“Don’t like to explain myself at all, let alone more than once so listen close, Cress babe, because I’ll only tell you the one time. I saw a woman across a parking lot in September. It was fuckin’ hot as sweaty balls that day, could barely see across the asphalt through the heat waves but I saw you and you saw me. Don’t know what you saw but I saw a fuckin’ babe. All that sun-kissed hair and huge eyes—couldn’t tell the color—but could tell they’d suck me in and devour me whole. Little slip of a thing starin’ at a biker like you had the right to me, like you’d climb on the back of my bike, on the top of my dick and ride ‘til you couldn’t take it anymore.
Saw you in class months later and this woman I’d been obsessin’ over was supposed to be my goddamn teacher? No fuckin’ way. Not before I’d fucked you.” I flinched but he caught my reeling chin between his fingers and laid an open-mouthed kiss across my closed mouth, coaxing the seam of my lips open until he could touch his tongue to mine. “Then I kissed you and I’m tellin’ you, I could never sell a drug headier than your kiss. I was already hooked but that was the reel.”
“King,” I breathed.
But he continued, “Got shit for it when I was a kid but I’m a romantic. Read fuckin’ Wuthering Heights when I was eight and got hooked on the classics. Always knew I’d meet a girl, want her, take her and keep her forever. That would be it for me.” He shrugged like he was telling me what he wanted to eat for supper. “Didn’t expect it to happen when I was eighteen but you roll with the punches, ya know?”
“I know you’re being sweet but you’re also freaking me out,” I admitted.
King nodded. “You asked, I answered. Don’t ask me questions that you don’t want an answer to, Cressida, warning you right now. I’ll always give it to you straight. It’s on you to be careful with that, yeah?”
“Yeah,” I agreed, thinking that I wasn’t ready, after all of that, to ask him about his current or future dealings in The Fallen MC.
“You were good today, brave with them,” he praised, bending his knees slightly so he could look me level in the eye. “Sexy as hell and super badass.”
“Yeah?” I asked, brightening because I’d always wanted to be sexy and cool but didn’t think I had it in me.
“I’ll show you just how sexy I thought it was later,” he promised, pushing his hard length firmer against my sex, barely covered by my parted robe and nightgown beneath.
I gasped and grounded myself against him, watched his eyes flash like lightening then did it again just to see the same reaction.
“Dad, H.R.?” he called out to his family. “Gotta talk to Cressida alone for a bit. She’s real torn up about all the family drama and shit. You cool to hang?”
Zeus just laughed.
Harleigh Rose popped her head up over the couch to frown at her brother. “Fine but be quick about it, yeah? I haven’t even really met the woman yet.”
“Might take a while, H.R., she’s really riled up,” King responded with a wicked grin.
I opened my mouth to scold him for being so freaking obvious but a screech came out instead when he tipped me off the counter and over his shoulder. He walked out of the room with me kicking and giggling until he gave me a brisk swat on the ass. Then, after he dropped me down on my unmade bed, he set about riling me up even more.
“Take it.”
God.
I thought I already was taking it.
But as King rotated his hips against my ass, I realized that he hadn’t even begun to fuck me. His fingers curled over my waist, tilting my bottom up from the bed even as the rest of his hard body pressed me into the mattress. His cock hit something in me that lit up my body like a Christmas wonderland.
“Oh my God,” I cried into the mattress, aware that King’s family was waiting for us downstairs and that technically the stairs that led to my attic room didn’t have a door.
“Wanna hear it, babe,” he grunted, lifting his lean hips so his dragged agonizingly slow out of my clutching heat.
“Oh God, please make me take your cock,” I panted, looking over my shoulder to see him watching his cock as he pushed it slowly back into my eager pussy, as he ground his hips against me. “God, that’s so hot.”
“No God in this bedroom, Cress. Call me what I am: your King,” he growled, rearing up to catch a fistful of my hair and jerk my head back.
His lips descended over my neck and he sucked hard at the base of it. Distantly, I was aware that he was marking me, hurting me, but I loved it so much, I couldn’t bring myself to stop him. I wanted to turn my body into one of his poems, an ode to me written in my skin and bones.