Owned (Blood Ties, #4)

by A.K. Rose

London St. James was no man, not one with a soul, at least. That cold, callous gaze found me instantly, before he shifted his focus to the desk and closed the door.

But it wasn’t too late to pack her up and shove her somewhere apart from under my goddamn nose. Because the woman was well and truly under my skin.

“Where are you going to run to, Vivienne?” He grabbed the back of my neck, spearing his fingers through my hair and stared into my soul. “Where are you going to go?”

You want to call me daddy? Will that make you feel better about this? My nerves were raw. My body was plump, swollen and aching. I didn’t want to feel that desire for him. But I did…Jesus, I did.

And for the first time in his entire life, I watched my twenty-one-year-old, brutally damaged son become infatuated.

A flare of jealousy ignited, until it was snuffed out by that need to protect her. Because now she would be protected by the most dangerous of us all. I gave him a smile, then turned away. “Watch her, son. Watch her, and protect her with your life.”

My gaze moved down his body, taking in his immaculate black shirt and tight trousers that hugged the hard curve of his ass and every inch of his thick, masculine thighs. I couldn’t stop staring, even as he sensed me and turned, then I was fixed on the swell of his cock. Fuck, he was big, wasn’t he? Jesus…

Well, say something! I unclenched my jaw, ready to snap, until there was a twitch at the corner of his mouth and it inched higher. That devilish smirk hit me right between my thighs. My pulse surged and heat rushed to my cheeks, forcing me to look toward the dining room behind him.

I lifted the glass to my lips, but this time, I didn’t drink. Instead, I licked the drop that collected on the outside of the glass, chasing it with my tongue. That slowly wiped the smirk from his face. That hunger burned between us once more as if it hadn’t ever really left.

Panic stole my breath as he skimmed his thumb down my crease and gently massaged the swollen flesh around my clit as the waiter poured champagne into London’s glass, then left.

“No?” he murmured, tugging his hand out from my body to yank a chair out before he sat. My pussy may as well be served on a fucking plate for him. But he didn’t stop rubbing with his other hand wedged in tight. “Even if I can’t fuck you, Vivienne, I’m sure I can do something to ease your need.”

He held my stare, then followed my fingers as they sank deep and slid out. “Jesus Christ, you’re so fucking wet.” His fingers trembled as he tugged, opening my slit to watch. “That’s the girl…get all the way in there.” Heat bloomed with the words. My body clenched as he rubbed, grinding my lips against my clit. “You like that, don’t you? You like being my brat? My good little fucking brat. I paid good money for you.”

He leaned down, parted my slit around the trail of my fingers, and licked my clit. “Everything.”

Fuck me,” he moaned as he sucked gently. “I want inside this cunt. I want you writhing. I want you coming, I don’t care how. My tongue, my cock…my control. You’re going to be my destruction, aren’t you, Vivienne? You’re going to fucking ruin me.” He sucked and drew me into his mouth. My core clenched and spasmed as I came again… “And I’ll love every fucking second of it.”

“Tell me how much you want me, Vivienne.” I trailed my mouth along the lips of her slit and worked my way higher until I kissed that quivering nub and drew it into my mouth. “Fuck you.”

“I warned you,” he snapped as he threw me over his shoulder and headed back along the hall. “I tried to keep you from this side of me…tried to keep you safe. But you pushed me, female. You pushed and pushed with your fucking eyes and your goddamn taste. You crawled under my skin and haunt my mind. You force me to want you. You force me to give into my fucking desires, so from this moment on, you’ve got no one to blame but yourself.”

My voice was husky as I forced myself to continue. “I’m going to give you everything you want and more…” I looked down at her as I pulled the bedding down and placed her gently on her side. “I’m going to give you me.”

So cold. So unreadable. So fucking brutal…and yet, he wasn’t. Not to those he loved. Because when this man loved…he loved fiercely.

He dropped his body and pressed his chest against mine to growl in my ear. “You think I can’t have any woman I want? I could, easy.” His voice turned guttural. “I could’ve had a woman tonight. Fucked her in the bar. Probably had her friend join in too.”

“Do you want me to take you back down there?” He pushed in a little further. “Strap you up. Take turns fucking you with the machine and me. A cock in every hole. How about that, kitten? Does that sound good to you?”

Colt in your mouth, the machine in your tight ass, and me ramming home in this perfect fucking pussy.” He pulled his fingers free and lowered his head to lick my wetness. “Fuck, you taste good. Better than the finest fucking Scotch.”

“Don’t you make me fall for you, kitten,” he murmured as he thrust again, and watched as he pushed in. I opened wider and swirled my tongue around the edge before I sucked hard. “Jesus fucking Christ,” he groaned.

“Don’t care about the contract, huh?” He slipped his fingers inside me. “Then I guess we’d better make this worthwhile.” I opened my thighs as he sank between my legs. One hard jolt and he was inside, stretching me until I could take no more. “Such a tight pussy,” he moaned as he eased out before he drove back in. His body moved in sleek, powerful thrusts. “Such a beautiful, tight pussy. That’s all mine.” Those dark eyes pinned me where I lay. “All fucking mine.”

He held my stare as he rose above me like a god. His arms were a cage around me as he worked his cock all the way inside, claiming me, owning me the only way he knew how. The pressure built and my pussy clenched tight. I loved the way he rubbed me.

“I’m going to ruin you, you get that, right?” My breaths were too fast, my throat too dry. I swallowed once, then twice, as I lay there on his desk, unable to find the strength to rise, and gasped, “I can’t fucking wait.”

But the dangerous son didn’t step away. Instead, he pushed the inside of my knee hard, throwing my leg wide. “Eat what’s mine again, wildcat, and I might just take it out on this sweet body.” He licked his lips as he stared between my thighs. “Only I won’t be sweet like my brother…and unlike your playtime with London, there won’t be any fucking safewords. I’ll smother your mouth and fuck you until you scream. You won’t like that…” he lifted his gaze and took a step backwards. “No, you won’t like it at all.”

“Keep looking at me like that, wildcat, and I might just do something about it,” Carven warned as he backed out and headed for the gate.

London let out a tortured moan. “You gave yourself to us,” he growled, his breath hot against my ear as he bent and pushed my legs wider before he reached back down and slid two fingers inside. “Is that what you did, Vivienne?’ “Y-yes.” “Yes, what?” “Yes, Daddy,” I obeyed.

“Beg him to slide his cock in your mouth.” “I…I need,” I started, searching that bottomless stare. “Please, pet,” London reprimanded as he searched my eyes. “Always start with please.” My cheeks burned red, but I was helpless to do anything other than obey him. “Please,” I whimpered. “Please.”

“Please,” I gasped to Colt as London slipped his fingers out. One sudden surge, and he drove his cock inside. My breath caught with shock. My pussy stretched as I whimpered. “Oh fuck…oh fuck. Please, Colt! Plleaassseee.” “That’s the way,” London moaned. “What daddy wants, daddy gets.” My pussy stretched a bit further with the invasion. He was big…so fucking big. I opened my legs wider, desperate for more.

I slowed outside her bedroom to listen for a second before I headed for the stairs. I’d give anything to be able to stay with her, to find every goddamn scrape and fucking bruise those bastards had inflicted. I wanted to be the kind of man who kissed those wounds better and whispered promises to keep her safe. But I wasn’t that man. I wasn’t anywhere near that kind of man. I was a man of vengeance. A man of wrath.