Tyrant (Kings of Carnage MC: Alabama #1)

Bonus Scene

Blair

H e enters the room, and his gaze immediately pins on me, finding me without missing a beat. His gait is confident and sure as he strides towards me, his stare so intense it feels as if I’m the only person in the room. Once he makes it to me, he offers a sweet smile, his perfect mouth tipping up into a grin that has my stomach twisting inside. One of his hands moves to cup the back of my head, fist gripping a handful of hair and tugging until I tilt my face up, as his other hand grips my throat. Leaning in, his mouth close enough to mine, his lips brush against my own as he demands, “You’re fucking mine.” The promise is said on a low growl, no one able to hear it unless they were beside us, but his actions are so dominate and owning, that every single person in the room knows exactly what was uttered.

His words have my legs going weak. My thighs clench as my pussy throbs for him, already turned on and he’s barely touched me. “Oh, fuck,” I breathlessly moan against his mouth, wanting him to fuck me right this minute. “I want you, Tyrant,” I admit, and he grins, perfectly straight, white teeth on display for anyone glancing in our direction. He’s so deceptively alluring. Perfect on the outside, fucking obsessive, and possessive to his very core on the inside.

At my confession, his palm snatches my wrist, and I follow his gait. He strolls down the hallway, taking us to privacy. With a twist of his hand, a door opens, and he stands back, allowing me to step through. The moment I enter, he twists me around, shoving me up against the closest wall until my breasts are pressed firmly against the cool surface. Kicking the door closed behind him, his hands are all over my backside, shoving the dress up and over my hips. He wrenches the tiny scrap of panties I have on to the side, and in the next breath, he’s thrusting his fat cock inside me.

“Oh, Tyrant!” I cry out, unable to hold myself back, not wanting to. He needs to hear as well as feel what he does to me. The sexy man drives me fucking wild for him. “Yes, oh my, you’re always so big,” I admit.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to fill you up.” His free hand moves to rest on my lower belly as he mutters, “See this belly grow.” He pounds into me from behind, filling me so perfectly I know I’ll be feeling it tomorrow.

“Uh, excuse me?” I gasp as he rides me harder, chasing his orgasm as my body slams into the wall repeatedly. “I-I thought you said you had a vasectomy?”

He leans in, his hot breath trailing over the back of my throat, making me quake all over for his touch. “I lied,” he admits, and his blunt honesty has my pussy clenching, an orgasm hitting me like a tsunami. My forehead falls against the wall as bright lights flash behind my eyelids and I scream through my release.

He continues, his admission a deep rumbling growl. The man has no remorse either, I can hear it in his tone. “I lied to you. The moment I decided you were going to be mine, I knew I’d fill you full of my cum and watch your belly grow. I never got a vasectomy; I told you that so you’d let me come in you as many times as I want to.”

“That’s fucked up,” I choke out, wondering why in the hell his words turn me on so much.

“Don’t care. Not one fuckin’ bit. I meant every word when I said you’re fucking mine. I could think of nothing else but filling you with my seed and watching your belly grow with my child. Not just one either, no, you’ll be pregnant many times over. I’ll make certain of it.”

I should hate him right now. Be outraged at his words…yet, my traitorous pussy only leaks more wetness down my thighs as his cock throbs inside me.

“Mine!” he swears against the side of my throat, the promise so feral I can feel it in my soul as he lets himself go. His cum floods inside me, and I groan at the sensation. It’s warm and comforting, my pussy flexing around his shaft as it attempts to milk him for every drop. Something is wrong with me. Instead of his words driving me away, they do the opposite.

“I love you,” he gasps behind me, breathing heavily as he attempts to catch his breath. “I tried to warn you. I’ve never been a good man.”

Twisting until I’m surrounded by his arms, his cum leaking down my thighs. “No, you may not be…but you’re exactly the type of monster I need. I love you, Chris, and there isn’t another man out there who I’d want to be with. I forgive you, and if you want more children in our future, then we’ll plan for it, but right now, I think we better get back to Thanksgiving dinner, or Rogue may eat all the turkey without us.”

His grin lights up everything as his eyes twinkle. It’s normal for him now, to smile, to be amused and happy. “Come on, I have to tell them about the latest thing I added to our cabin. Fuckers need to know we’ll have the best one. Besides, Gracie Girl deserves her own room. She’ll want a princess bed one day.”

“Oh, you’re certain of that, huh?”

“Damn straight,” he murmurs. “I know my daughter and she likes pink princesses.”

My laugh is no longer quiet, nor reserved. No, here at the Kings…they get all of me. My laughter, my happiness, and most of all, my love.

We’re family, and we always will be.