A Kingpin Love Affair: The Complete series(33)

I watched intently as he reached over to the nightstand that sat by the side of the bed. I could hear him rummaging around but stayed still, the anticipation of the unknown causing worries to run rampant through my mind.

“Lift your hands and place them on the bed railing.” I did as I was told, his tone causing me to shiver. Jared was unable to control what we felt for one another. He commanding me right now was his way of regaining that control back. A red rope appeared in his hands and my stomach fell. Was he going to tie me up?

“Don’t look at me like I’m going to hurt you. I would never hurt you,” he whispered into my ear wrapping the silk around my wrists and securing me against the bars. Every rub of the fabric against my skin heightened my senses as the softness of it mixed with the hardness of Jared rubbed across my chest and belly.

“Please...” I begged and pleaded, my eyes bleeding into his. His fingers trailed down my chest and between my breasts, his fingers grazing my nipples as he passed them. He was taking his sweet time with me, savoring every touch as if it would be his last.

“Doing this…” His hands gripped my thighs as he centered himself at my entrance, “changes nothing between us.” I could feel him pressing against me and my insides quivered in every way possible. I didn’t care about the words he was saying because I knew they weren’t true. He was trying to protect himself, and I would let him think as he did for a short time.

“Do you understand?” His words were tense, and I shook my head yes, all while knowing this changed everything. Sex changed everything for me.

With his hands on my hips and his eyes locked on mine, he entered me as slow as humanly possible. I watched his body quiver with restraint as he tried to control himself.

Pain filled my belly, causing my hands to lock up and my body to tremble uncontrollably. Without thought, I squeezed my legs together as if I could make the pain go away while clamping my mouth to close in hopes no sounds would leave my lips.

“You didn’t tell me…” He growled, pulling out and pushing back into me as tenderly as possible. The push caused more pain to radiate throughout my limbs, causing the softest whimper to fill the air. Unable to handle the sting of him pushing past my barrier and the emotions surging through me, I turned my face away from him. Shame was riddling me, pushing the happiness away. His hand reached up, cupping my cheek so I had no other choice but to look at him.

“You should’ve told me.” He pulled out and re-entered me slowly, causing a whimper to escape my lips. His mouth descended downwards, swallowing my moans as his own. In that kiss, there was so much passion, so many secrets, so much love, yet so much hurt. In that kiss, I had every answer I ever needed. Jared might have been struggling with processing his feelings for me, but all I needed was this. When he kissed me, it wasn’t he kissing my lips, but him leaving an indent upon my soul.

With soft and subtle strokes, the pain subsided and in its place pleasure bloomed. His hands painted a picture against my skin that only we could understand. His lips devoured me, speaking to me without a single word. His body spoke the things he could never say.

My panting breaths mixed with his groans filled the air, causing my libido to go through the roof. Every slick inch of him could be felt in my womb. Our bodies mingled together, the slaps of our skin hitting one another were a song of pure pleasure.

He mended the broken pieces of me while I held us together like glue.

“Angel….” he said, placing a feather light kiss against my forehead. I could feel him pulsing inside of me and then a drop of wetness fell from his eye landing against my skin. In that one drop was his will to hold onto the past—he was letting it go.

As he came, he filled me with happiness, love—but most of all self-worth. I may have been promised to another man, bought and traded against my will, but I would never regret meeting Jared.

“Thank you,” I said aloud, wanting him to know him taking this part of me made me eternally grateful. He had no idea the power he held over me.

“No. It’s I who is grateful. You pushed me to my limit. Forced me to feel again and for that I am forever grateful.” I smiled just as he pulled out of me and rolled over to lie down beside me. He tucked me into his chest with his palm placed against my skin. The warmth of his flesh against mine calmed my roaring emotions.

His arms trembled around me as he held us together, binding us as one being. Jared was the one thing I had always wanted. He was that thing on the other side of my fear. He gave me that chance to open up, to be loved and cared for, and I in turn, took his hate and wove it into a love story so deep and true.

He had imprinted himself upon my heart.





Chapter Eighteen


Memories from just hours ago filtered into my mind, the force of them wrapping me in a blanket of warmth. Her moans and pants for more and the sweet nothings that fell from her plump lips reminded me of how much I didn’t deserve her, but how much I craved her. Being with her was like heaven and even if I knew I would be sinning a thousand times over by being with someone as great as she was, I would still do it.

She had a way of making my chest swell with feelings I had never felt in my entire life. She was attempting to heal old wounds, ones that had formed and scabbed over, again and again until a scar formed. She wanted to be my saving grace, and looking at her right now, I knew I would let her. She would be the person to piece me back together.