CUT (New Adult Dark Romance) (9 page)

I leaned in and he bent downward, his lips crashing onto mine as I fell into his heavenly embrace. We tasted and grabbed and gripped and lost everything about ourselves in that moment. His hands drew upward, throwing my blouse up and over my arms, freeing my breasts as his hands ran across them with the tender firmness I was starting to truly appreciate. I moaned into his lips, our tongues dancing.

“Kattlyn, sweetheart, I…”

Black tried to pull away again, but I pressed myself into him harder.

“Don’t talk. We don’t need words for this.”

“I don’t want you to get involved.”

“It’s ok… I want this,” I whispered.

“God fucking damn you’re beautiful,” he said, his own hands sweeping over the fresh lines on my arm. “You’re too fucking beautiful to deserve this.”

Our moves were frantically alive and fierce as we grappled with each other, stripping away the clothes between us and falling into the bed. Heat rose as he drove kisses down my neck and breasts, stopping to draw one of my pert nipples into his mouth, suckling lightly before continuing down my stomach toward the center of my heat. He only paused briefly at the top of my thigh, taking a moment to kiss the three deep white lines I’d put there so many years ago. They were my first. Amateur. Carved with a dull knife and jaggedly ugly. Somehow, black seemed to know exactly what they meant…

But he didn’t stop there.

“Oh yes,” I gasped as his tongue found it’s way to my folds. He was insistent, driving between and separating my core as his impossibly soft tongue drew upward, tasting me, drinking me, attacking my hidden nub with wild abandon. My brain melted, hands wrapping themselves into Black’s hair and pulling him into my core. I sucked in my breath, rolling hips against his face as my world crashed over with pleasure and desire. It had never been like this before. Never a focus on my pleasure, only on how I could serve and how much pain I would need to inflict on myself to forget. I lost track of time as Black wrote love letters to my folds, tracing each and every line with his tongue, drawing me between his lips as the strongest orgasm of my life wracked my body.

Black shifted his weight, sliding upward, his lips tracing more kisses up and over my breasts and around to my neck as our bodies melted together. I reached down, desperate to guide him. His icy blue gaze met my eyes as my fingertips wrapped round him, drawing a gasp of surprise from my lips.

“Oh my god…” I whispered, holding the thick shaft on my hand, stroking it ever so lightly as I lined him up with my delicate tunnel. It was so heavy, so large, how could I even possibly…….

And it was pierced!

“Don’t worry,” Black said, seeming as if he understood my fear. “It’s a Prince Albert. It won’t hurt you… Do you want me to go easy?” Black asked, as if it were even a question worth asking.

“I don’t do easy,” I said back through clenched teeth, feeling the head of his enormous shaft pressing forward and stretching me beyond my limit.

“Fuck… You’re so fucking tight…” Black grunted, driving himself deeper with every little movement. My hips swiveled beneath him, denying him the slow entry he was attempting, impaling myself on his cock. It felt so incredible inside me, and as he started to move, I lost all control.

“Marcus… Fuck me Marcus, fuck me hard!”

I shouted out in pleasure, my voice singing as he drew back a long stroke and plowed into my deepest depths again and again. My fingernails dug into his back, clawing across him and drawing a loud cry from his lips as he drove harder and harder with every thrust. A moment later I realized what I’d done. A drop of blood was on my fingertip. I’d given him a new scar.

My heart was exploding inside my chest with every beat. I needed this man, I wanted this man, I had to be his. Every inch of me fell into him again and again as we collapsed into each other’s flesh.

“FUCK ME!” I screamed, my flesh quivering again and again as he grunted and thrust. My body was rolling as he shifted, lifting me above him and gripping at my waist. Black’s powerful arms pulled me upward and then back down on his long shaft, filling me deeper at this angle than I ever thought was possible. I leaned back, my chest arched above him as his hands reached up to touch my breasts. My hips rolled, his cock sliding in and out to the beat of my heart. Each and every movement was love, passion, heat, and desire. I shifted again, his cock pressing up against the front wall of my pussy, my g-spot overwhelmed by the sensation even as his thumb came down lightly on my clit, rolling circles as I rode him.

There it was, my orgasm crashed over as his cock thrust one final time, pulsations rolling down its length as he groaned and shook beneath me. My flesh quivered, milking his body, taking his essence and draining every last drop. I fell into his chest, my whole being exhausted and lost. My eyes closed with Black still planted inside me.

I was his. In a life spent searching for a man who could make me feel alive, who could understand my pain. I’d found him in the depths of my despair…

I was damaged… Just like him.

