In Peace Lies Havoc (Midnight Mayhem #1)(88)

“You want to do this again?”

“Fix me,” I whisper, leaning into his lips. “I don’t care if it’s just right now. Just fix me, King. You’re the only one who can.”

“Why is that?” he asks, and his voice washes over me like silk, turning my limbs to mush.

“I don’t know,” I whisper, clenching him around me. “Maybe because I’ve always been and always will be yours.”

“Even if I can’t have you?” he asks, tilting his head. The light behind the shower door creates a perfect shadow for his sharp jaw.

I swallow down the pain those words cause me. “Even if you can’t have me.”

His lips fall on mine as he pins me to the wall with his hip. His kissing slows until I’m wriggling and panting for him. Soaking for him. And only him.

I reach for the buckle of his jeans to shove his pants down when his kisses go down my collar, down my sternum, and over my belly. His lips come to my inner thighs and his tongue snakes out as he licks me from the crease of where my thigh meets my apex and brings it straight to my clit, pressing against it with his tongue. He grabs my thigh and swings my leg over his shoulder.

“King,” I pant. “I want you inside of me. Please,” I whimper.

“I can’t,” he murmurs, flicking my clit with the tip of his tongue.

“Why?” I groan, even though I don’t want him to stop doing what he’s doing, my hands buried in his hair.

“You know how I fuck, P. I can’t be gentle.”

His tongue slices me in half down below before slowly circling my clit. I ride against his face, the water dropping down over us. His finger slips between my folds and I come violently, crashing around him. My release drips down my inner thigh, but my muscles release the tension.

Slowly, he stands back to his feet, his eyes solely on me. His focus eating up everything that is me. The intensity in the air shifts around us as we remain locked. I feel his finger swipe up my inner thigh as he stands, bringing his finger to his mouth and sucking off the cum that was obviously on his finger. It is by far the sexiest thing I have ever witnessed, and it being done by King? Deadly.

“Dance with the Devil” is playing now and I start chuckling, breaking the cackle of the intense atmosphere. “I’ve just figured out that you have a Breaking Benjamin playlist playing.”

“What?” he jokes, smirking. “You just figured that out?”

I shove him playfully, my eyes landing on the tattoo over his lower hip. My fingertip glides over it softly. “What does this mean?”

He sucks in a breath. “When I was getting my SOK tattoo, I told the artist to do this one, too. I wanted them done at the same time.” He pauses, grabbing my hand and pressing against the rose that doesn’t have much detail, bland and dying. “That’s Dove’s spot.” Then he moves his finger to the other one. The detailed rose with bright red petals and the smallest details sketched in. “That’s yours.”

I lean up and press my lips to his. “I love it. I’m sorry you went through losing me.”

He doesn’t smile or move. He remains passive. “I’d do it again if I got to have P here and not Dove. Trust me, having you alive is like I’ve been given a second chance or something.”

“Well, don’t fuck it up!” I holler jokingly, as I exit the shower.

King wraps a towel around my body from behind me, our eyes connecting in the mirror. It’s the first time I’ve seen the bruises on my face, but they’re still not as bad as I had expected. “Thank you, King.”

He remains focused on me. “Always, P. Just don’t make a habit of defying me.”

I smile gently and watch as he disappears into his room, leaving the door open. “The girls brought over some clothes for you. They’re on the bed.”

“The girls?” I ask, leaning against the vanity.

He nods. “Your girls. Saskia and Callan, and Rose. Kenan tried to get in, but I locked him out.”

“King!” I scold him. “Don’t be mean to my crew.”

King shrugs, ripping off his clothes. Instantly, my libido pings to life. Shameless. I am shameless. King is the cure for my broken and battered soul. One cannot exist without the other. Quickly spinning around, I grab the only toothbrush that’s in here and squirt toothpaste onto it, brushing my teeth. I sigh before rinsing it off and putting it back.

“Sorry,” I murmur, swiping my mouth and entering the room now that he’s changed. “That was a bit unhygienic, but I really needed to brush my teeth.”

“Considering my mouth has been on your pussy and my cock in your ass, pretty sure I don’t care.” He throws on new boots and gestures to the clothes. “Get changed and then we need to go have a meeting with Delila, if you’re up for it?”

I nod, reaching for the skinny jeans and T-shirt. I drop my towel and change quickly, ignoring the fact that King is probably staring at everything. Once I have my Chucks on my feet, we make our way downstairs. The talking and mumbling silence as I take the final step.

“Wow, you know, you guys are really discreet,” I joke, looking around at all of The Brothers.

Keaton is pacing back and forth, and when he sees me, he stops and takes three big steps until I’m wrapped in his burly arms. “This fucker wouldn’t let anyone near you for the past twenty-four fucking hours.”