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“You’re awfully sweet for a biker,” I teased him. He rolled off me slightly to land a hard smack to my sore ass. “Did I or did I not just fuck you senseless while spankin’ that fine ass?” I snorted. “Crude.” “True.” I turned my head lazily to find him smiling at me. I smiled back.
He snagged my wrist and tugged so that I toppled over onto him and he fell flat on his back. “I’ll do whatever I gotta do to get you to hear me. One, we’re careful. I’ll probably still fuck you at school because, babe, you bein’ my teacher is not a turnoff, but we’ll be careful. I know you need the job, I got it. Two, I may be a high school student but like I told you, I’m a man. We see where this goes and we like it, I’m into babies and in a way that’s more than just likin’ the idea of plantin’ them in you.” He waggled his eyebrows and cupped my bare sex, still wet from our sex.
“Be more romantic if my woman actually said shit like that to my face instead of gabbing about it with her girls.”
Without releasing his hold, he turned to our table of avid spectators and said, “Thanks for takin’ care of my woman. Tryin’ to keep her, so it means a lot you took her under your wing.” “Okay, cue the swoon,” Cleo said, her eyelashes fluttering like fans.
King returned, badass biker voice in full force. “And if you try for one fuckin’ second to argue with me about bein’ my woman, Cress, I swear to fuckin’ Christ that I’ll take you on the hood of this fuckin’ car just to prove it.”
“If you haven’t realized this yet, you’re crazy, but I like to get your shit handled for you,” King muttered. “You haven’t realized this part either, but you left all that Stepford housewife shit behind and entered my world. And in that world, men take care of their fuckin’ women because it’s their duty and fuckin’ pleasure, whether those women need protectin’ or not. If there’s somethin’ you need, Queen, it’s your King who provides it for you.
“Excuse me?” “Offer him a blowjob. He’ll forgive you soon’s your mouth’s wrapped around his dick. First off, it’s just bad sense to fight with a bitch when her teeth are that close to your junk. And really, no man can stay mad at a woman with his cock in her mouth.” I blinked at him. “Think about it,” he suggested with a friendly pat on the back before he ambled off after the others.
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I waited until he was about a minute into it before I spread my legs to either side of my wide desk chair. King sensed the movement, his eyes flickering up before he could catch himself.
The thrill of being caught felt good, but it felt delicious to know that I affected him, and even better, when he leaned forward with his forearms on his knees to stare intently at the scene between my thighs.
He paused, reached out to grab my slippery clit between the knuckles of his fore and middle fingers, and clamped down hard. My head flew back against the seat as he continued talking, his voice drowning out the minute sounds I tamped down as I rode out my orgasm. I kept my eyes open and on his as they seared me with a promise, a dirty implied oath to fuck me later with his tongue, teeth, and hands but maybe not his cock because I didn’t deserve it after this morning.
He adjusted himself slightly in his uniform pants, leaned back in his seat, stuck his two knuckles in his mouth to suck off my cum, and stood up to walk back to his seat, done with his presentation and with me.
King stayed in his seat until the last person left the classroom after the bell and then finally lifted his head to glare at me. “Shut up, lock the door, and come here. Detention is in session.”
Before I could get settled, King was putting my calves on his shoulders so he had an unobstructed view of my bare pussy. “You were a bitch today,” King told me harshly. “A bitter shrew I didn’t even recognize. Think it’s time for you to show me some sweet so I remember why it is I put up with you.”
“Don’t got all day though, babe. You’re gonna come for me, fast and hard, then I’m going to clean you up with my tongue.”
“Tonight, you’re the student and I’m the teacher.” I tried to swallow my gasp and choked a little. “Pigtails, knee socks, and those sexy white cotton panties you like to wear under a little skirt.” “Let me guess, a plaid skirt?” “Doesn’t matter, babe. It’ll be flipped up when I get you bent over the desk about two seconds after I get my hands on you.”
There were limits to the human body, five days without food, three without water. I’d just learned that mine was twelve hours without King.
One night, he stormed into the house, literally threw me over his shoulder, and took me for a ride up and down the Sea to Sky Highway, all the way to Whistler and back. The next, he brought home burgers from Stella’s because he had remembered I wanted to try them, and we watched Sons of Anarchy on Netflix because I’d told him I was doing research and it had made him laugh.
