Page 25 of Dollhouse

My laughter fades and my tears dry as I stare down at him, aware of our position and the fact I can feel his bulge, and I’m sure he can feel my wet panties. Neither of us make any move to take things further, and for that, I’m thankful.

“Why are you trading me? What are you getting in return? Who are you giving me to? I deserve to know. You’re playing with my life.” I ask all the questions that have been lingering on the tip of my tongue ever since Rowen told me over breakfast that they were trading me like I was some fucking pawn, but it doesn’t make sense to me. I inhale a deep breath and hold it in, honestly not expecting him to answer.

“The Westside Disciples. They’ve been making an unwelcome appearance in our city lately. We’re giving you to them, in exchange for them leaving our city.” His answer takes me by surprise and leaves me with further questions.

“I don’t get it. A gang? Why would they want me?”

“I don’t know, but they do. And we have you, so it’s an even exchange.” I shake my head and attempt to climb off him, only to have him grab my hips and pull me back to him.

“It’s not an even exchange! You’re giving them my life!” I slap his hands away, and this time, he lets me go and allows me to climb off his hard body. I scramble away and stand quickly to my feet, crossing my arms over my chest, and pace back and forth across the room. “Why would they want me? I’m not involved in any gang activity.” I pause, turning to face him when he stands too, his height towering over me. He’s a giant, at least six foot five. I look like a child compared to him, and I probably look ridiculous with my neck craned to scowl up at him. “What do you mean by your city?” I ask, my arms falling to my sides. King shoves his hands into the pockets of his sweats as he looks down at me, looking at me like a predator who’s sizing up his prey.

Realization hits me like a slap in the face. “You, Eli, and Rowen… you’re the Triad,” I whisper more to myself than to him, his expression darkening as he stares me down, void of all emotion. His silence is all the validation I need.

I’ve heard stories about the Triad ever since I arrived. They’re ruthless gangsters that control this city. They protect those that need protection, and handle those that cause havoc. They have every cop and politician in the city on their payroll, and they’ve been suspected of a long list of crimes, but there’s no evidence. Even if there was, the officials they keep in their pockets would bury it. They control this city and everyone in it.

Rumor has it that Eli has connections to a gang in Wales where he was apparently born. But of course, there’s no proof. Everything I know about the Triad came from Cassie and other dancers at the club.

My lips part at the realization that I’m in the presence of the Triad. I wrap my arms around myself protectively and take a cautious step backward, away from King, which only causes a laugh to rip from his chest. “Don’t act scared, my little butterfly. It doesn’t suit you when we both know that you’re not.” He steps forward and I instantly take another backward until I’m backed against the wall. He pins me back, his hands on either side of my head.

“Tell me why the disciples, or whoever they are, would want me.”

“You know enough already,” he says in a husky whisper, his nose running along my jaw as he inhales my scent. “You smell like vanilla and sin. I wonder if you’ll taste as good as you smell.” I gasp, shoving at his muscular chest. He doesn’t even budge an inch. Of course I’m no match for him.

“You’re lying. You don’t know why they want me. You knew where I was, so you just decided to take me without any questions and trade me for control of the city because they’re starting to take over.” I’m feeling confident as I stand to my full five foot five height. “You don’t know anything. That sounds like a bad business decision to me.” He stiffens, and I know I’m right. A laugh slips past my lips at the fact I am able to catch something that he clearly hasn’t thought about.

King raises his hand, and on instinct I flinch, my hands covering my face as I press myself further against the wall.

“Butterfly…” His eyebrows pull together, the look in his hazel eyes sad and nearly painful to look at. “Did you think I was going to hit you?” I stare at him, but don’t speak. With a racing heart, I shove at his chest, and again, he doesn’t move. His fingertips trail along my jawline and trace over my lips. “Who hurt you, pretty girl?” He seals his lips over mine at that, and suddenly I’m weak in the knees and melting into him. I don’t realize I am crying until I taste the saltiness in our kiss.

