Owned (Blood Ties, #4)

by A.K. Rose

Harsh breaths moved through me. My body and mind were at war, fighting the urge to both take care of her and throttle the ever-loving fuck out of her. The woman was a goddamn menace. A pain in my ass….so why the hell was I so goddamn addicted?

Those brown eyes had shimmered with unshed tears, tears she’d refused to let fall until she was in the damn car. She was stubborn and strong. Not a person who’d easily bend…or break. One look at her past and you knew that. But I didn’t need to bend her, did I? Only over the damn table with my hand between her thighs… Jesus.

No matter what King wanted to throw at the Hale Order to get his buddy free, I’d still beaten him. I was the one who had Jack…and his daughters.

No more meals delivered to her room… No matter how much I’d enjoyed making them for her. It was time to test that defiance, stretch her until she reached her limit…then stretch her a little more. My breaths deepened with the thought. The hunger plunged all the way down to my cock. Fuck, I wanted to stretch her. I wanted her dripping, aching, and filled to the fucking brim.

I realized he didn’t care about the game anymore. He had something else to occupy his time. And for the first time in his entire life, I watched my twenty-one-year-old, brutally damaged son become infatuated. “You feel it, too, don’t you?” He glanced my way, those ocean-blue eyes darker than I’d ever seen them. But it wasn’t with jealousy, or rage. They were dark with desire. Because that is what she invoked in us, wasn’t it? Her bloodline be damned, this madness was deeper than hunger, crueler than greed.

Every stroke, every caress made me desperate to part my thighs. I needed him to look at me, needed his tongue, needed his fingers. Fuck, I needed his cock. “You going to come for me, wildcat?” he whispered, that low, careful tone tipping me over the edge. My knees trembled, inching apart. “That’s the way…show daddy what he paid for.” I whimpered and bit down on my lip, but it was too late. A trembling, throaty sound tore free as he pushed deeper, running his fingers along the edges of my pussy. “Please…” I whimpered.

“That’s one, wildcat. I’m sure you have a few more in you.” He licked again, and the warmth of his tongue danced around the sensitive flesh. He pushed my legs wider apart, all the way. “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.”

“Jesus, the woman makes me come like a prepubescent fucking kid.”

I inhaled hard and opened the lead-lined vault inside my head. The vault where I tucked anything good in my life. Because they had no room here in hell. Carven was first. Savage. Cold. Loyal to a goddamn fault. I tucked him away, followed by his sullen, silent brother. Then came the feisty breath of fresh air…my little wildcat, Vivienne. Only she didn’t go quietly, did she? She kicked and screamed. Blazing too goddamn bright and like a moth to a flame, I was drawn to her. Her feel, her taste, her fucking innocence. As I climbed the stairs and inhaled the fetid tang of cigar and cruelty, I shoved her into the safety of my mind-vault and slammed the door. I’d pay for that, I was sure of it.

I jerked my gaze up as savage rage rolled through me. “Get rid of the body and take care of your brother,” I snarled as I punched in a message. “You might not want to come home tonight.” I turned away, stomped down the driveway, and left them behind. “I’m about to throttle that goddamn woman, as soon as I get my hands on her.”

“Leave me, motherfucker,” I whispered, dividing my focus between the road and the illuminated map in front of me. “No way. I’m the one who is leaving your ass…and I’ll take out your damn gearbox with me.”

“Tell me…do you want my cock here?” I shook my head. “No.” He pushed in deeper. “I’m breaking the fucking contract right now,” he growled. “This is all they need to take you from me, you realize that? I’ll kill them if they try. I’ll murder whoever they send and they’ll never find the bodies. All you have to do is say the word. Tell me, I’ll break the contract even more. I’ll spread you on this car right now and fuck you. I’ll stretch you, wildcat. I’ll fucking stretch this tight cunt until there won’t be a goddamn second where you don’t remember it. Tell me to do it. Tell me right fucking now…”

“She’s not ready,” Carven muttered. “You have to make her wet.” Colt scowled and glanced at his brother. “For fuck’s sake,” Carven snapped, and looked away for a moment before he turned back. With a snarl, he strode forward, grabbed his twin gently behind his neck, and pushed his head down. “Eat her.” I shook my head as heat welled in my cheeks. “He doesn’t…” “Yes,” London answered coldly. “He does.” “You want to fuck, brother?” Carven’s eyes blazed. “Then you do it properly. You don’t get off until she gets off.”

“What have I told you about mumbling?” I shifted my gaze from her pussy to her eyes. “Use your fucking words, Vivienne…” Press. Release. “Use. Your. Words.”

“You’ve been such a good girl letting me play with you,” I murmured as I pushed on the handle then carried her inside to my bed. “I’m going to take care of you. I’m going to hold you so you can sleep. When you wake up, I’m going to shower you and feed you.” Love you… Fuck, my pulse was a goddamn train in my chest. 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.”

