Her mouth was warm and wet as it covered his swollen head. She moved slowly, cautiously, her free hand wrapped firmly around the root of his dick. Bain closed his eyes, savoring the feel of her lips taking him deeper, her tongue tracing the sensitive vein with each upstroke. Scarlett wouldn’t hurt him, and this was his choice. With each passing minute, he began to relax and truly enjoy the gift she gave him.
He watched her head bobbing up and down over his cock, bringing him closer to coming down her throat. But he wanted to be inside her, fucking her
until she screamed his name.
“That’s enough, baby. Let me have some fun with you,” he said. Bain sat up, pulling Scarlett over his lap so she straddled him. “Put it in. Put my cock inside that hot little pussy.”
She struggled, her chest heaving as she forced his erection inside her. As soon as he entered her, she sat down hard, moaning and grabbing his shoulders for support. She was so tight, so perfect.
“Oh yeah, that’s a good girl.” He watched her tits bounce as she began to fuck him, rising up and slamming down, over and over. The sounds she made spurred him on, his balls pulling up tight. “Make me come. I want to feel you milking my cock.”
After nearly bringing him to the edge, she came down heavily, her breathing erratic. “I can’t. I’m too tired,” she said.
He smiled, knowing he was capable of fucking her all night long, every night. Bain grabbed her hips, twisting them around until he dominated, his cock still deep inside her. He kissed her lips, licking and nipping as he brushed the moistened hairs from her face. “You’re mine, Scarlett. I’ll do anything for you, fuck you any time you ask, kill anyone who hurts you.”
“Yes,” she murmured, writhing beneath him. “Make me yours.”
Her confirmation satisfied the beast within him. He began to fuck her, all his energy expelled as he pistoned his hips like a machine, making sure to satisfy his woman completely.
When her pussy began to spasm around him, he knew she was moments away. “Come for me. Let it all go, baby.”
As soon as she cried out, her nails digging into his back, he relaxed enough to let go, spilling his seed inside her. It was a raw moment. This was the first day he hadn’t lied to himself, hadn’t convinced himself he was a worthless bastard not deserving of love.
They were both spent, lying next to each other as they caught their breath. When he heard someone knocking on his front door, the hollow sound echoed through the old house, he bolted out of the bed. “Stay here,” he said, his breathing still rapid.
“Who is it?”
“I don’t know. Nobody comes here.” He tugged on a pair of sweatpants and grabbed a Glock from the bedside table. “Don’t leave this room.”
Bain rushed down the stairs. Whoever was at his door was lucky they hadn’t interrupted him a few minutes earlier or he’d really be pissed off. His barriers came down for Scarlett only, and he still didn’t give a shit about anyone else.
He yanked open the door, ready for anything, even Boss, but it was Killian. Bain looked around, and saw no one else with him and only one vehicle parked in his driveway.
“Why the fuck are you here? And how’d you get my address?”
Had Boss sent him to clean up loose ends, to kill him dead? He could try.
“Consider it a courtesy call. A friendly warning.”
This fucker was Boss’s personal bodyguard, so there was no way Bain trusted a word he said. Everyone who worked for Killer of Kings was loyal to the cause, including Viper.
“I’m listening.”
“I don’t like to see innocent women getting messed up in our shit, but Boss, he doesn’t have the same idea.” Killian ran a hand through his dark blond hair. The sides were shaved, the top long and pushed back. The scar through his upper lip always made him look like he was snarling. A damn pretty boy straight up from hell.
“If you have something to fucking say, say it.”
Killian smirked. “Did you think you’d get away with shooting Boss?”
“It was a clean shot to the shoulder. He didn’t look too upset,” said Bain.
“You fucking shot him, Bain. That doesn’t go unpunished. He plans to get his revenge on the girl.”
Bain frowned. That piece of shit had said he wouldn’t kill Scarlett, even gave him the rest of the month off. He knew joining Killer of Kings was a mistake. He’d never had these problems working solo contracts. “He lied to me then.”
“He’s not going to kill her. You know the game. An eye for an eye.”
“I won’t let him shoot her, either. For fuck’s sake, I won’t let him near her.” Bain had watched Boss shoot Viper’s woman without a hint of emotion in his cold, dead eyes. There was no way he could allow that to happen to Scarlett.