Page 59 of Royal Sons MC

Good lord, King Royal was a total menace to society with his deep voice and big, sexy body, and to top it off, he was sweet yet clearly liked to talk dirty. She wondered if he actually did those things he'd said or only said them for shock value. Before her mind could travel down that road, Ayesha entered her room, shoving everything into her bag. Glancing around, she realized she still needed to grab a cellphone charger and e-reader. If she was going to be away from home for a couple days, doing god knew what, she wanted her books.

Tiana's things took less time since she wasn't there to choose, and she was a teenage girl. They were creatures of habit, or at least her sister had been. Grabbing whatever was in the front of the closet and on top of the dresser would guarantee they were things her sister wore. They shared bathroom supplies except for a toothbrush and razor, which she'd already packed when she got hers. She didn't have too much to grab in there.

Seventeen minutes after King told her to pack, she stood in her living room with two bags, staring at his back. He wore a leather vest with patches on it. His long legs were covered in jeans with leather chaps, hugging thick muscled thighs. She wondered how he hadn't melted in the heat during his ride down. His ass, though, the way the denim and leather perfectly outlined it, made her thankful he couldn't see the way she was ogling him.

"I'm ready," she said, clearing her throat.

"I know," King rumbled. "I've been standing here watching you stare at my ass for the past two minutes." He looked over his shoulder, pointing at the window and their reflections.

She shrugged a shoulder. "Not my fault. Your ass is really fine." If he wanted to embarrass her, Ayesha would do her best to not blush.

"Hmm, thank you. I think your ass is mighty fine too. It'll look even better with my handprint on it. Come here," he ordered.

Ayesha dropped the bags in her hands and walked to where he stood, not understanding why she was obeying him. "What?" she asked.

He bent and put his lips next to her ear. "Good girl." He licked the shell, making her shiver.

SHIT. HIS DICK SWELLEDbeneath his jeans. When he saw her walk out of the back rooms, he tried to convince himself she wasn't as sexy as he'd thought. He'd told himself she was too fucking sweet for the likes of him, and she was. Hell, she probably thought him spanking her ass was a joke. Little did she know he truly wanted to pull her pants down, lay her over his lap, and see just how her ass would look wearing nothing but his palm print. And that was just the start. The things he wanted to do to her, she said, were probably illegal. His sweet little thing had no clue, none whatsoever. Yet there she was, walking to him, obeying him without question.

"You always do what you're told, Ayesha?" he asked, biting the lobe of her ear when she didn't answer him quick enough.

"I...I don't know. Yes," she breathed, tilting her head to the side, giving him access to her neck.

King felt a primitive urge to beat the fuck out of every other man she'd allowed to dominate her. "Who? Who else did you let do this?" He jerked her closer to his body, one hand fisting in her hair while the other went to the rounded ass he fucking adored. He'd always preferred women with curves, loving to run his hands over firm flesh, feel a woman's body that could cushion his when he fucked them. Ayesha's petite little body was exactly what he liked, only better.

"What?" she asked, looking up at him, her tongue licked over her bottom lip.

"I asked what other man you have obeyed like you did me?" He gave another tug on her hair, giving an experimental bite of pain to see how she reacted.

Ayesha bit down on her lip. Seconds ticked by, making King think she wouldn't answer him. If she were his, he'd have had her over his lap and punished already. Finally, when he was about to let her go and step away from her tempting curves, a sigh burst from her.

"Nobody else. I don't know why I listen to you either, but—there's something so commanding about you that makes me do things out of the ordinary." She closed her eyes at the last word.

King lifted her face with a slight tug on her hair. "Look at me," he ordered, glad when she blinked those gorgeous eyes open. "There's nothing wrong with wanting to obey the right man. When we get Tiana home, you and I are going to explore this thing between us."

He wanted to say and do more, but he could hear the loud pipes of his brothers' bikes. That meant it was time to put his game face on and put Ayesha in the safety of his club while he did what they'd promised to do. "We're rolling out. I'm going to put you with my brother Duke. He'll take care of you while I'm gone. You will stay and do whatever he tells you like he's me. Understand me?" He gave her a little shake when she didn't immediately answer.

"Yes. How long will you be gone?" She rolled her lips in like she hated that she'd asked.

He let go of her hair and palmed her neck. His other arm held her securely around the waist. Shit, she was so damn tiny, fucking fragile. "Our plan is to go in and out quickly. I'll bring your sister back tonight, tomorrow at the latest." He didn't tell her they'd already begun gathering intel thanks to Keys or that the information they'd received wasn't good news. Rico was into human trafficking and drugs. The man wasn't a low-rate criminal but an international prick who preyed on young girls. Things could go sideways, but they had contingency plans. He hated to bury bodies, though. Luckily, they had friends who didn't mind. Sharks needed food, he reassured himself. He only hoped the girl was in shape to come home.

"I know you think you have to protect me from things, King, but I know what might...what she could've been through. It won't matter to me. She's my baby sister. Bring her home to me," she begged.

Unable to stop himself, he bent and covered her lips with his, coaxing her into a heated kiss. King felt her sigh of surrender moments before the hard knock on the door. He pulled back, nipping on her lower lip, licking the small wound, satisfaction filling him at her response to him. "Fuck, I could get lost in you."

He stepped back, putting a couple inches between them. His cock ached as he watched Ayesha lift her hand to her lips.

"I think I would like that," she whispered.

"Yo, King, let's roll," Duke hollered through the door.

King walked to where she'd dropped the bags, lifting them into one hand and turning to where he'd left her. "Come here." He held out his other hand. The need to have her obey him was strong. Shit, he wanted to own her.

Duke stood on the other side of the door, his arms crossed over his chest, leather cut on display. "You want me to go in your place?" he offered.

King shook his head and handed over the bags. "No, you take care of Ayesha for me." He pinned Duke with a knowing look.

"So it's like that?" Duke raised one brow.

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