The guy didn’t put up much of a fight. Pity. I held Carven’s stare as all two hundred and some pounds of the fucker slumped in his arms. He let the guy fall through the open door before he heaved his feet in after him and closed it behind him. We both stared at the dark form on the back seat. That had been a surprise. Carven glanced my way. “The warehouse.” I nodded, but I didn’t move when he stepped toward the driver’s door. He stopped and turned my way. “What?” I met my brother’s stare. “I am not shit at roundabouts.” There was a chuckle. “Brother, you are so fucking shit at roundabouts. You just can’t pick a goddamn lane, swerving all over the fucking place like you’re tryin’a do your goddamn makeup.” I scowled, then stalked to the passenger side. “You know, sometimes you can be a real dick.” He flashed me a grin. “Yet you fucking love me.”

“You know all about us, right? Tell me, I wonder if in all your fucking knowing, did you find out we were a son?” My stomach clenched as I watched the realization hit home. A son… If he knew anything, then he’d know exactly what that meant. Born from a ghost. Raised in an orphanage. Tortured mentally and physically until it either broke us or created a monster…monsters just like us. Monsters London had saved.

“Fuck you,” the asshole groaned as sweat beaded on his brow. “You’re going to kill me anyway.” “Oh, that’s without a doubt. You were dead the moment you shoved a gun in my side and tried to make me sit in a car with my brother behind the wheel. The only question is…how long will it take. Will we kill you slowly as we draw it out for days, or do we kill you fast and end the agony?” He looked up at my brother and desperation glinted in his eyes as his lips curled. He said nothing for a second, until defeat moved in and caused him to nod. “That’s what I figured,” Carven muttered as he reached around for his gun. “Now talk.”

yes for green.” I licked my lips, mesmerized as he picked up his shirt and twisted the arms. “Keep going,” he demanded. “Yellow for we need to talk about it, and red for stop.” He nodded. “Good. As long as you remember.” He held up his shirt. “Now, hands.” I didn’t need to be asked twice. This moment had been a threat between us and now it was a hunger more savage than anything else I’d ever experienced. He used his twisted shirt as a tether and wound it around my wrists. In one fluid motion, he drove me backwards, then advanced like a predator to push me against the bed. He was all I could see. His darkness. His power…his beautiful, strong body. I tugged on the binding, desperate to touch him. “Uh unh,” he clucked as he stretched my arms high with one hand while he reached for his cock with the other. “I warned you before, kitten. I told you exactly what was going to happen between us. Now…you’re not going to be able to give the safe word just now. So, for this special moment, two fingers raised will suffice. Do you understand me?” My mind was reeling as I tried to keep up. “Use your goddamn words, Vivienne.”

No words were spoken. But the desire in her eyes said all there was to say. It was useless to fight this… Because no matter how hard I tried, I knew I’d never win. It was always going to be her. Always going to be this.

“It’s about time you wore the clothes I bought you, woman.” “And it’s about time you made it worth my while.” She lifted her head, meeting my gaze. “You smell like us,” I groaned. “Taste like us, too.” “Us,” she whispered, and the word rocked me. “I like the sound of that. Are you just going to stop, London?” I scowled. “Use your words,” she reprimanded, and a gleam of amusement shone in her eyes. “I’ll show you goddamn words,” I growled, and lowered my head to lick her. “How about Jesus Christ?” “Gotta earn that,” she moaned as I slipped my fingers inside and fucked her. “Oh, fuck yes, you gotta earn that.” It was my turn to smile.

I’d gone downstairs to rattle him more than anything and ended up getting nailed on his desk.

“What’s going on?” I took the seat next to Colt as he stabbed a sausage from the plate in front of him. “Carven is murdering your breakfast and London is about to murder him,” Colt muttered, chewing.

“Mine,” he snarled savagely while he stared into my eyes and pushed his fingers into my mouth. I bit down and clamped tight around his fingers. There was a curl of his lip as those blue eyes bored into mine. Slowly I opened and gave him enough leeway to pull the half-chewed meat from my mouth and place it into his. He slowly straightened, chewed, and swallowed as he looked down to where my skirt had ridden high in the scuffle and exposed the lace tops of my stockings.

“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.” He turned around and headed back to the kitchen as I murmured. “How do you know?” He stopped, then turned his head to see me over his shoulder. “Because no woman ever has.”

“Let me tell you something, wildcat.” Carven turned his head to seize me with an icy stare. “Listen up, ‘cause I’ll only say this once. It’s thoughts like that which will break you. You want to be a victim? Then keep acting like one. But if you want to be one of us, then we act.

“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.