Her trust a dark syndica.., p.41
Her Trust : A Dark Syndicate Romance, page 41
The clicking of heels has my heartrate picking up, like it does every time I’m with Annika. She rounds the corner in a cherry red suit with a black blouse and those black shoes with the red sole that she loves so much. She is such a fucking vision.
“Rainha,” I greet, my voice lowering an octave.
“Boys,” she acknowledges all of us with a nod. “Come on you two, let’s go lay down the law.” She gives me a sultry smile as she passes, and I follow her out the door like a puppy dog.
The Kukri scumbag we have at the same holding house where Calvin Gregson lost his dick and his life is wheezing through a broken nose, slumped forward in his chair with his hands behind his back. Annika sighs disappointedly at him and waits for him to catch his breath. Annika and Lance Preston agreed that, for now, their only sure tactics are that any of the Kukris identified by any of the kids are pressed for information and killed if found on Talon or Dao territory. Hence why we’re here.
“I’m only going to ask you once more, then you start losing body parts,” she warns, coming to stand right in front of him. We sent the guards out as Stuart and I are capable of keeping an eye of him, so it’s just the four of us in the barren room. Stuart leans against the wall, hands in his pockets and face neutral like he’s waiting to meet a friend at a park, not watching his boss interrogate the enemy. “Why were you in my hotel?”
“Didn’t know it was your hotel, bitch. Just wanted to treat myself to a little spa break.” He looks up at her, giving her a bloodied smile.
She gives him that disappointed sigh again. “It’s idiotic that you show Volkov so much loyalty when he sent you to me to die.”
The idiot loses some of his bravado now, swallows hard and pales under the blood caked to his face. “He’s going to fuck you up so bad,” he tells her. “He’s going to make up for everything his brother missed out on.”
And I’ve had enough. I walk over to him and swing another fist into his temple this time. Then I hit at his ribs and stomach. When he’s gasping for breath, I knock his chair over to kick him again and again. He’s passed out before long, and I can feel Annika’s eyes on me as I continue letting blind rage drive my movements. It really takes no second thought to take my gun from my belt and put the bullet in his head. As a cop, I probably should feel bad about that. Good thing I’m not a cop.
Stuart takes a separate car home and I drive Annika and myself, the air charged in the car between us as neither of us say anything. Nor do we say anything when we get back to the house and I follow her up the stairs to her room, or when I click the door shut behind us and come up behind her, holding her hips to keep her body plastered to mine. I nuzzle her hair off her neck and then place wet kisses against the soft skin there. She tilts her head, giving me access to continue tracing up to her earlobe and when I’m happy she’s not going anywhere, I lift my hands to pull her jacket from her shoulders and down her arms until it falls to the floor.
She reaches round to cup the back of my head, her breathing deep and laboured as I stroke her over her body. I can feel her nipples stiffening through the thin materials of her blouse and bra and I tug on the pointed peaks hard enough to make her whimper.
“You like that, rainha?”
“Mmm,” she groans, arching her back to push her tits further into my palm.
“Want me to suck on them ‘til you come? Or maybe I should tan your arse and then fuck you with my fingers?” Keeping one hand on her breast, I trail the other down over her stomach and dipping into the waistband of her trousers. “Come on, rainha, tell me what you want.”
“Javier,” she breathes, rubbing her backside against my crotch.
I delve further into her panties and slide my finger along her slick seam. “Already so wet for me, huh? Tell me how you want to come, Annika.”
“On your cock,” she whines. “Please, sir.”
I freeze, the request so unexpected. “You’re sure?”
“Yes,” she says gently, spinning in my arms and putting her hands at the back of my neck and pulling me in for a sweet kiss. “I need you, Harvey. All of you.”
“So, you trust me?” I smile against her lips.
“Enough,” she says with a shrug.
I smile at her. “I love you.”
She bites down on her bottom lip, searching my face for something. “Say it how I like, Harvey.”
I lean forward, ghosting my lips over hers. “Ask nicely.”
