“Ride me, beautiful.”

  I purred and tried to give him what he needed. I leaned toward him, careful of my wrists, allowing him fully inside of me again. With every move, my body fought for release. It was so intensely felt that I struggled to follow his orders. His hips moved to meet mine, taking away the last bit of resistance I had. I came violently as he hit the same sweet spot over and over. He didn’t stop after the first time or the second. He rolled us over, mounting me again, where he bucked me until my body seized hard.

  “Aah!” I screamed.

  He roared just as loud as he came as well. Spent, I passed out, trying to remember why we were in Vegas. We’d spent every waking minute wrapped in each other since we got here. I knew he had business, and we were supposed to talk about us, but none of that had happened so far.

  I was exhausted. We’d had sex multiple times throughout the night, leaving me without sleep. I counted the cluster of clouds outside the window until they blurred.

  His beard nuzzled along my neck, waking me from my slumber. “Get on top of me.”

  I blinked, trying to make sense of his words. “What?”

  “You’ve made me unbearably hard. Get on top of me.”

  “I’ve been asleep!”

  “I keep thinking about the sexy noises you make when you’re helplessly riding me.”

  Wherever the soreness was before was replaced by the deepest of throbs.

  “Get. On. Top. Of. Me. Now, beautiful sweetness.”

  I straddled him, and he moaned.

  “Now kiss me.”

  I did. He prepared his shaft before he entered me slowly. I appreciated it since I was tender.

  “Ride me.”

  Raising my hips and rocking back and forth had never felt so good. My hair showered around us as I leaned down to kiss him. He pulled my nipple with his fingers. I moaned into his mouth, and he moved his hands down to grab my ass, holding me in place as he rocked into me. He went deeper inside me, and there was no mistaking the sound of skin on skin as it echoed throughout the hotel suite. If he didn’t care how loud I was, neither did I. I was so close. God…

  “Please!” I moaned.

  He reached between us, teasing my clit. I gripped him tightly as I rode out my orgasm. He came, and his body's shaking tipped me again into a blinding whirlwind of bliss.

  Kisses along my shoulder and face woke me this time. He was holding me, and I closed my eyes again.

  “Yes, did you think I was going to let you go that easily?”

  “I don’t know, Ward. You’re all bad boy one minute, sweet man the next, and between all that, you ran. I want to believe in whatever we’re doing, but I can’t say that I’m completely sold. Then, you talked me into this trip and all we've done is have sex. We haven't conversed about our issues or rectified anything.”

  “I know this isn’t exactly the best circumstances, but I didn’t want to let it sit and wait. I thought it was best that we figured it out before our own bad thoughts could jump in. Plus, I needed to feel you and let off steam, too.” Ward kissed the top of my head.

  “We’ve done enough of that.”

  "Indeed."

  "How do we move forward?" Searching his eyes, I hoped I hadn't made up what we once had.

  "I was hurt, so I ran. You lied to protect a past you were running from. The answer seems easy enough." He tapped my nose playfully. "We run toward each other, instead of away. We talk things through, and act like we want this thing flourishing between us. No more secrets."

  I curled around Ward, putting my trust in us. We had a lot to talk about, but I had a feeling we'd make it back to how we were. It may look different, but the way we vibed would be the same. We were both willing to work at it. That's all that mattered.

  "Ward?"

  "Yeah, sweetness?"

  "Whatever happened to Jarvis?"

  The look on his face was priceless. He didn't answer. Instead, he rolled on top of me and kissed me until I forgot the question. When I was all worked up, he found new ways to invade my mind.

  If this was what it was going to be like if I was his woman, I was in for a treat, and I'd be helpless to be anything but his.

  And Jarvis? He could rot in hell.

  Ward

  “Nice to meet you, Jimmy. I hear from Jeremy and Miguel that there is no reason I can’t trust you. You did something for my brother and it gave me an idea. Did you do what I asked?”