He sighed as if I were an annoying child. “Come here and lay across my lap.” I shivered as I made my way to him and awkwardly placed myself over his groin. The feel of his thick cock under my belly made me wiggle against it. “Be still,” he ordered as he flipped up my skirt to reveal my bare ass. He tsked, but his hand came out to rub over the naked globes.
“I’m going to spank you for each time you disobeyed me in class, Miss Irons. Do you remember how often that was?”
Before I could understand what I was doing, I’d shoved her against the wall with my forearm across her throat. When she screeched and reached out to scratch me with her fake talons, I maneuvered so that my shoulder pinned one arm and my free hand the other. I leaned into her delicate neck, felt the throb of her pulse against my blazing skin. It made dark notes of laughter coil in my belly, so I indulged in a manic giggle before I leaned into her face like she had done with me.
“And I’m not askin’ you to do that because you’re a fuckin’ hot lay. I’m askin’ you to risk everythin’ to be my partner, to stand by my side and rule The Fallen men of Entrance, to lie, cheat, and steal, to breathe my fuckin’ breath, take my kisses and my cock and reign with me. Be the Iron Queen to my Fallen King.”
“Because I love you,” he growled. “Because I fuckin’ love you enough to tear the world apart if it wrongs you, if it causes even a minute of misery for my girl with the whiskey eyes. Never felt this way about anythin’ and I don’t want to ever again.”
“Told you I got you,” he snarled softly into my ear. I thrashed hard against the door as he ran his tongue up my neck, nipped my earlobe between his teeth, and then, without warning, snatched the placket of my panties in his fist and tore them away from my body. “And I got you. You’re mine, little Queen. And I’m gonna take everythin’ from you.”
“Gonna take every part of you. Gonna fuck you every day, in each hole so that you’re always achin’ from my cock, so that the only thing that’ll ever bring you relief is my dick slidin’ back inside of you.” His thumb circled then pressed just inside, repeating the pattern over and over until I writhed and panted against him. “What do you want, my Queen? Where do you want me to put my big cock?”
“Fuck, you know how to a make a man feel like a fuckin’ god,” King growled as I took him into the back of my throat.
“You suck my dick so good, babe,” he praised me, rubbing a thumb over my plump lower lip.
“You’re fuckin’ delicious,” King said, tugging me to him to plant a hot, openmouthed kiss on me. His tongue swept through my mouth, testing to make sure I’d swallowed every last drop of his cum. “Gotta take care of my woman,” he said against my lips as one hand trailed down my torso to cup my wet pussy through my underwear under my dress.
“I’ve learned since then that life is messy. It’s soaked in sweat and steeped in tears. It stinks of sex and beer. It means loving so much it burns you down and hating until you fly into a rage. It’s grotesque but beautiful, a creature you can’t even recognize, can’t even name until you have it for yourself and then, you aren’t ever willing to let it go.
“Was never gonna let you go, Cress babe. Knew it that day in the parking lot just like you did. There was never a moment after that day that I doubted it.”
Takin’ money from the man who loves you, who would fuckin’ love to give that to you, is not the same exchange you had goin’ with William.
It took up about five inches, three of them text written in King’s exact handwriting. Above that was a heart and crossbones, below his poem:
“If I never get outta here, I got to marry your sweet ass so we can get us some conjugal visits,” he said. I burst out laughing. It was so him, so inappropriate and boyish and fun that I loved him all the more for it.
“I’m sure. Now, tell me what you want.” He stared at me for another moment before leaning back and rapping his knuckles against the metal desk. “I need to ask you a few questions about your husband, William Trent Irons.” “Excuse me?” “Your husband. Mr. Irons is being tried for fraud and embezzlement,” Danner clarified.
You should also know that most of the evidence against Mr. Irons came from two spectacularly terrified informants, his secretary and one of his small fry criminal clients. The latter was badly beaten but both claimed that a crisis of conscience was their only reason for rolling on Mr. Irons after so many years. Funny that, isn’t it?” Oh my God. My mind flashed back to Nova telling me casually that King and Zeus were “fixin’” my problem with William.
I broke into an enormous smile when I saw him and skipped directly to him. He watched me with narrowed eyes as I jumped up to press a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you,” I said quietly, aware that Danner was watching from the doorway and Mr. White was following closely behind to deliver his update. A spark of surprise, quickly followed by tenderness, lit his silver gaze. “Got your back, Queenie.”
“Bone of my bone,” King murmured as his cold hands cupped my face to tilt it back for his kiss.
