A Kingpin Love Affair: The Complete series(12)

In a moment’s time, I was lying on my back facing the ceiling as she rolled over snuggling into the side of my body. I wanted to sigh into the air above. It was going to be an extremely long night. I was so wrong to think I could fight off her demons by being here, though.

I was about to become the biggest, meanest, realest monster of all of her demons. My fists clenched tightly, my teeth grinding together to keep me from reaching out and touching her. I didn’t want this. I didn’t want to feel drawn to someone. Especially her. She had more baggage than American Airlines. Yet I found comfort in her pain, knowing for once, I wasn’t alone in the darkness anymore.

Slowly but surely, my body relaxed, allowing my breaths to come in slower and my mind to drift off to something I had never thought would come—sleep.



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Warmth covered my body in a blanket. A blanket that moved and was soft to the touch and had a nice pair of tits attached to it. My eyes popped open, panic seizing me as I tried to figure out where I was and why the f*ck I wasn’t in my own bed.

As I got my shit together and the panic washed away, I could hear Isabella’s shallow breaths. The events of last night coming back to me, reminding me of how I comforted her. I wanted to curse myself, yet I had never felt so refreshed.

Her body moved against mine as if she wanted to embed herself into my skin. We were spooning, her back to my front. My cock was stiff and had found his own home right between her ass cheeks. I wanted to apologize or at least say something, but what was there to say? All I knew was it was much more than morning wood.

Her breaths stayed calm telling me she was still asleep, so I took that moment to take her n completely. To look at her the way I had caught her more than once looking at me. I watched the movement of her body as she took every breath, staring at her full lips that were parted, her dark skin reminding me of mocha. I was growing harder and harder by the second. What was wrong with me? This was so wrong, yet it had never felt so right.

I wanted to grip her hips, pulling her into my groin. Getting as close to her as I possibly could, but refrained knowing it was the wrong move to take without her permission. I shouldn’t even be lying next to her, let alone wanting to grind my hardness against her softness. But I couldn’t pull myself away from her, not even for a second.

She started to stir, her body moving just enough to tell me that she was waking. Her luscious cheeks pushed harder against my cock, causing a low groan to fall from my lips. Her eyes popped open, the expression on her face was anything less than horror.

I was an *.





Chapter Seven


Isabella

I could feel him. Every single inch of his body was plastered against my own. Fear began to fill my veins. I had never allowed a man to be this close to me, so why was I doing so now?

I pulled away from his body, the warmth leaving me, the coldness returning as a tinge of sadness masked the fear. I had no reason to feel any emotions toward him, yet I did. I rolled off the side of the bed, pushing from it as fast as I could.

“It’s okay, Izzy. I wasn’t going to hurt you.” He spoke softly, his voice hoarse with sleep. His face was brighter than normal, and he even had a sign of happiness in his eyes, but that didn’t help to unthaw me. I was scared—more than that, I was afraid of what I was feeling inside of me. The dream I had last night was one I had many times before. It pushed me to the brink of destruction, centering on my first few nights in the trade. Tremors of fear racked my body throughout the night as I relived the terror in my dreams.

“It’s not okay. You were…” My face started to grow red, embarrassment taking over.

Jared rolled his eyes and had I not been startled from the bed, maybe I would’ve laughed. “I wasn’t doing anything. I heard you last night. You were screaming. I didn’t know what to do, but something told me to check on you.” I could hear the sincerity in his voice. Nothing on his face said he was lying, yet here I stood afraid to move. Afraid that if I did, I would be questioned about that single movement.

“I…” I stumbled over my words unable to get them out properly, my hands wringing together in front of me. We had gone from enemies to two people sharing the same bed overnight. It felt perfect and wrong all at the same time.

“You what? I wasn’t going to do anything to you…” He paused, his voice bordering on angry. “I mean if you’re worried about this…” He pointed to his penis and I about choked. I had touched one, even been told to suck on one, but I was afraid of it. Afraid of what it meant, of what it did, and what it would cause the other women who were in the trades with me.

“It was against my skin…” I paused briefly. “My butt.” I was startled at the sound of my own voice. Had I spoken that out loud?

Recognition formed on Jared’s face as if he understood what I was getting at, outrage and dejection seeping into his features.

“I would never, and I do mean never, force myself on you or any woman. Morning wood is something that is extremely common for men of all ages. It doesn’t mean that we’re attracted to you, and it doesn’t give us the right to take what we want.” He didn’t look at me as if I was an object for his pleasure. Instead, he watched me most likely wondering if I would have a mental breakdown right this second.

What he didn’t realize was his words calmed me. He cared, even if he said he didn’t and even if I was afraid of what was forming between us I wanted to welcome it with open arms. I needed something good in my life. Something pure, something worth living for.