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To my utter shock, the biker leaned on my door frame in only his leather pants.
Chapter 10
Eve
Good heavenly days. Just one look at him, and I knew how he felt. I felt it too. Betrayed. Abandoned. Broken. No amount of escape or alcohol could help it. Disheveled, his long hair swept back behind his ears. One whiff of him, and I could tell he’d been drinking, but he wasn’t stumbling drunk. His eyeliner smudged in the corners of his eyes. The big bad biker President had been crying at some point.
“Kingpin, what are you doing down here?”
“I heard about what that prick Hallow did to you, love,” he said, his brow pinched.
Blowing out a breath, I didn’t want to talk about what happened tonight.
“Are you okay?” he asked, full of concern for me when I knew how he had to be hurting, too.
“Yeah, I’m finer than a frog’s hair.” I stepped aside, letting him in. I closed the door, so we could talk about it in private.
The door clicked shut. Kingpin stared at me like he always did, like he’d eat me up. Only this time his gaze penetrated my body, causing a primal response, an answer deep in my belly and between my legs.
Lord have mercy.
My chest heaved at the significance of my hearty response. It was only then when I realized I was in my tiny red satin gown, hardly covering my ass. Bought for my honeymoon, the slip had a big matching bow on the front. I must’ve looked like a floozy, but I was to be a present for my husband. My tits were practically out. I moved to wrap my arms around them, but Kingpin was quicker.
Treating me like I was addressed to him, he sprang on me. He took me into his bare, tattooed arms. His large, strong arms, I decided as his muscles danced against my skin. And not just that, before I could argue, his lips stole mine. Tasting whisky and cigarettes, I objected, but only for a moment. That moment promptly vanished and was replaced by an unquenchable thirst.
Whisky and cigarettes was just what I needed.
As I submitted, his kiss only became more intoxicating. His tongue piercing invaded my mouth. The bar swirled against my tongue. My hands went into his glorious long hair. Kingpin groaned in my mouth as he kissed me with the fever of not just a lover scorn, but a man determined to mend my broken heart. My fear and dislike of him fell away effortlessly because the sentiments weren’t truly there anymore. I kissed him back, thinking of the way he always regarded me. The way he believed in me. All the ways he cared for me became clearer in my mind as I let him devour me.
My body also thought kindly of him as Kingpin ran his ring covered hands up my thighs under the silk. Squeezing my ass, he drew me against the big bulge in his leather pants. I knew it well. You couldn’t miss the sight of it. Though it never appealed to me before, I’d been very aware of it. I found myself wanting him like the urge had always been there, floating just under the surface. So much so, that I had to deny it before. Because disclosing those wishes would acknowledge truths about myself that I wasn’t ready to own up to. I was too good of a girl to want a man such as this. Kingpin was more than just a bad man. He was one of the worst.
However.
My libido was tired from its unknown fight.
My cowardly walls fell.
My stomach twisted at the thought of succumbing to his powerful will.
Kingpin lifted me effortlessly, so I could wrap my legs around him. His immense erection hit even better now. I squirmed against it, needing so much more. His kiss never faltered, only screamed, he felt the same as he walked us to the wall. Pressing me against it, his hands were free to roam. Thankfully, they went straight to his belt. He unbuckled it, undid his pants, and he slid my panties to one side. We were finally flesh to flesh. Tingles covered my flesh at the very thought of where we were headed.
Kingpin wasted no time. I chewed his lips as he pierced me in one potent thrust.
Holy fuck.
My eyes watered. This time not from sadness. The biker’s dick had been just what I needed. Better than a shot of Jack Daniels any day. Kingpin’s big dick filled an emptiness, packed it to the brink and then some. The ring in the end of his cock wasn’t bad either. I marveled at the fire it helped build within me.
Kingpin froze.
Impaled on his big dick, the magnitude of it all threatened to murder me. I’d let the President of the Royal Bastards MC penetrate me. And the biker wasn’t finished.
Neither was I.
There was no going back.
Kingpin broke our kiss and started down my neck. His kisses were so tender as he delayed the inevitable. The biker’s breath cooled the wet spots he’d created.
He spoke against my skin. “I can’t believe you’re okay with this, with me.”
