Chapter Fourteen

ROSIE

What do I want?

Power?

Money?

The Family?

Everything he owns?

Yes. I do.

But not at this moment. At this moment, when we’re pressed up against his kitchen island, with his hand around my neck like he owns me, I only want him. I want him to consume me, to gobble me up like I’m a pecan pie. There’s so much left unspoken between us, so much history that becomes this tangible, palpable tension that seems to take over my brain whenever I’m around him. I’m losing to Julian Asaro and I’m not even going to bat an eyelid because I can get back on top another night. Tonight, I want to be under him, like it’s my life’s mission.

“You. Inside me. Now.” I moan as I grind against him. I can feel him chuckle as he kisses my forehead. He loves the power he has over me, we both know it. I quickly unbutton the shirt I stole from his wardrobe and shrug it to the floor so that I’m completely exposed, my skin pebbling in the cool kitchen.

Jay says nothing, but I can feel him inhale slowly as he looks at me with a hungry gaze. He swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing and it seems like I’m not the only one with a tenuous hold on their control right now.

Softly he presses his lips against mine, it’s not enough to be a kiss, it’s a tease as he moves away. His free hand skims the curve of my body as it moves lower. Running his fingers along my slit he asks, “Like this?”

Sliding two fingers inside me, he keeps me in place with his hand around my neck.

I can’t help the mewling noise that escapes my mouth, “Mmmm.”

He cuts off the sound with his lips, but that doesn’t completely silence me. He just devours my lust. I’m not a virgin, not in a million years . . . but this was Julian. Everything felt amplified. Everything was dripping in anticipation and emotion, hate, anger, love, lust and pain. It was merging into one as he overtook my senses with a kiss that I felt all the way to my core.

He begins to move his thumb slowly over my clit, my body swaying as he tightens his grip and cuts down my air supply as he teases me. Breaking from our kiss, he smirks. “Or do you want something more?”

I whimper, feeling a little ashamed of the noises I’m making. The one and only Queen of Hearts is a whimpering mess at the hands of her enemy.

“Then give me the name Rosalyn.”

I shake my head and almost shout as he withdraws his fingers and lets go of my throat. Grabbing my ass roughly, kneading the skin in his hands, grinding his hard-on against me. Fuck. He’s huge. And I want him but I’m not ready to give him what he wants, not just yet. I make quick work of the buttons on his shirt and my mouth practically waters as I watch him discard it.

“Now,” he commands but again I shake my head as he lifts my leg, fingers digging into my thigh as he grinds against my clit. The rough texture of his trousers against my sensitive flesh drives me crazy, why are there still clothes between us?

“Last chance,” Jay warns as he unbuttons his trousers and pushes them down one-handed. We both know what he’s threatening to do, he is going to get naked, take me to the edge and then leave me unsatisfied and angry. He’s giving me a taste of my own medicine, it’s payback from the dinner where I promised everything and gave him nothing.

He pinches my nipple between his fingers, twisting and squeezing as he burns me with his gaze. I want more. It’s not enough. It was never going to be enough and I should have known that.

“Daniel.” I groan as I tilt my head back, I may just come from the friction of the dry humping if he carries on.

“No,” Jay’s voice is firm. “He’s loyal to me.”

I can’t resist taunting Julian, his little Family is nothing but an empty palace, filled with squabbling old men, built upon a sandy shore, where the foundations are just as weak as the turrets at the top.

I’d met Daniel by chance, at The Gryphon a year or so after Belcastro’s death. I’d gone with Cato, looking to make some extra money and do a little digging on Jay, gauge how his men felt about his unprecedented rise to power. There was hierarchy and order within The Family, and yet Frank had ignored all of that and placed Julian at the top of the chain. Why?

There wasn’t an official dress code at The Gryphon, but Cato and I had dressed up since they would be recognized as a ‘designated dealer’. We’d both worn cute black filigree lace masks, tied up with ribbon and while Cato had paired theirs with a short black dress and thigh-high boots. I’d worn trousers and a blazer with only my red bra underneath. The crowd that night had been a mix of Newtown’s elite and wealthy, rubbing shoulders with some of the lower classes. Anyone who cleared the background checks, and had money to burn was welcomed at the underground fighting hall.

It wasn’t until one guy decided to get a little handsy with me during the fight, grabbing my ass and trying to pull me into his lap that my patience with the loud, leery crowd started to wane. When his fat, furry tongue licked the curve of my neck and he tried to suck my earlobe between his practically toothless gums, I finally lost my cool. I’d grabbed his tongue between my thumb and my forefinger, pulled my blade from my boot and sliced the offending appendage clean off. I tossed the useless muscle onto the sticky, blood-spattered, beer-stained floor, ignoring the man’s wails as I stood and left.

No one had even noticed, the rowdy crowd cheering as the fight drew to a bloody conclusion. Except Daniel. He looked up at me with those big sad, brown eyes of his from across the room and I knew he’d seen the entire thing. With a grin, I’d winked and walked away, thinking I’d never see him again. He followed me into an alleyway a week later, and with my gun pressed against his forehead, proceeded to tell me how much he admired me, and how he thought I should have been the head of The Family. He wanted to help me claim what should have been ‘rightfully mine’.

His words were pure flattery. The Family was a patriarchal construct that had never been ‘rightfully mine’, but I had intended to make it mine, even if I had to fight tooth and nail for it. I humored him, told him I appreciated his support and that’s when he told me he had an interview to be Julian’s personal assistant. He was my way in. It was that easy.

