A Lighter Shade of Blue (Kings of Chaos 2)

She sits on the bed and gazes at me expectantly. “What do you want to show me?”

I reach into the pocket of my cut and hand her a black pouch.

“For me?” She peers up at me from beneath her thick, dark lashes.

“Yeah, girl.” I shove my hands into my jeans and clear my throat.

She opens the pouch and pulls out the silver bracelet, identical to the one on my wrist. The metal plate reads Shadow’s. A brilliant smile lines her lip. “I love it. Will you put it on me?”

“Yeah.” I do as she asks, pleased it worked out well. If I could find a way to cover her body with my name, I would. I want everyone to know she’s taken and protected with a glance.

“I have to ask you something and I need you to be honest,” she says.

“Okay?”

“Why haven’t you touched me since that night? Do I disgust you?”

“What?” I kneel on the floor in front of her. “Fuck no, why would you think that?”

“Before, you couldn’t get enough of me, now it’s like you go out of your way to not touch me.”

“Girl, you been through one hell of an experience. I was trying to not be a monster and give you space and time.”

“I don’t want space, I want you inside of me, pushing me to my limits, and reminding me who I belong to.”

“Oh, fuck,” I growl. My dick threatens to bust my zipper as it strains against my jeans. “You ready for that?”

“I’ve been ready, Shadow.”

I peer into her eyes and see the truth. “My Old Lady is a real hard ass, isn’t she?” I ask. “Fucking warrior poured into a curvy ass frame.”

She spreads her legs and pulls me close. “And you love that don’t you?”

“I love you,” I answer honestly.

“And I love you. Now show me whose property I am.”

I spread her legs wide. “I bet you’re already wet for me, aren’t you?” I reach under her skirt, and trail the seam of her panties. “Soaking. Damn, baby. You want it bad, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she whimpers.

I stand, lift her into my arms, and toss her onto the bed. “Get on to all fours.”

“What?” she asks.

I slap her ass hard.

She moans.

“Get-onto-all-fours.”

She scrambles into position.

I rub her ass. “I love your ass, baby. I’d love it even more if it was red from my hand.” I yank her underwear off, shove her skirt up around her waist, and spread her legs wide. “You want to know who you belong to?” I whisper, trailing my fingers across the curve of her ass. “How about you tell me.” I slap her ass and she cries out. “I can’t hear you, girl.”

“Shadow.”

“That’s right.” I lay ten more slaps onto her thick ass, watching it bounce. My dick is swollen and I’m dying to dive in, but I need to own her first.