“Please tell me how you feel in the way that makes my pussy clench. Sir.”
“Fuck, rainha.” I kiss her with everything I have, invading her lips with my tongue and nibbling on her bottom lip. “Eu te amo, rainha. eu estou tão apaixonado por você,” I mumble against her kiss.
Pulling her blouse up over her head, she lifts my own t-shirt, removing it completely. Dropping to my knees to pull her trousers down and running my hands up her smooth legs, I hoist one knee over my shoulder. I plant soft kisses on her inner thigh, making slow progress toward her sweet cunt. Placing her hands on the top of my head to keep her balance, Annika brings me closer to where she wants me and I smile against the silk of her panties. I lick over the material, kissing her through the barrier and she breathes a sigh of contentment.
“Don’t tease me, Javier,” she whines.
“Who are you talking to, rainha?” I look up at her sternly, but instead of back tracking and calling me sir, as she has so many times before, she curls her leg to tighten over my shoulder.
“You,” she says.
I raise a brow at her and pull at her other leg until she loses her balance and falls back. She’d land hard on her arse if I didn’t catch her, but of course I do. “Are you being a brat, rainha?”
Now straddling my lap as I kneel on the carpet of her bedroom floor, she hovers her lips over mine and reaches between us. “No, my rei. I’m being a queen.”
I thought she was going to free my cock, but she dips into my pocket and pulls the cuffs out. “You want me to restrain you?” I smile against her mouth.
“No,” she says, clapping the first bracelet over my wrist at her thigh.
I look at the metal surrounding my joint and blink. “What are you—?”
She stands, pulling me up using the empty cuff and leads me over to the bed. “I’m using you, Javier,” she answers sweetly, pushing me onto the mattress and threading the cuffs through the engraved headboard. “You betrayed me, Harvey.”
My heart starts pummelling, wondering if the last three months have been some elaborate revenge plan. “Annika, I—”
“I understand why,” she says, coming to straddle me and planting a soft and chase kiss on my lips. She guides my other wrist up and secures it in the cuff. “But while I’ve taken time to understand and learn to forgive, I’ve had this ache.” She reaches behind herself and unclasps her bra, pulling the straps down her arms and freeing her gorgeous tits. “This building need inside of me.” One hand squeezes her breast while the other slides down her stomach to dip under the waistband of her black silk panties. “And now it’s time for you to make up for all the pent up need you’ve caused.”
My breathing is laboured as I watch her hand move at her pussy and the other one paw at her own breast roughly. “You gonna ride me?”
“So hard,” she replies, biting her bottom lip.
She moves to kneel between my legs and pulls at my jeans until they slide down my legs. On the way back up she licks a wet line along my rigid length and my eyes roll back in my head. She comes back to straddle my hips and aligns the head of my cock at her burning entrance. Slowly and torturously, she descends onto me. It’s been nearly four fucking months since I felt her tight channel surrounding me, since I’ve felt her delicious weight bouncing on top of me and it takes every ounce of self-control that I have not to shoot my load as soon as she’s fully seated.
“You’ve got to hold it, my rei,” she says, sensing my discomfort. “I need to come at least three times before you’re done. Understand?”
I have never let someone else take control in the bedroom, but as soon as she starts sliding herself up and down on my dick, I know that I am willing to submit to Annika any day of the week.
“Answer me, Javier,” she demands, hovering so only the tip of me is inside her.
“I understand,” I swallow over my words.
“You understand what?”
“I understand, ma’am.” I groan as she sinks back down.
She leans over to kiss me. “Good boy.”
I’m dead. Absolutely gone.
Annika manages four orgasms over the next hour, taking breaks between each one, getting off of me and teasing me with her hands and her mouth to keep me hard but not letting me come until she is good and ready. It’s the worst but the sweetest torture I’ve endured, but when she releases my hands and allows me to roll her onto her back and rut into her like a crazed man until I spill my white hot load into her, every minute of pain becomes worth it.
“I love you, rainha,” I breath, pressing kisses to every patch of skin within my reach.