  Jimmy was an older man. He thought he could avoid paying off his debt to the Savage Kings by coming up here to Vegas and hiding. He was wrong. Thanks to his daughter, his ass was saved as long as he worked for us. He’d been the gravedigger Turner used to get rid of the two pieces of scum that raped Ashley. Looks like we needed his services again, but in a different capacity.

  “I did. Everything is ready to go.”

  “Good.”

  A black Suburban pulled up to the plot hole, and Jeremy and Miguel hopped out. They dressed in street clothes, different from what I was used to seeing them in when they were managing the casino. Trust me, this job wasn’t something you wanted to wear your good shit for.

  They went to the trunk and pulled a babbling Jarvis from inside. He fought them as they made their way to the wooden coffin box.

  “It seems like you need an attitude adjustment,” I spoke to Jarvis directly.

  The cloth was in his mouth, rope tied his hands and feet, and he had new bruises. I didn’t know where they came from, and I didn’t care either. He was alive, and that’s all I needed. He deserved what he got if they roughed him up because of his unacceptable behavior toward Natalie, or either of my men.

  “From what I understand, beating women isn’t normally your thing. Just Natalie, or should I say Talia? Here’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to drop you into this box over here, and you’re going to stay alive while buried. If I come back in two hours and you’ve survived, we can talk about your future. If you’re dead… Natalie should have one hell of a lump sum to collect. Ready?” I asked, as if it mattered.

  Jarvis mumbled something, but it didn’t matter. They put him in the box, while he fought the entire way as much as he could while tied. We removed the cloth from his mouth just before the lid went on tightly. They lowered him into the dirt and threw dirt on top of him until it surrounded the coffin on all sides but the top. What he didn’t know was that there were small holes drilled up there, allowing him more air to breathe. I didn’t want him dead. In fact, I needed him to live, but he didn’t know that.

  Jimmy handed me a phone that was connected to the camera inside. He fought the box, though there was no way out. He did that for a bit before he calmed as much as he could. We left him there inside the box while the three of us went to the car and sat. I had Chinese waiting for me there, and I took my time eating it.

  “Jarvis is a detective out here. If this goes right, he’ll be in our pocket. I’m talking so deep that there shouldn’t be anything we can’t do out here. You’ll need to monitor him, though. If he gets in trouble, it’s your asses on the line. I know you’re doing good work in the casino. Dark Savage is our number one money maker out there. There are privileges that come with it, but also liabilities. He’s your first one. Don’t let him get comfortable, or he’ll think we forgot about him. I haven’t, and I won’t. He’s not allowed to leave Nevada under any circumstances, or he’s a dead man, especially if he comes to California. Got that?” I looked between the two men, waiting for any objections.

  “We do,” Jeremy spoke up first.

  “Anything we can’t do to him?” Miguel asked. “I’ve been working with Turner on apps and surveillance. I’m thinking bugging him 24/7 is the way to go. His house, car, family, his desk at work, everything.”

  “And I think you’re right. He’s a cop regardless, and he’s got a lot of pull and probably tricks up his sleeves. You’ll need inside his computers. Get with Turner on it. I’m talking about keystrokes and visuals. Phone taps and a tracker on his patrol and regular vehicles. There should be no reason this fool isn’t covered.”

  “Got it.” Miguel nodded.

  “Glad you do.” I sipped my drink and checked my watch for the time.

  When the two hours were up, we exited the car, and they got to work on bringing him up. As soon as the lid came off, Jarvis began gasping for air. Miguel and Jeremy pulled him up to his feet. Too fast, Jarvis threw up in the box. They let him go, and Jarvis slipped into the crap he’d just projected from his stomach. It covered him in filth.

  “FUCK! Get me out of this shit!” He yelled.

  “Talia?” I asked.

  “I won’t bother her again. She’s dead to me. Just please…” He squirmed.

  “Come near her, and you’ll be the one dead,” I promised. “I own you. If I need something done, you better make it happen. If you tell anybody about tonight, I’ll kill you and your entire family. 28551. Sound familiar?” It was the house number where his mom and grandmother lived.

