Owned (Blood Ties Book 4)

“London?” I shoved upwards and stared at him as he leaned against the door. “Is everything okay?”

There was something dangerous in his eyes. Something…unholy as he pushed off the doorframe and stumbled forward, gripping something in his hand.

I glanced down, to see that black velvet box. I can see why you want to get your dick wet with this one…

That bitch’s words pushed in, but they were drowned out by the low snarl that rumbled in his chest as he stopped at the foot of the bed.

“You defy me,” he mumbled. “Every goddamn time.”

I glanced at the doorway, then turned back to him. Fear pushed in and I licked my lips. “Has something…happened?”

Had he somehow seen me and Colt? Was that why he looked so…angry? Heat tore through my veins as he leaned over and yanked the bedding off to look down at me. He scowled as he took in the caramel lace camisole and French panties. There was a catch in his breath before he met my gaze. Need echoed in his stare. I hadn’t ever seen him so…vulnerable.

“The harder you push me, the more I want you.” He dragged his fingers through his hair, leaving it tousled and untamed.

Desire rocked me to my core. The more I knew about him, the deeper that ache moved, until it throbbed between my legs.

He licked his lips as his gaze traveled down my body and lingered at my feet. “Do you trust me?”

My breaths deepened, but I didn’t need to think. “Yes.”

He moved, but kept those dark eyes fixed on me as he grasped my ankle. My ass slipped against the expensive sheets as he pulled me toward him down the bed. I could do nothing as he placed my foot flat against his chest and lifted the box.

“London…” I started, hating the sight of it.

If he thought I was going to wear that fucking necklace after that vile fucking bi—

He opened the case and reached inside. Something glinted from his fingers, reflected from the bedside lamp as he plucked the small chain free and dropped the case on the end of the bed. I met his gaze and froze. God, I’d been so wrong about him, so incredibly fucking wrong. I saw it now…I saw…him.

So cold. So unreadable. So fucking brutal…and yet, he wasn’t. Not to those he loved.

Because when this man loved…he loved fiercely.

He licked his lips as he lowered his gaze. Those large fingers worked at the tiny clasp before he draped it around my ankle and clipped it closed. I stared at the shimmer, my heart beating a thousand miles an hour as I realized what it was.

They were diamonds.

A lot of goddamn diamonds.

A pang tore across my chest.

I jerked my gaze to his as I opened my mouth to tell him, no…that this was way too expensive. I didn’t want this. I wasn’t comfortable with th—

The graze of his curled fingers stopped me. He looked down, brushed across the gems, and continued along my ankle. “You fight me,” he murmured. “You…answer back. You make me so—” his chest rose with a heavy breath before it fell. “Fucking horny.”

I froze at the sensation of his fingers as he moved up my calf and grasped the back of my knee.

“I fucking want you, and I don’t care about the contract…not anymore.” He gripped my other knee and yanked me hard until I stopped at the edge of the mattress.

All darkness. That’s what he was as he towered over me. All raw, unforgiving power.

He leaned forward, placed a knee between my legs, and rubbed against my core. “They can’t have you.” He ran his hands up the sides of my body and swept under my arms. “Because you’re mine.”

The pressure built between my legs as he grasped my wrists and pulled them over my head. “I saw you today. I sat in the car and watched you fuck Colton in my monitor room.”

I stared up into those endless dark pits as he ground against my clit and eased. “You fucked him well, wildcat.” Desire unfurled as he drove against me once more. “So fucking well.”

He dropped his body and pressed his chest against mine to growl in my ear. “You think I can’t have any woman I want? I could, easy.” His voice turned guttural. “I could’ve had a woman tonight. Fucked her in the bar. Probably had her friend join in too.”

White-hot rage ripped through me as I jerked my gaze to his. The stench of Scotch on his breath told me the truth. “Did you?”

Desperation creased his brow. “No. I barely even looked at them. They…they disgusted me.”

I want to fuck you. Those vile words surfaced, no wonder he’d loathed them, they must sound just like her, always wanting, always craving. I want to own you…I want you on your—

That burning anger cast white spots behind my eyes. “Do I disgust you too?”

He searched my stare and for a second, I was terrified he’d see the same desire in me. That confused look grew bolder while he shook his head.

“No.” The moment suspended in silence, until he gently rocked forward and rubbed his knee against my clit. “You don’t disgust me in the slightest. You…Vivienne, have the completely opposite effect.”