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I woke up with Black still beneath me, his breath warm on my neck. He’d never gotten around to making any phone calls. It didn’t take much moving to get him interested again, his shaft pressing against my wetness. Black moaned loudly as I slipped him inside me, and I let out the most pleasurable sigh as his girth spread me wide. We lay like that, wrapped in each other as I stretched around him, taking all of him…

I came hard, and a few minutes later, with a little help from my mouth, Black came as well, his seed spilling down my throat.

He stared at me in the aftermath, still drowsy eyed, and let out a little laugh. “You’re gonna kill me sweetheart … You know that, right?”

“Can you think of a better way to go out,” I whispered back? Black moaned as I rolled my tongue along the side of his shaft, cleaning off the last of him and savoring the smoky taste of his flesh.

“No… No I can’t.”

We laughed together, staying in bed and waiting on the sunrise. For the first time in my life, the pleasure had come without pain… It felt right to stay here like this. I never wanted to leave this room.

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After putting on one of Marcus’s old t-shirts that was long enough to almost count as a dress, we finally crawled out of bed to go get Blackfast. I shimmied into Mina’s jeans once more, determined to get out and find some new clothes today, right after breakfast. Stepping out of Marcus’s room to the main board room was a shock. The men were waiting, and they broke out into a little cheer.

“Bout fucking time somebody melted Black,” Acre said, laughing and patting me on the back. “Live for Marlo you asshole,” he said, addressing Black.

“That’s enough. Let the lady get to work, Penny’s already up my ass about getting some help with breakfast,” Black replied, smiling. “Go ahead sweetheart, I need a few minutes with the men.”

Breakfast went easier this time, and the eggs started looking less and less scrambled as I worked. Penny didn’t seem like she wanted to talk, so we worked together in silence until I finally couldn’t bear it any longer…

“Are you ok Penny,” I asked, throwing eggs onto plates as we worked like a pair of girls on an assembly line.

“Marlo’s gone. Everybody just acts like it’s no big deal, but…”

“I’m sorry Penny,” I said, my eyes watering. Marlo was one of the first people I’d met at the club.

“Course you’re sorry. It’s your asshole Jude that made it happen.”

“Jude’s gone now.”

We stared at each other for a moment before I took a step forward, and then, we held each other. By the time I let go, I could see the spark coming back to her eyes.

“I’m so sorry Penny…”

“Stop saying that. People die here Kattlyn. I’m a part of this now, I can’t leave, but you… You could run away right now and never look back. Why are you here? What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“We should feed the boys,” I said, turning away and grabbing the cart.

“Just don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Penny replied, bowing her head and walking with me.

We didn’t say much as we pushed into the room, and the mood wasn’t a happy one. The men argued about what to do with the Kings, and more than one was talking full on death and destruction, including Acre.

“We’ve got reports from all over the city, the Kings have pulled out of LA and we’re not going to go chase them down. We’ve already got blood on our hands,” Black said firmly, smashing a hand down on the table.

“They could come back,” Acre spat as a group of people shouted their support. “We put them in the ground now, and we don’t fucking deal with it later.”

“We go after the Kings now and we’ll have feds crawling down our ass. Carcetti is running the shipment through docs next weekend and we’re going to keep shit contained until that run is over. The club needs this to go off smooth. Funds are low since we stopped shipping guns. If the Kings show back up, we deal with it. Until then, I want this club running clean. No drugs, no unregistered guns, we scrape this building back to front and we run legit.”

“What about the next fights?” Acre replied.

“We don’t change a thing. They go on as planned. I want pat downs and metal detectors on the entrance.”

Black was standing now, the room silent as he stared down at the men. Clearly, there was some anger at his words, but I could see that they respected him.

“And you…”

I gasped as Black caught me rounding the table, pulling me into him tightly.

“I’m not having my girl up in here serving meals. If you’re going to be with me, you need to start acting like it.”

My eyes flashed to Penny, who looked dejected. “I just want to be useful,” I said, pulling away from his grasp. “I’m not just going to sit around eating bonbons on the couch.”

“Let her work Black, she livens up the place,” Ash said, his old battered vocal chords rough and choppy. I stared up at Black, expecting to see the possessiveness Jude would have shown. He would control me, take my freedom away, use me…

“Fine, you can cook, but I’m laying claim right now. Any of you touch her and you answer to me,” Black said, staring round the table. “She’s not for the club, she’s mine.”

His…

The idea spun round in my head as I got back to serving, handing out the last of the plates while Penny poured coffee.
What in the hell am I doing?
I thought to myself. Yet another example of my body getting in the way of my brain. I'd barely escaped Jude's abuse, and what do I do? I jump back into bed with the next dangerous man that comes around…