  If Jarvis’ expression could kill… I’d be a dead motherfucker. Good thing I didn’t have to worry about that.

  “I hear you.” Was all he said through gritted teeth, with chunks of shit stuck to his face, making it easier to believe. His back was against the wall, and he knew it.

  “3429,” I said, digging the invisible knife in deeper.

  “Stay the fuck away from my daughter!” He yelled.

  “9466.”

  “What’s that?” He shook his head. “I don’t know that address.”

  “Your father’s house. I know you don’t get along with him, but your grandmother visits often enough.”

  “I said, I hear you!” He yelled.

  “Then hear me again. You’re already dead. I just haven’t buried you yet. One wrong move, and you’ll be right back in this box. There will be no retrieval. You’ll stay there until there’s no more air. After that, you’ll stay, and nobody will ever find you. You will bring half of your paycheck to these two gentlemen. I call it life insurance. If you don’t pay for it, you don’t live. One more thing…” I nodded to Jeremy, and he cut the rope on Jarvis’ hands. “Sign the divorce papers.”

  Miguel pulled them from his jacket along with a pen.

  “Don’t get any of your shit on those papers either,” I warned.

  It took a minute for him to get to his feet. He was a nasty mess and smelled of bile and piss. Shakily, he signed the papers and gave them back. Miguel examined them and nodded his approval.

  “Now, get the fuck out of here.” I dismissed him.

  Jarvis reached down to untie his ankles and almost fell back into the hole. If he did, there would be no saving him from that. I would not attempt to catch him because he would likely break his neck. He got out untied. He walked to the truck, and I stopped him in his tracks.

  “You’re not getting in my fucking car like that. Walk.”

  “I don’t know where I am. I don’t have my phone.”

  “Damn.” I mocked him as I got into my car, and Miguel and Jeremy got into theirs.

  We left him there. I circled around to make sure that Jimmy hadn’t taken pity on him. When I did, Jimmy was busy working on the box we’d left him with, but there was no sign of Jarvis. I drove off, going toward the highway, when I saw Jarvis staggering along. I blew my horn twice and sped off.

  That motherfucker was mine, just like Natalie. He’d lost more tonight than he’d ever had. I was a long way from feeling better about the son of a bitch, but this was a start. Now, Natalie would be safe, and we could focus on the magic we had created.

  At Dark Savage, I was there in an unofficial capacity. Natalie was on my arm, beautiful as always. She was checking out the DJ, Elle. She was what all the hype was about in here tonight.

  I’d been upstairs and checked on things like Perc had asked. There were no problems, and the guys were working at the casino like they owned it. Now that business was taken care of, I found Natalie on the dancefloor, and she pulled me close.

  “Honey, dance with me.” She pleaded while moving her hips to the song.

  “Maybe to something slower,” I yelled for her to hear.

  “No, now. Dance now.” Natalie turned around and pushed her soft ass into my lap while she moved against me.

  Was she trying to dance or fuck?

  She wrapped her arms around my neck, drawing me into her. I laced my arms around her stomach as she swayed her hips, rocking me into her plumpness.

  My hands traced her curves, gripping the softer parts and making her move against me with purpose. She was aroused, and so was I. She’d opted for alcohol tonight, and I wasn’t against letting her have a good time.

  Her hips never stopped moving, and I wondered if we’d both last the night. She licked her lips when I nuzzled her neck and sucked the spot just under her ear. When she moaned, it didn’t matter because nobody could hear her over the music.

  “Sweetness, I’m this close to taking you upstairs and taking what’s mine,” I spoke directly into her ear.

  “Yes, honey.” She slurred. Natalie turned around in my arms and pulled my mouth to hers. “You know I’m yours. She knows she’s yours. We’ve got all night. Unless…”

  Natalie looked down at my stiffening print, caressed it with her hand, and challenged me with her eyes. “Unless you need it now.” She bit the side of her lip, making me growl.