“I love you too,” she says. It’s the first time she’s ever told me and I can do nothing but swallow her words and kiss her until she tells me again.
EPILOGUE
ANNIKA
Stuart and I walk through the doors of the mansion after a long and somewhat boring day at the club. I’ve been dying to get home today but unfortunately, urgent business had to be tended to. The house is alive with sounds. Voices chatting and music playing, it’s so foreign to me but I decide immediately that I love it.
Harvey is technically back on security duty, but he stayed home today in preparation for this evening’s celebrations. Charlie comes out of the lounge and smiles when he sees us. “You better get in there, man,” he chuckles at Stuart. “Lorraine and Reece are playing Twister and it’s getting competitive.”
“For fucks sake,” Stuart grumbles, making Charlie and I laugh. “She’s meant to be taking it easy.”
“She’s celebrating,” I defend the woman.
“She’s going to be the death of me,” he says, striding into the lounge.
“How’s the birthday girl?” I ask Charlie.
“Hopped up on too much sugar, loving every moment of attention and asking about you every two minutes.”
I smile. “I’ll be there in a minute.”
He nods and heads back to the lounge where there seems to be a heated debate going on. I plan to sneak up to my room to change before I join everyone, but I’m ambushed.
“Anni!” Keeley comes skidding round the corner.
“Happy birthday,” I laugh, catching her before she face-plants the hardwood.
“Harvey said we had to wait for you until we do the cake.”
I laugh. “Oh, so that’s why you’ve been impatient for me.”
“No!” She shakes her head vehemently. “I missed you!”
“That’s good,” I say kissing the top of her head. “I missed you too.”
“Come and do cake now,” she demands.
“Let me change first, have you eaten anything that isn’t sugar based today?”
She searches her brain before sheepishly shaking her head.
“I’d feel better if you ate something else before we dive into cake, Kee. Could you do that for me?”
“Okay.” She runs away again, narrowly missing a collision with Mabel as she comes out to the hall.
“Hey,” my eldest says with a smile.
“Hi.” We give each other a one-armed hug. “You having a good day?”
“Yeah.” She chuckles. “Keeley is going to be hyper for a week after this, she’s never had such a good birthday. Harvey is determined to say yes to everything. He’s watched The Princess and the Frog twice today.”
I laugh. “I’m sure he appreciated that.”
“Speak of the devil.” Mabel looks to the kitchen where Harvey emerges, smiling wide as he sees us coming toward him with our arms around each other.
“There are my girls.” Why that gives me a flutter in belly, I may never understand but it does and with it comes a girlish smile I never thought myself capable of. Harvey leans in and gives me a quick kiss. His nose never healed quite right and still has a slight kink that I find more attractive than the perfectly straight
“Eurgh, get a room,” Mabel says with a mock disgust, dodging as Harvey lunges for her and giggling furiously when he catches her and hikes her up around her waist.
“How about the pool room?” he asks, barely struggling against her attempts to get away. “Fancy a dip, ursa?”
“Don’t you dare!” she gasps through laughing.
He puts her down, giving her a nudge toward the kitchen. “Next time you cheek me, I will,” he calls after her, turning back to me to find me smirking at him. “How about you, rainha? You going to cheek me?”
I wrap my arms around his neck and push my body to his. “I wouldn’t dare.”
“Hm.” He narrows his eyes at me. “You lie.”
I kiss him and take a moment to lean my forehead on his, breathing in his familiarity. “Did you speak to them?”
He chuckles. “No, rainha. I told you, you’ve got to do it.”
I glare at him. “Last time I checked, you’re supposed to take orders from me.”
“It should come from you. They’ll want to thank you.”
I screw my face up. “I know.”
He laughs again. “It’s not so bad. Although, fair warning, Guinevere will probably want to hug you. You should prepare yourself.”
“You think you know me so well.”
“I do.” He kisses me again and threads his fingers through mine, pulling me into the kitchen so I can’t escape.
