Page 59 of Royally Lucky

“Do you know how to shoot?”

“I took the Hippocratic Oath, but if it came down to me or some asshole, I choose me.” She reached for the gun. “Whoa, that’s heavier than I expected.”

“You just point and shoot anyone you don’t know. Nobody should be here but you and me. If King or any of the other brothers you’ve met pop out, you shoot, and we’ll figure out what the fucks are after. Got it?”

She braced both hands on the weapon but kept it pointed down, then pulled it back up. “Shit, is the safety on?”

Kendrick shook his head. “Come with me instead. I think that’s the safer bet.”

She handed the weapon back, sticking close to his back as he walked through each room. The beating of her heart thundered so loud she was sure if there were any criminals in the vicinity, they’d hear it. They circled back to the door they’d entered when they arrived and reset the alarm with a few key punches.

“If you need to leave, you now have the code in your cell.” Kendrick held up his phone, showing her he’d texted her.

“I’m going to send you all kinds of dirty shit throughout the days. You won’t be able to get anything done now, mister.”

“You calling me names will get you everything. However, mister isn’t what you call me, mostriciattola.” His wicked grin should’ve warned her of his intent, but she’d been mesmerized by how his entire face lit up as he smiled.

He grabbed her hand, placed his shoulder into her stomach, and then she found herself over his shoulder. “Now, where was I?” he asked.

“Kendrick,” she yelped.

“Oh yes. Names. You may call me Kendrick, Sir, Master, or I'll answer to God in the heat of the moment.” His free hand came down on her ass, making her cry out.

“Oh my God,” she cried.

“You called?”

KENDRICK CARRIED SUTTONthrough the cabin into the primary bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him and locking the door before walking over to the bed.

His first instinct was to toss Sutton onto the large surface, but he wanted to strip her naked first. When they’d returned from taking out Frankie and the others, he’d rinsed off before going into the club to find her, not wanting to touch her with blood on his hands or body. However, he knew there would be times in his life when it would be unavoidable. He was the head of the Calderone Family. A title he excelled at. Other heads of families within the Chicago, New York, and even Los Angeles Crime syndicates respected him for his business prowess and the fact he took swift action against those who fucked withhim and those he called family. Sometimes, that action included bloodshed and loss of life. He wouldn’t apologize for his lifestyle.

“You’re too good for me, Sutton. I know I should let you go so you can find a man who doesn’t have the kind of shit I do. A better man would. I wish I could, but fuck, I can’t.” He brushed her hair behind her ears.

“I wouldn’t let you. Before you, I would’ve been easily dumped and thought it was because I wasn’t worthy. I hate to break it to you, but I’m a clingy, kick you in the dick eye if you try to dump me kind of bitch. Sorry, but you’re stuck with me like an STI that won’t go away.”

He scrunched up his nose. “Baby girl, first, don’t threaten to kick me in the dick. Second, I don’t want to get rid of you. And third, we will not be getting any damn STIs because you and I will not be fucking anyone else. So, I guess we agree on that. Now, why are we both overdressed still?”

She reached for the hem of her shirt, pulled it over her head, and let it fall to the floor. “I have no clue. The last one, nekkid, is on top.”

He stepped back, watching as she shimmied out of her jeans. With unhurried moves, he pulled his shirt off, adding it to her pile. While she struggled to remove her shoes, he kicked his off and unsnapped his jeans at the same time.

He loved the way her breath caught as she eyed his body. Hell, he could look at her naked or clothed and never get enough. “Do you like what you see?” he asked, spreading his legs, watching her gaze fall to where his hand pumped his cock.

She licked her lips. “I can’t believe that fit in me. Did it hurt when you got it pierced?”

Kendrick wondered why she hadn’t mentioned his piercing after they made love or when she’d sucked him off before. Hell, most women loved the extra stimulation, but there were a few who couldn’t handle his size with the added friction. The Jacob’sladder went down the underside of his dick with four barbells spaced about a pinky’s width apart.

“Pain is a matter of mind over matter in most cases. I got them a long time ago,” he said, shrugging as he stroked himself.

Her tongue came out, licking over her plump bottom lip. He wanted to feel them wrapping around him while she licked him from root to tip. “I win, Sutton. You’re still overdressed.”

She let out a huff. “You don’t play fair. Look at you, stroking that thing and expecting me to have a sane thought in my mind, let alone be able to do anything but stare and drool.”

He moved closer, excitement fizzling through his body. “I know what I’d like you to be drooling all over.”

“Oh, God. Why does that make me wet?”

Kendrick grabbed her by the back of her hair, releasing his dick and pulling her body flush with his. She wore a pair of tiny panties and a bra, making him growl in need.

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