KING(18)

He was the most terrifyingly beautiful thing I’d ever laid eyes on. With my fear of the dark, things always seemed scarier at night when my mind had a tendency to exaggerate the situation. But in the daylight King was more everything. More intimidating, more scary, more angry…more beautiful.

“You stole from me, pup. This is your one and only chance to tell me where the redheaded bitch went. You will pay one way or another, but if you tell me right now, you might just get out of paying with your life.”

My head was fuzzy and starting to spin. My life was on the line, but I could only seem to focus on trivial things. “Where are my clothes?” I asked.

“You stole six f*cking grand from me, you’re f*cking clothes should be the least of your concern.”

Holy shit! Six grand?

Fucking Nikki.

“Don’t play with me girl.” King wrapped his hands around my ankles and yanked, sliding me forward until I landed flat on my back. My arm stretched as far as it could without tearing out of the socket, held captive by the handcuffs. My other hand was braced on the bed, my breasts were again exposed. “Are you worried I copped a feel while you slept? Maybe I did. Because what you are going to learn is that I can do whatever I want with you, whenever I want. Because right now, I f*cking own you.”

In all the time I’d been living on the streets, I’ve had some close calls, some serious gut check moments. I’ve seen things that have made my skin crawl and my heart race. I was very familiar with feeling afraid.

Fear had nothing on King.

“Don’t keep trying to cover those pretty tits of yours. Last night, you were about to wrap those pretty lips around my cock, so don’t suddenly feel the need to cover up now. Even though, those little girl panties of yours have kept me hard since I stripped you down.” King leaned forward, bracing a knee on the mattress on each side of my hips. He cupped my cheek in his hands. I tried to turn away from him and he dug his fingers into my jaw and yanked me back to face him. “Do you want to know what exactly it is that I do to people who steal from me, who take what’s mine?”

“No,” I panted. And I didn’t want to know.

“I’d refer you to someone who could tell you firsthand, little girl, but none of them are breathing right now.”

Shit.

“I don’t know where she is, I swear. Please, just let me go.” I plead as I squirmed underneath him. I didn’t want to die because of Nikki’s stupidity. “We can work something out.” I said. I have no idea what exactly I meant by that, but I would’ve said anything to get the hell out of those cuffs and out of that house.

King looked me up and down. “I’m not interested. That ship has sailed,” he said, coming close enough to me to run a finger along my protruding collarbone. “You may be pretty, pup, and those eyes of yours get my cock hard, but you’re all skin and bones. Besides, I don’t f*ck junkies.”

“I’m not a f*cking junkie!” I screamed wildly. Being called a junkie when in the time I’d been living on the street I hadn’t touched a single drug, set me off like a lighter to a fuse.

“Bullshit! There is no other reason you could possibly be stupid enough to steal from me besides needing a fix. And I know you’re not from around here, because if you were you wouldn’t have even thought about taking what’s mine.” His voice grew louder, his glare ice cold. He thought I was just like Nikki. A junkie. He expected me to cower.

He expected wrong.

“I don’t give a f*ck who you are, *.” I seethed. “And you’re not as smart as you seem to think you are. Tell me something, who exactly was it who appointed you judge of all people?”

I thought my words would start an all out war but instead King didn’t look angrier, he looked only mildly amused. “Well you are partially right. Because when it comes to me and mine, I am the judge. I am the jury. And if need be, I am the motherf*cking executioner.”

His words hadn’t yet had the chance to marinate in my brain when my stomach took the opportunity to interrupt by growling loudly. King’s gaze followed the sound to where I hugged myself with my free arm around my mid section in an effort to steady the ever-growing ache. The dizziness again threatened to take me under, but I fought it back.

King was still sitting upright on his knees, straddling me. I sat up as far as the handcuffs would allow until my face was only inches from his. “Nikki is the junkie. I’m just hungry you f*cking *!” I spat.