My blood hummed in my veins at his words.

“You, female,” he bent to whisper against my ear. “Drive me to distraction.”

“Good,” I snarled, somehow knowing that is what he needed…what he craved. He didn’t want a woman using him and he sure as fuck didn’t want a woman propositioning him.

No, London St. James was a predator.

Only he chose his kill…

And his mate.

Goosebumps raced across my skin as that pressure came between my legs, rocking and easing…rocking…and easing, until he pulled away and released my hands. “Keep them where they are.”

I was helpless to do anything but obey as he gripped the edges of my panties and slid them down. Lace rolled and slid down my thighs until he cast them aside and slid those big hands to my waist, captured the bottom of the camisole, and dragged it upwards. Soft lace grazed my nipples and made me catch my breath.

“Mine,” he whispered as he looked down while my nipples tightened into peaks. I closed my eyes at the heat of his breath. “Ours.”

Warmth closed around my nipple as he licked it. The sensation raced all the way to my clit, where it buzzed and throbbed.

“Ours to fuck, to own…to do whatever the hell you’ll allow us to do.”

Allow them? My breaths came far too fast as a moan tore free, until he pulled away. I opened my eyes to find his. “What will you allow us to do, kitten?”

His words were a challenge and a promise all rolled into one. “Anything,” I answered. “Everything.”

The slow, seductive curl of his lips made my heart flutter. “That’s my good pet.”

I grew wet at the name. “Call me that again.”

“Pet.” He lowered his head and murmured the word against my nipple. “Pet.”

My body tightened and hummed as he gently sucked, then moved down my body and kissed the bottom of my ribs, then the dip of my belly and the edge of my hip. “My good little pet, aren’t you?” He lifted his gaze to mine as he moved between my legs. “My pet, who lets me take her down to the basement and fuck her with my machine.”

He parted my legs with a push against my thigh and slid his finger along my crease. “You’re wet thinking about it, aren’t you?”

I could only nod.

“Strapped up, helpless and exposed. I’ll have the remote, kitten. I’ll fuck you how you need to be fucked.” His fingers came again, slid deeper this time and parted me just a little until they lingered at my entrance.

He pushed in until I moaned.

My eyes fluttered.

My breath was trapped somewhere between the thundering of my heart and the warmth of his mouth.

“Do you want me to take you back down there?” He pushed in a little further. “Strap you up. Take turns fucking you with the machine and me. A cock in every hole. How about that, kitten? Does that sound good to you?”

I bit my lip and nodded.

“Colt in your mouth, the machine in your tight ass, and me ramming home in this perfect fucking pussy.” He pulled his fingers free and lowered his head to lick my wetness. “Fuck, you taste good. Better than the finest fucking Scotch.”

I moaned and looked down as he licked me. He held that connection, then opened his mouth and sucked on my clit, driving my hips up from the bed. “Such a greedy little pussy.” The low vibration of his voice only drove me closer to the edge.

Until he pulled away and rose. My desire glistened on his lips as he worked the buttons of his shirt, those dark eyes fixed on me. Memories of this morning pushed in…you can look…

I wanted to do more than look. I pushed upwards. He stopped and held my gaze.

“I want to do more than look, London,” I murmured. “I want to…touch you.”

Pain. Disgust. Trust.

They all collided in those dark eyes until he gave a slow nod and let me place my hand against his hard chest. Thud. Thud. Thud. His pulse pounded, while inside my head was a kaleidoscope of voices. London saved my life. London rescued me. London…London…London…I closed my eyes and leaned forward to kiss his chest.

He cupped the base of my neck and speared his fingers through the strands until he grasped a fistful of my hair and gently pulled me away. “Wildcat…”

“Fuck me,” I whispered. “Any way you want to. I don’t care about the contract anymore. I just want you inside me.”

My words were torture. Sparks ignited in his stare until he leaned down and kissed me. No, not kissed…he consumed me. Hard lips took my mouth and bruised my lips against my teeth until they throbbed when he pulled back. He released my hair, tugged his shirt off, then worked his belt open.

“Same rules apply up here, kitten. You remember the safewords, right?”

I licked my pulsing lips and nodded as he pushed down his pants.

“Say them, kitten. Just like before.”

His boots were kicked off, then his pants, socks, and boxers were shed, leaving him naked. I forced myself to concentrate. “Ges for yeen…I mean, yes for green.” I licked my lips, mesmerized as he picked up his shirt and twisted the arms.

