Bones (Dark Kingdom, #5) — Chapter no 17

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

MIA

I SIT IN Dillan’s passenger seat, my legs rubbing together. Unable to get comfortable. My skin feels clammy, my pussy throbbing, and I can feel the

sweat bead on the back of my neck.

Kink got me all worked up.

I don’t know why.

Bones likes a submissive. Matteo had said to me. I knew what he meant, but I didn’t put much thought into it. Now it’s all I can think about.

I catch him looking at me for a quick second before he places his eyes back on the road. He’s taking me home. Like a child in trouble, he’s driving me back to his house, where I’ll spend all day alone. I’m probably grounded and won’t be able to spend time with the girls.

I’m being punished for wanting a normal life. For wanting a little bit of freedom.

Hell, I’m a twenty-year-old goddamn virgin. I’ve never even used any toys. The only thing I’ve ever had to get me off was a showerhead. Well, I also used the jets in my father’s hot tub a few times, but that wasn’t the most comfortable.

He almost kissed me in Kink. I’ve never known that kind of need. My body was vibrating. My thighs clenched. But instead, he kissed my neck and then pulled away. He’s playing with me. Probably thinks it’s funny. I’m just a game to him. If he has to take care of me, he might as well get some fun out of it.

My eyes go to look over at Dillan out of the corner of my eye, trying to stare discreetly. He’s wearing a black button-up with black slacks. The sleeves of his shirt are rolled up to show off his ink-covered arms. And he’s got the top two buttons undone.

He’s unbelievably attractive. The kind of sexy that you know your mother would hate if you brought him home. But he’s also scary. Like walk faster down an alleyway if you saw him alone type of scary. That’s what

makes it so interesting. When you stare at him, your heart starts to race out of fear and anticipation.

A pair of black shades covers his face, but I can see the side view of his lashes when he blinks.

The sound of his phone ringing in the silent car makes me jump. Grave lights up his dash. He reaches out to the screen on his dash and hits answer.

“Yeah?”

“Find her?” His voice fills the car, and I roll my eyes.

Great. Now they all think I’m a runaway.

“Yes. We’re on our way to the house now,” Dillan answers, changing

lanes on the highway.

“Okay. How long before you get back?”

“I’m going to work from home today,” he announces.

“What?” I bark out.

The unintelligible sound that Grave makes tells me he’s just as pissed that Dillan is staying home to babysit me like a child.

I slump down in the seat and watch the city roll by while we drive down

the highway.

“What about tonight?” Graves growls.

“I have to be at Glass by seven. Then I’ll meet you guys there around midnight.” Dillan hangs up without a goodbye. I have a feeling it’s more, so I can’t get any information out of their conversation.

“I don’t need a babysitter,” I say when the silence fills the car again.

“Yet here I am taking you home in the middle of the day,” he speaks.

It’s actually not even eight in the morning yet, but I don’t correct him. I stay silent the rest of the way back to his house. The moment he pulls into the garage, I jump out and run to the bathroom.

Standing in the shower, I hold the sprayer in my hand, debating whether to put it between my legs. To get off. It’s been so long since I felt anything.

Since I was able to get any type of satisfaction from anything.

Why don’t I use Dillan? It’s not like I’m trying to trap him. Or take over his business to give to my father. And I know he understands that; otherwise, he would have shipped me off on the first plane out of here when I came running back. Or killed me already.

You know they’re my favorite. My brother had said. It’s as if they hold being a virgin over our heads. Like being a virgin is something they can

take at any time. I’m not holding it for someone special. I just haven’t had the chance to be with anyone.

I tried once, but Nite shot me down. He was always there and watching over me. He was the only guy I was around who wasn’t actually blood.

Even if my mom and dad had adopted him. But too much had happened.

I’m the reason he no longer speaks. So any chance I had there is gone. But Dillan? He’s something new. Something I can use to my advantage. Others have taken advantage of me, so why can’t I get something for myself now?

Making up my mind, I place the showerhead back in place and start soaping up my body, knowing exactly what I’m going to do.

I’m twenty motherfucking years old. Not a little girl. It’s time I act like it.

I walk through his closet. I reach out, running my fingers along his button-ups. Picking out a white one, I pull it off the hanger and slide it on.

The sleeves are too long, and the hem almost reaches my knees, but the material is soft and cool against my skin.

I don’t drink, but I wish I had something to take a sip of right now. Just to calm my nerves. I hate how nervous I am. Men like Dillan sleep with experienced women. I make my way upstairs, running my hands along the banister. Making it to the top of the landing, the softness of the carpet almost tickles my feet.

I look to my right and see his office door cracked. Taking a deep breath, I push it open and step in.

He’s sitting at his desk, his phone in his hands, and he’s typing away on it. I have a moment of panic. What if he doesn’t want me? This is stupid.

