You know you want to come all over my cock. Do it.”

“Hunter, it’s too much,” she whines as I reach down and turn up the vibrator to the next level. Lana clenches her eyes shut, and I love the look on her face right now as I thrust in and out of her. She might think it’s too much, but she’s going to come so hard for me.

“Hunter, please,” she cries, tears leaking down her cheeks now. That’s what I wanted to see. I wanted to see her fucking cry for me. A few more rough strokes inside of her, and she’s done. She’s coming, hollering my name so loud I’m sure the neighbors can hear her. I let go, releasing inside her with a grunt and a groan.

When she’s panting and gasping for air, I pull out of her and drop onto the bed next to her while she catches her breath. I roll to my side and reach out, running my fingers along her stomach, watching as the bumps form on her flesh.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Yeah.”

“Did you want the baby?” I know she doesn’t like talking about this, but I’m curious.

“I did, but I didn’t. I didn’t want them to take it away from me. If things were different, then yeah, I would have wanted it.”

“You know I can give you everything you want,” I tell her. She turns her head, her arms still tied above her head.

“You said you didn’t want kids,” she reminds me.

“I didn’t at the time. I’m not opposed to it.” Now I see the tears in her eyes, and I move to untie the ropes so her arms are free. When I let them loose she throws them around me and holds onto me.

“You really want kids?”

“Lana, I’m finding I want to do whatever makes you smile, and if that’s kids, then that’s what we’re doing.”

“I don’t think you know what that means to me, Hunter.”

“I want you happy, but I also need you to know I can’t change who I am. This is always going to be me.”

“I wouldn’t want you to change, Hunter. I told you that.”

“You see the darkness in me, and you don’t judge me. You see the things I’m capable of and you don’t shy away from it. You embrace it, and I don’t think you know what that means to me.” With that, I pull away from her and roll over, grabbing the box out of the drawer next to the bed. I roll back and hold it out to her. She looks at it strangely before taking it in her hands and opening it.

“We’re already married, Hunter.”

“We are, but I know women want rings to prove it,” I tell her. She laughs and pulls the diamond out of the box before I take it and slide it on her finger.

“I don’t need diamonds, you know?”

“What do you need?”

“You, Hunter. Just you.”