“Keep going,” he demanded.

“Yellow for we need to talk about it, and red for stop.”

He nodded. “Good. As long as you remember.” He held up his shirt. “Now, hands.”

I didn’t need to be asked twice. This moment had been a threat between us and now it was a hunger more savage than anything else I’d ever experienced. He used his twisted shirt as a tether and wound it around my wrists. In one fluid motion, he drove me backwards, then advanced like a predator to push me against the bed. He was all I could see. His darkness. His power…his beautiful, strong body.

I tugged on the binding, desperate to touch him.

“Uh unh,” he clucked as he stretched my arms high with one hand while he reached for his cock with the other. “I warned you before, kitten. I told you exactly what was going to happen between us. Now…you’re not going to be able to give the safe word just now. So, for this special moment, two fingers raised will suffice. Do you understand me?”

My mind was reeling as I tried to keep up.

“Use your goddamn words, Vivienne.”

“Yes.” I met his gaze. “Yes, I understand.”

A slow nod, and he rose above me. Still, I lifted my head, kissed his nipple as it passed, and brushed my lips against the faint silver scar that carved across his side. Was that from a knife? My pulse hammered. Fuck, this man was dangerous. He was so very…very fucking dangerous.

All that power. I kissed his stomach and looked down, to find his thick cock hard in his fist coming toward me. My core clenched at the sight. My mouth opened, and hard breaths blasted back at me from his hips. I closed my eyes, absorbed by the feel of the strain of my arms over my head and that smooth, firm touch against my mouth.

He was in control.

Always in control.

I opened my mouth as his cock slipped against my skin and pushed in.

“Fuck,” he grunted as he drove in deeper and forced my mouth to go wider until the corners stretched.

My pussy clenched and tightened as he slowly thrust and pulled out. I opened my eyes, looked up at him, and watched as his world was narrowed down to this moment.

“Don’t you make me fall for you, kitten,” he murmured as he thrust again, and watched as he pushed in.

I opened wider and swirled my tongue around the edge before I sucked hard.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he groaned.

Salvia pooled in my mouth. I swallowed with my mouth stretched wide and my tongue found a thick vein that kicked as I sucked. He unleashed a moan with the sensation, so I did it again and again, driving my head down until I couldn’t take any more.

One day you’ll choke on my goddamn cock and you’ll love it.

Fuck, I was desperate for him, ached for him. I licked and sucked until, with a groan, he pulled away and released my hands. Hard breaths claimed me as my mouth burned at the edges.

He tugged the shirt off and cast it across the room until it hit the floor.

“Don’t care about the contract, huh?” He slipped his fingers inside me. “Then I guess we’d better make this worthwhile.”

I opened my thighs as he sank between my legs. One hard jolt and he was inside, stretching me until I could take no more.

“Such a tight pussy,” he moaned as he eased out before he drove back in. His body moved in sleek, powerful thrusts. “Such a beautiful, tight pussy. That’s all mine.” Those dark eyes pinned me where I lay. “All fucking mine.”

My body stretched and clamped down, until he pulled out and slowly pushed back in. He rose up on strong arms and looked down between us. “Jesus,” he groaned. “Look down, kitten. Look at us.”

I followed his gaze to where we joined as his cock thrust inside once more and drove all the way inside.

“Gonna get my money’s worth from you, wildcat,” he murmured as he lifted those dark, unfathomable eyes to mine. “I’ll take every dollar from this perfect cunt.”

I moaned at his words and drove my body down. “Yes. God, yes.”

He held my stare as he rose above me like a god. His arms were a cage around me as he worked his cock all the way inside, claiming me, owning me the only way he knew how. The pressure built and my pussy clenched tight. I loved the way he rubbed me.

“That’s it, kitten,” he grunted as he thrust harder. “That’s fucking it.”

I closed my eyes as every cell of my being focused on the sensation as he thrust and thrust and thrust.

“Oh.” I bucked as sparks collided behind my eyes and ignited over and over again.

A second later, he unleashed a growl and thrust deep, held all the way inside…and spilled.

Warmth flooded me before he eased down beside me on the bed and exhaled hard. “Jesus.”

My mind floated. My body fluttered.

For a second, I hung suspended in oblivion until slowly, London turned toward me. “You okay?”

I met his stare and nodded…

Knowing in that instant everything would change now.