Why would he want me? I have nothing to offer him. But isn’t that what we’re taught from a young age—to use our bodies?

He looks up, his eyes meet mine, and he stops typing.

Refusing to back down, I force my legs to take me over to him. Dillan isn’t the kind of man who wants a timid woman. No. Many women would give anything to be where I am right now, and I refuse to be a girl anymore.

If I decide to fuck you, you’ll choose to remove your clothes for me. That was what he had said to me in the limo that night. I had no idea how right he was, and I refuse to take no for an answer.

His eyes drop to my bare feet and slowly run up over my legs as I come to stand by his desk. His neck tattoo moves as he swallows, but other than that, he’s completely still.

I can’t explain it, but the way he looks at me gives me the courage I need.

Stepping between his desk and chair, I lean my ass back against the surface, facing him. He leans back in his chair, his eyes meeting mine, and I

swallow down the knot in my throat.

His phone falls to the floor. “Mia—”

“I want you,” I say, interrupting him before he can turn me down. I’m going to become a woman today. Even if I have to beg him, I will get what I want. My father taught my brothers to take what they wanted. It’s time I live up to the Bianchi name.

“We shouldn’t,” he protests, but the way his blue eyes darken when they drop to my exposed legs tells me he’s fighting a battle I’m about to win.

Reaching out, I grab his hands from his lap and place them on my bare thighs underneath his shirt.

He doesn’t pull away. Instead, his fingers dig into the sensitive skin, making me shiver. “Are you saying you don’t want me?” I hold my breath, waiting for him to answer. He could deny me, and it would make our bad situation worse. Because I’d have to run away due to embarrassment.

He slowly stands, his hands making their way up to my waist, pulling the shirt up in the process. He towers over me. “It’ll hurt.”

“First time for everything,” I say. Everyone has to have sex for the first time. I want mine to be with him.

His eyes search mine, and doubt fills my mind once again. He doesn’t want me. I’m an inconvenience. A temporary problem that he’s trying to get rid of.

When he removes his hands from underneath my shirt, I feel tears start to sting my eyes, but he reaches up and rips it open. I gasp as the buttons go flying across the room, exposing my body to him.

His hands go back to my waist, and he runs them up over my ribs. My heavy breathing fills the room. My first instinct is to cover myself up. A man has never seen me naked before, and his blinds may be closed, but the lights are on. He can see every inch of me this close.

I reach out and wrap my fingers around the edge of his desk to keep them in place. I can’t give him a reason to stop now or make him think I’m not ready.

“Fuck,” he groans. “You’re so goddamn beautiful, Mia.”

I shudder at his words while his hands come up to my breasts. I’m on the smaller side at a B cup. I hate it. I’ve always felt self-conscious about them.

“Dillan,” I pant, my hips bucking on his desk, needing him to do something, but he’s just staring at my body.

His hand slides around to my back and up to my neck. He grips my hair and yanks my head back, and I cry out in his office, sucking in a breath.

He lowers his lips to my neck and tenderly kisses my racing pulse.

Letting go of the desk, I grip his forearms. “Dillan, please,” I beg, almost in tears. My pussy is throbbing, my legs shaking. I’m embarrassed and turned on.

His free hand grips my hip, and he wraps my leg around him, the movement causing my ass to slide toward him, and I feel how hard he is in his slacks. “Oh, God,” I whimper.

His lips trail up my neck to my jaw, and then he’s on my lips. I open up for him, letting him take control and have his way with me.

His tongue enters my mouth, and mine meets his with need. I want to taste him. To know what it feels like to be wanted.

He drops his hand from my hair, and they both grip my ass, lifting me off the desk. I wrap my arms around his neck while my legs tighten around his waist.

He carries me over to the couch and lays me down on it. His lips come free of mine, and I suck in a breath as he falls to his knees at the end of the couch. My heart starts to race. I’m not nervous. The complete opposite, actually. I’m starving for something that I never even knew existed.

Slowly, he’s pressing my shaky legs apart, and my hand instinctively covers my pussy.

He drops his head to look down at me. “You can’t be shy now, Mia.” He grabs my hands and removes them. My eyes are fixated on his as they take me in. His tongue runs across his teeth. Dropping his right hand to my pussy, he runs his knuckles over it, his skull ring cold against my burning skin. I suck in a deep breath at the feel of it.

He adjusts himself, lowering his chest to the couch, his head close to my pussy. “Dillan—” I gasp. “What …?”

“Are you telling me to stop?” he asks, looking up at me through his dark

lashes.

“No,” I whisper.

Keeping his eyes on mine, he runs his tongue over my swollen clit.

My hips lift on their own, and I slap both of my shaking hands over my face—embarrassed and impatient.