“Loyalty is a fickle thing Jay, it can be bought or traded.” Grabbing a handful of his hair, I yank his head backwards, enjoying the suspicion and torment that flashes across his face. The fact that I’d had someone who was that close to him, watching him for years is a cruel reminder of who I am and what this is between us.

“What did he want? How did you get to him?” He snarls, thrusting his cock harder against me, moving across my clit in a way that has my toes curling.

“Stop trying to edge me Jay…” I taste the dip at the bottom of his throat, swirling my tongue over the hot skin.

“Answer the questions, Rosie. You want your orgasm?” His hand returns to my neck, where it belongs, and he uses his thumb to apply pressure, making my head go light. “Earn it.”

“He wants to fuck me.” Licking my lips, I buck my hips against his hardness, I’m so close. I’m almost there. Almost… “Be my King.”

Jay stills as I whine, a dark glint in his eyes as he takes in the sight of me, completely exposed and vulnerable to him as he still holds my leg. Jealousy is a good look on him, and it makes me want to run my hands over his chest, so I do, leaving long, raw red marks on his skin. Marking him as mine.

Fisting a hand in my hair, he growls as he pulls my head back. “I’m your King.”

With a smirk, I whisper, “Prove it.”

My words do the trick, like I knew they would. Julian pulls me off the counter and turns me around so that my ass is exposed to him.

“You asked for this. Don’t forget that,” he reminds me before reaching across and grabbing the spatula from my mixing bowl. With a hard whack that echoes around the room, he spanks me, not holding anything back. I can feel the wet cake batter against my hot skin as the pain registers. His words are to keep me anchored, so that I don’t unleash my instincts to fight but he needn’t have worried. I enjoy the bite of the silicone against my ass

He lightly rubs the skin, before landing another swat on my backside. Whack. This one is harder and there’s something delicious about the way my skin burns long after he’s removed his hand. Whack.

Whack.The final slap makes me groan and tiptoe so that my ass is higher in the air for him. I can almost feel him smiling even though I can’t see his face. I’ve pressed my cheek against the cool marble of the worktop, watching him. Julian Asaro is a man who never loses his cool, he’s always calm and collected. His rationality is what makes him a strategist, a thinker rather than a doer, like me. With his hair mussed, cheeks flushed, beautiful body covered in my marks and a wild look in his eyes, the man standing behind me is not the same Julian the rest of the world knows. This is Jay.

Tossing the spatula back into the bowl, he stands back to admire his handiwork. Bending down, he licks the long stripes of cake batter from my skin, his tongue hot, wet and soothing against my raw backside.

Finally, he parts my legs a little and presses himself against my opening. He teases me again, brushing over my clit mercilessly, as his cock slides through the wetness gathered between my legs. No one had ever made me as wet as Jay had tonight, and he hadn’t even fucked me yet.

Grabbing my hair, he pulls me back into his chest and kisses me. This isn’t like the others; this is him showing me that he owns my body as his tongue invades my mouth. I can barely think as he dominates my lips, sucking, biting, licking anything and everything his mouth touches. His other hand snakes around my body to cup my breast and as he rolls my nipple between his fingers, he slides inside me. It takes me a second to adjust to the size of him and I realize that’s why he distracted me. He begins to flex his hips, moving slowly in and out of my soaking wet pussy. There are no better words to describe it, because right now it feels like I’m the star in a porno. My body begins to anticipate each thrust, clenching and tightening every time he slides into me and I can feel my orgasm building within minutes.

“Whose cock is inside you right now?” he murmurs into my ear, sending a burst of pleasure down my spine.

“Yours,” I breathe, teetering on the edge of an abyss.

“And how do you feel now? Still empty?” This man was becoming obsessed with my feelings as if he was responsible for them, and I don’t know why, but I liked the idea of that.

“No. So…fucking…full.”

Smack!Another slap lands on my ass and the guttural noises I’m making fill the kitchen as he fucks me slowly, taking his sweet time. “Who’s your King, Rosie?”

I bite my lip as it feels like a wave building inside me. My body is slick with sweat as he’s worked me up into a horny frenzy, all my nerves frayed and firing after the teasing and torture. Julian was foreplay on a plate and I’d been feasting myself on him since this afternoon, when I had shown him what was on offer.

Pinching my nipple, he demands, “Answer me. Who. Is. Your. King?”

It’s the easiest question in the world. Every word punctuated with the thrust of his hips. “You are.”

His hand slides from my hair down my body to my clit, where his fingertips push me over the edge. My legs threaten to buckle as my orgasm washes over me, my body not feeling like mine anymore. He thrusts a few more times, prolonging the ecstasy just a little longer before his grip on my tit tightens and I know he’s about to shoot his load.

“Mine,” he hisses against my shoulder with his final thrust. I feel warmth as he paints my insides with his cum, his fingers biting into my skin with every little aborted hip-thrust.

Once he’s satisfied, he pulls out slowly and places his palm on the bottom of my back, pushing me gently back down onto the counter. Taking two fingers, he scoops up the cum that’s started to trail down my thighs, and pushes it back inside me with a possessive grunt.

“Mine,” he hisses once again, my chest tightening as the word brushes over my skin.

I don’t correct him.

I don’t want to.

I’ll deal with that when the sun rises.

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