Right there, I climb King’s rock-hard body like a damn tree and wrap my legs around his waist, my arms around his neck. His large hands hold me up by my ass as our tongues fight each other for dominance over the kiss. He carries me across the bedroom toward the bathroom and deposits me down on the counter. Our lips part long enough for him to remove our t-shirts, then we’re back to feasting each other in a frenzy kiss. Our teeth clatter, the kiss is bruising, and oh God, it is truly fucking perfection. Fire scorches my core as my body is awakened.

King’s hands slide down my body to the pajama shorts I’m wearing. He grips them firmly and pulls them down my legs roughly, along with my panties. My bare ass is on the cold tile of the vanity, my nipples hard, and my pussy wet and aching with need. He sucks my tongue into his mouth while his fingers slip between us and finds my cunt.

Parting my folds, he roughly shoves two thick fingers inside me without warning, causing me to cry out.

“Fuck, butterfly, you’re so fucking wet. Is this all for me?” The smug bastard smirks and all I can do is nod breathlessly. “Tell me what you want,” he growls against my lips.

I should stop this. We have no fucking business doing this right now or ever. I’m not thinking straight, this is purely my body’s reactions instead of my brain. This man has kidnapped me, I’m practically being held hostage, and here I am…being an easy hoe, ready to spread my legs for him. This isn’t me; this is not something that I would ever do. I’m not this type of person, yet here the fuck I am.

Trying not to overthink it, I push down his sweats and boxer briefs, watching in awe as his massive cock springs free, the metal in the tip staring at me suggestively. I watch him with a smirk, salivating at the sight. Leaning closer to him, I wrap my hand around his length and pump him from root to tip. “I want you to fuck me. Make me forget everything except your name as I scream it at the top of my lungs.” I surprise myself with my words. I’ve never been sexually confident before.

King growls, his fingers sliding into my hair and gripping it painfully. Yanking my head back, his lips kiss over my exposed neck, nipping and sucking over my delicate skin, all while he continues to thrust and curl his fingers inside of my pussy, hitting a spot that hasn’t been touched in far too long.

Our lips reconnect and like the greedy thief he is, he steals all the air from my lungs. “I’ll feast on your sweet cunt later. Right now, I need to be buried so deep inside you, I forget where I end and you begin.” He removes his fingers from my pussy and sucks them inside of his mouth.

Holy fuck, that was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. God, I’m so needy for this man.

His eyes hold mine and I watch him suck clean the fingers that were just inside of my pussy, groaning when he dips them in my cream and takes another taste.

King grips my hips roughly, pulling me to the edge of the counter, lines himself up with my wet entrance, and in one painful thrust, he fills me to the brim. I cry out, my legs wrapping around his waist. The burn of the stretch is a welcomed, delicious pain.

He pulls out and thrusts back into me, fully seating himself. His massive cock stretches me and touches my cervix, the feeling equal parts pleasure and pain.

With his hands on my hips, King fucks me with everything he has. The piercing in his cock drags over my G-spot repeatedly and sends a delicious wave of euphoria though my body. I lean forward and flick my tongue over both of his nipple rings, sucking one nipple into my mouth. He throws his head back and groans, his hand disappears between our bodies, and his thumb finds my clit. He rubs my sensitive pearl in a circular motion, bringing me closer to my edge.

“Fuck butterfly, you’re so fucking tight.” He pants, leaning toward me until our foreheads press against each other. My pussy clenches around him with a vise grip. It’s been months since I’ve had anything other than my fingers or a showerhead. I’d forgotten how incredible it feels to be pounded into another galaxy by a cock. “Scream my name. Scream my fucking name!” he roars, sweat beading at his hairline.

“King! Oh God, King!” I yell his name, our lips fusing together again like magnets. “Harder! Fuck, King. Harder!” I need more. I need the pain.

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