Lawless Kingdom (Reign & Ruin 1)

Everything stopped abruptly, and then he was hovering over me. The sound of his zipper going down seemed to echo in the air around us. I glanced down at his cock, seeing it practically throb from how hard it was, a bead of precum already on his tip. He was long and wide. Absolutely. Perfect.

When he guided himself to my entrance, I released a shaky breath to prepare myself.

He took my legs and pulled me closer to the edge of the seat, hooking them over his shoulders. “Look at me,” he commanded gruffly.

My eyes flew to his, becoming trapped in their steel prison. He flexed his hips and sunk himself inside me, not stopping to allow me any time to adjust. “This pussy was made for my cock,” he groaned.

I felt myself stretching, a pleasurable burn growing stronger when he withdrew, slamming back inside me on my next breath.

He was quick to readjust, giving me the ability to lock my hands around the back of his neck. His hips rolled and I gasped, causing a smile to spread across his face.

He began to pump in and out of me, my pussy flooding for him as he picked up his tempo, fucking me harder the louder I screamed for him.

My mind could only focus on the pleasure he gave me.

When his hand wrapped around my throat, pinning me to the seat so he could reach even deeper inside me, I felt myself begin to clench. His hold tightened until the car was rocking and spots were dancing across my vision.

No other sound filled the woods but what we did in the backseat of his car. I came on a strangled cry, forcing him to follow as I contracted around him.

He didn’t move away from me right away. His body lowered without crushing me, and he pressed his lips to my forehead.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Rhiannon

Mom would’ve called.

I’m not sure why that was my first thought upon waking in Judas’ bed, but it was. A quick glance at my cellphone screen showed that it was ten past midnight.

She had come back with the pizza hours ago. Technically, at eighteen—almost nineteen, since I had a late birthday—she didn’t need to track my every move.

But still, she did. The six missed calls and eight text messages were probably all her freaking out. I wasn’t going to open them yet, not until I knew how to explain…this

Speaking of this, where the hell was Judas? After what we did in his bed most of the night, it seemed rather rude to leave me to wake up without him. I sat up and listened but heard no other sounds in the house.

Shoving his cloud-like comforter off me, I slipped from the bed and headed for the door, ignoring the ache between my legs.

I snagged one of his T-shirts from a dresser along the way to cover up my nakedness. The hallway looked like a gaping hole of darkness. Creepy as hell. I wasn’t sure I’d ever get used to living in a giant ass house, but if I stayed with Judas…

Okay. I was getting way ahead of myself. Good dick and orgasms that had my soul leaving my body had obviously evaporated some of my brain cells. I stepped out into the hall on my tiptoes, feeling the need to be silent.

Did he live here alone? I should’ve asked that hours ago. I certainly hoped his parents were away or something. I’d hate to meet his mom and dad dressed like this, and there was no way they tuned out our performance.

Thinking I heard something, I paused, listening for it again. Was that a groan?

Trepidation had my spine tingling. Moving down the stairs, I noticed a glow of light cascading into the dining room.

It had to be coming from the kitchen.

I went towards it, ignoring every horror movie no-no there was. There wasn’t anyone around, but I picked up on voices—multiple, and Judas’ was one of them.

I moved towards an open door with carefully placed steps. Closing my eyes and swallowing, I was just summoning the lady balls to peek around the doorframe when a familiar voice spoke up.

“You can stop playing a shitty game of hide and seek and come in here. You don’t exactly blend in with the shadows,” Gavin said.

“You…you can see me?”

“No, kitten. We can hear you,” Owen replied.

“You did good up until you started to panic,” Brianna chimed in.

What the hell?

“I didn’t panic,” I replied, moving away from the counter.

I found myself staring into a garage. I think. The walls and floor were lined with plastic, and there was a smell coming from deeper within. Something revolting that had been covered by something decent.

My Rooks and my Knight were all together, so where was the Barron?

A sheet was covering something in the middle of the room. They had one lamp on to illuminate their surroundings, so I couldn’t really tell what it was they had covered up.