There have definitely been more people around my home over the last few months but today they’re all here at the same time and it’s…overwhelming. Diamond comes by often, bringing Pippa over to see the girls and spending time with Lee and Guinevere. I feel like she’s planning a wedding in her mind even though there have been no proposals, to my knowledge. Stuart’s obviously been around a lot anyway, but now Lorraine often comes by with the boys and spends times with the kids, letting Guinevere have a break on the weekends when I’m not around. I was a little hesitant when Harvey first invited Den over for a poker night he hosted for Stuart, Lee, and Den and it felt strange having an employee from the club come to my house. As Harvey officially moved in six months ago, I can hardly stop him from using the house how he wants. Den and Harvey are now such good friends that we even had him and Candy over for dinner, Guinevere and Lee sitting to eat with us. Who am I?
I give a small wave over to the couple now, they return the gesture before going back to their conversation with Mabel. Keeley has found a party hat since rejoining the party and is sat on Stuart’s knee as Reece and Charlie set up a board game in front of them. I squeeze Harvey’s hand and he turns to give me a warm smile.
“Lee, Guinevere, can I speak to you please?” I say to them both where they stand by the kitchen island. They follow me out to the sound of Stuart teasing about them being in trouble and a titter of laughter as I assume Lee flips him off.
We head into my office, and I sit behind my desk, the two of them taking the seats opposite. I try to suppress my smile when I see genuine fear in both of their eyes. “Everything okay?” Lee asks cautiously.
“How is the renovation on the new cottage going?” I ask, ignoring his question. The house has been finished for a while and we rebuilt the original cottage where Lee and a couple other of my men lived but I put in the instruction to build a second cottage right at the back of the property a few months ago.
“It’s all good,” Lee answers. “The contractor just wants to know about finishes now; kitchen, flooring, that sort of stuff. I can get him to send you some options?”
“That won’t be necessary,” I sigh. “You should choose.”
They both blink at me and then look at each other, confused. “Me?” Lee says, pointing to his own chest.
“Well, I would suggest you let Guinevere have a say.”
“Um,” Guinevere gapes, unsure what to say.
Rolling my shoulders and trying to appear a little more relaxed, I turn to them with a small smile. “The second cottage is for you, for you both.”
They stare back with matching shocked expressions. I’m suddenly wondering if I may have over stepped.
“I mean,” I try to backtrack. “If you want to live together, that is. Maybe you don’t. But if you decide you want it, you can move in whenever you’re ready.”
“Anni,” Guinevere sobs. My eyes catch hers and she’s crying. Have I messed this up that badly?
“Ma’am,” Lee chokes out. “That is…I mean, we are…”
Guinevere stands, coming round to my side of the desk and wrap her arms around my shoulders. “Thank you so much.”
I pat her arm awkwardly. “Yes, well. Don’t thank me too much, it’s all part of an elaborate plot to make sure neither of you leave.”
They both chuckle and Guinevere goes back to her seat, reaching for Lee’s hand. “This is incredible,” she marvels. “And I told you, I’m not leaving until you ask me to.”
“Stuck with us for life,” Lee agrees with a bright smile. He then looks to Guinevere with a look I can’t interpret and she nods.
“This might be the best time to tell you then.” She takes a deep breath and levels me with a serious eye. “We’re expecting.”
“Expecting?” I ask, waiting for the end of that sentence. “Expecting what?” A pay rise?
“A baby, Annika,” Guinevere laughs.
My jaw drops. “Oh.”
“But don’t worry,” she adds quickly. “I will manage to keep working, I won’t let you down.”
Let me down? That’s what she’s thinking right now?
I stand, my legs moving without thought and come to a stand in front of her chair. I don’t really know how to do this. “Stand up,” I bark.
They both do and I pull Guinevere into a hug, squeezing her tight and letting her do the same to me. “I’m so happy for you,” I whisper against her hair, and I feel the wetness of her eyes at my shoulder. When we break away, I give Lee a hug too. He’s a bit more awkward but smiles down at me with his own tears filling his eyes.