“Relax, Mia.” He gives the inside of my thigh a soft kiss, and I feel my entire body tremble. “This part isn’t going to hurt at all.”

His hands slide underneath my thighs, throwing my trembling legs over his shoulders. His fingers dig into my ass, picking it up off the leather just a bit. I drop my arms to my sides and take in a shaky breath, looking up at his ceiling.

My hips thrust on their own when I feel his tongue on me again.

I realize I’m gasping for breath and try to even out my breathing as I feel his tongue. This time, he pushes it into me, and I moan at the sensation of what I can only explain as heat and energy. Everything begins to tingle, from my fingertips to my toes.

My back arches, and my hands go to my chest on their own, cupping my breasts. He continues to kiss me in the most intimate way, and I begin to drown. Warm water rushes through my body, taking over. I close my eyes, and reaching out, I find his head. My fingers thread through his hair, and I pant. Hips bucking, lips parted, and body convulsing, I hold him, praying it never stops.

I can’t speak. I’m not even sure I’m breathing. Everything seems to go dark, like the wave has pulled me below the surface, holding me down.

Then it explodes. My pussy pulses, and my body breaks out in sweat and goose bumps.

Before I can recover, he pulls his head from my shaking legs and starts to undress.

BONES

I LICK HER off my lips, staring down at her on the couch. Her heavy eyes meet mine, but she looks far off. Dazed.

“Amazing,” I whisper, my hand cupping her right breast. A rough moan escapes her parted lips.

Sitting up, I grab my painfully hard cock in my hand and stroke it a couple of times, feeling the five barbells along the shaft—my Jacob’s ladder. I’ve never slept with a virgin since being pierced, so I’m not sure how they’ll affect her being her first time. But regardless, the sex alone will hurt her.

That’s why I ate her out first. I wanted her to be relaxed and already satisfied just in case this hurts her too much, and she tells me to stop.

Her heavy eyes close, and I lean down, pressing my body to hers. My hands come up to her hair, and I pull her head to the side, my lips finding her neck, trailing kisses up to her ear. “Last chance.”

“Please?” she begs, the heels of her feet digging into my back as she wraps her still shaking legs around me.

Leaning up on my left elbow, I reach between our bodies with my free hand and grip my cock. I press into her soaking wet pussy, slowly pushing the tip inside without even bothering to use a condom. Any rational thought leaves my mind at the moment. She’s finally giving me what I’ve wanted ever since I saw her in New York. It’s like she’s granting me a wish, and I’m going to be the asshole who takes full advantage of it.

My face drops to her neck. “Fuck.” It’s been so long since I’ve been with a virgin. I forgot what it felt like. There’s the resistance, her tight cunt gripping my dick in the best way. It makes my breath catch. Pushing my hips forward, I enter her a little more.

She arches her neck, a shaky cry coming from her lips.

“Stop?” I question.

She reaches up, her hands gripping my face, and pulls my lips down to hers. I open up, deepening the kiss immediately, swallowing her cry while I push into her simultaneously.

Pushing all the way into her, I stop and pull my lips away. My head drops to her neck and softly kisses the damp skin, giving her a second to catch her breath. And myself as well. She’s so fucking tight; I want to explode right now.

She opens her eyes, and tears run down her face.

“Mia—”

“Don’t stop,” she interrupts me, breathing heavily.

I pause, my hands cupping her face. “I’m hurting you.”

“I’m fine,” she reassures me, her body arching, pressing her chest into mine.

My cock throbs inside her, and I groan. My mind tells me to stop, but someone has to be her first, and I want it to be me. She chose me. I looked up from my phone to see her enter my office, and I thought I was seeing shit from lack of sleep. I tried to deny her. To tell myself not to do it.

Women like Mia bring men to their knees. Already I’m not thinking clearly.

Not using a condom. I always use one. She’s a virgin, so I’m guessing she’s

not on birth control. But that’s not going to stop me from coming inside her.

No way will I pull out. I wanna see that pretty pussy leaking my cum.

Sitting up, she reaches for me, thinking I’m stopping. “Dillan—”

Pulling her legs from around my hips, I shove my arms behind her knees and push them open wide.

She arches her neck, crying out, and I start to move. My breathing accelerates when my eyes drop to look at my cock inside her wet pussy covered in her cum. There’s a little blood, and I lick my lips, imagining placing my head back between her legs, but I refrain. I’m afraid if I stop, she’ll change her mind.

“Oh, God…” She trails off, her hands pushing against the cushions on

the couch.

“I’m not going to stop,” I warn her.

She shakes her head quickly, causing her hair to stick to her tear-streaked face.

My hips begin to move aggressively while I lower my lips to hers, swallowing the cries as I try to stop myself from coming too soon.