  I said no words. Instead, I led her upstairs to the office the Kings used here. I lowered her to her knees and unfastened my belt. Freeing my erection, she pulled it into her mouth and bathed it with her tongue. It was sloppy and wet from her clumsiness. Good for me.

  The bad part? She was fucking beautiful. She had a rhythm, kept her makeup intact, and looked like it was a regular thing in her routine. Too damn put together for my liking. When we were together, I wanted to be that force that unraveled all of that prissy behavior, tainting her for my pleasure.

  I removed her hands from touching me, held them up in the air, and bucked into her mouth mercilessly. She drooled on her dress, reddened my dick with her lipstick, and tears trailed her makeup.

  Better. So much better.

  She quivered, liking the loss of control. It’s how we both preferred it. I dominated her; she submitted to me, and I took exactly what I wanted.

  I withdrew, helped her to her feet, and bent her over the desk. Her heels gave her the perfect height to receive the punishing strokes I delivered once I was inside.

  Like a good girl, she looked over her shoulder and watched me. She was no longer the lady, and I wasn’t a gentleman. Here, doing this thing, the requirements were different. She’d be as nasty as I needed, and I promised to take what I wanted. She’d challenge me on it every step of the way, and I’d break her every time. Then it was my job to put her together afterward.

  She wasn’t begging and screaming. Just moaning and receiving. Time to change that.

  I lifted her leg, throwing her stamina off. She was taking me deeper than before, and I spanked her ass and then her clit, too. I gripped those perfect pin curls in my fist as I pulled her body into mine. She dripped all over everything, making me her proud man. She struggled on that one leg that was holding her up. That pleased me, too.

  I came first.

  She whimpered in need. More is what was required.

  I spanked her clit until she exploded like a good girl should.

  While she collected air, I took my time fixing my clothes and getting myself together.

  “Are we leaving?” She asked. She was a mess.

  “No. You wanted to dance.” I folded my arms and waited.

  She nodded, picked up her clutch from the floor, and sat on top of the desk. She took out a mirror, fixed her hair and makeup, and put herself back together.

  It pissed me off that she looked amazing when she was done. Like I’d never touched her. She pulled wipes from somewhere and even freshened up her pussy. Watching the entire thing made me want to fuck her again.

  “You’re too good at this. I guess next time, I’ll not hold back. Let’s see if you’ll be able to fix that.” I teased.

  “I will.” She winked at me, popped her lips together, and walked toward the door. “I’m ready, honey.” She smiled, tempting me to say fuck it all.

  Instead, I pulled her against my side and walked her down to the dance floor, where we enjoyed ourselves into the wee hours of the morning. Natalie was my kind of woman, a freak. So when we went to breakfast afterward, enjoying the darkness, she was all in.

  Her eyes lit up with a happiness that was absent the first night we spent together. Now, nothing held back her emotions. She was all in and all mine. There wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do to keep that smile recurring on her face. She knew it too.

  “Can I call you Edward now?” she asked coyly. Her hand stroked my beard, and she buried her face into my shoulder.

  I removed her hand from my face and kissed it.

  Though she stared up at me, not leaving my shoulder, her words were sincere, and so was her expression.

  “As long as you keep looking at me with those sweet eyes of yours, you can call me whatever you want.”

  She pulled her hand back to my face and pulled me in for a kiss. “Thank you for trusting me too, Edward.” She whispered against my lips.

  “Kiss me,” I commanded.

  She delivered the sweetest kiss, sealing this moment and giving my heart hope. I knew I was falling for her, and she was falling too. We’d take this one day at a time, building our love together.

  Savage Kings Series, Book 5

  Chapter 1

  Perc

  It wasn't like Domino to call an emergency meeting where we needed to use video call. The six other brothers were there in Los Santos-Rosa, California, and I was in Las Vegas, Nevada. I figured it was something extremely important. So I paced, waiting for everybody to get to the meeting room.

 

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