Cross (Dark Kingdom, #4) — Chapter no 3

CHAPTER THREE

CROSS

SHE’S DRUNK, BUT it’s not like I didn’t see this coming. I don’t even know the woman, but I could tell she was on a mission to drown whatever memories she has with Mitch. Can’t say I blame her. I’ve done it all my life.

But it was because of my father, not some bitch I loved and lost.

Falling forward, she trips over her heels, and I reach out to grab her.

“Whoa,” I say, bringing her to a stop. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” She nods, pushing pieces of her bleach-blond hair back from her face. Some strands have fallen free from her messy bun throughout the night. “I don’t remember parking this far out.”

That’s because she came with Jasmine. I didn’t park where they had.

“Here,” I say, stepping in front of her and bending my knees. “Jump on. I’ll give you a lift.”

She laughs, placing her hands on my shoulders, and then she jumps up onto my back. I wrap my fingers around the thighs of her jeans and hold her in place as her arms come around my neck. Her face is by my ear, and I can hear her breathing.

My cock instantly hardens at the sound and feel of her breath on me, and

sweat beads on my forehead.

Should have said no, Cross!

I try to think of anything else and slow my breathing while walking faster. I just need to get her home and drop her off. Get as far away as I can from Alexa, but the way her breasts press into my back, have me thinking of ripping that shirt off her.

We enter the parking garage, and I see some guys crowded around my white Pininfarina Battista. I’ve got the only one in town. They see us coming toward them, and they take a step back. “Nice car, man,” one says as I walk over to the passenger side door.

“Thanks,” I say before letting go of Alexa’s legs and tapping her thigh to release my waist from her grip. It physically pains me to do it. I want her

legs wrapped around me once they’re gone, but this time, I want her to be underneath me.

She slides in, and I make my way to the driver’s side. Starting it up, I look over at her. “Where to?” I meant it more as a “where do you live?” but what I wanted to say and the words that actually came out were two very different things.

She looks over at me. “Wherever you want to go.”

That’s an open invitation if I’ve ever heard one. Obviously, she doesn’t want me at her house, or she would have suggested that. “Kingdom?” I question, unable to keep my eyes from dropping to her legs as she runs her hands over her jeans. Her nails are kept short and painted black. She wears a silver banded ring on her right hand. It’s plain yet dainty at the same time.

“I don’t gamble,” she states.

My eyes meet hers. “Neither do I.” What I have planned for her is much more intimate. I mean, if she’s into a crowd watching, then that’s fine too.

I’m not shy.

She laughs, leaning her head back against the headrest, and smiles softly at me. Her green eyes drop to my jeans, and I refrain from groaning at the thoughts that run through my mind. My hand in her hair while she’s bent over the center console with her lips wrapped around my cock … “Kingdom it is.” Not wanting to waste another second, I take off, getting the hell out of here.

We don’t say much during the twenty-minute drive back to the Strip. I keep checking on her to make sure she hasn’t passed out, and every time, she’s looking out the window.

I pull up around the back of tower one, where the Kings and I have a private entrance. Parking the car, I help her out and up the fifteen stairs that lead to a set of black doors.

Her drunk eyes take in the white marble floor and black circle with the gold K in the middle when we enter the building. Lifting her head, she notices the mirrored ceiling and chandelier hanging in the entrance.

Nigel stands behind his black marble desk in the corner. Nigel is our right-hand man. He’s more of a father to us than our actual fathers ever were. Guess it didn’t take him and Titan very long to bury Kenneth. He looks up and smiles at us. “Good evening, Cross. Alexa. It’s good to see

you again.” I’m not sure how he knows her other than maybe he met her at Titan’s wedding.

“You too, Nigel,” she tells him as I scan my key card for our private elevator. Only a King has access to it. Other than him, of course. It opens immediately, and we step inside. I have to refrain from ripping her clothes off right here and now. Just a few more minutes and she’s all mine.

It comes to a stop on the Royal level to the suite that the Kings share. But no one will be here tonight. Titan hasn’t stayed one night here since he married Emilee. Grave stays at his house with April, and Bones rarely sleeps. I’m sure he’s at Glass—one of the many businesses he owns that we all pretend we don’t know about.

Stepping into our suite, I turn to face her. “Would you like a drink?”

She places her hands on my chest, gripping my shirt. “I think I’ve had enough.”

My hands go to her hips, and I yank her to me. The thought crosses my mind that this is a mistake. That she’s off-limits to me. I try to think of my best friend and how it would affect him. “I made a promise not to touch you,” I rush out, hoping she pushes me away.

She surprises me by smiling, and it’s anything but innocent. Her pretty green eyes drop to my lips before returning to mine. “I can keep a secret.”

Then her lips are on mine.

ALEXA

HIS HANDS GO from my hips to my thighs, and he lifts me off my feet like I weigh nothing. My legs wrap around his waist, and my fingers grip his spiked hair as I part my lips for him, silently begging him to kiss me deeper.

I moan into his mouth when he understands that I need more. His tongue touches mine, and he tastes like cinnamon. Mine has to taste like alcohol, but that doesn’t seem to bother him.

He starts walking, and then he’s fumbling to open a door. We enter a room, and he slams the door shut with his foot. It’s pitch-black in here. And I groan that I won’t be able to see all of his tattoos. I’m not one of those women who are self-conscious about my body. Either you find it sexy or you don’t, so sex with the lights on has never bothered me.

We fall onto what I’m guessing is a bed, and all the air rushes out of my lungs when he pulls his lips from mine. I reach out aimlessly in the dark, grabbing at anything I can find. I feel his shirt, and I yank on it. He helps himself out of it, and then I hear a belt being undone followed by a zipper.

Fuck, yeah!

I rush to undo my pants and curse myself for wearing skinny jeans— they’re too tight and a pain to get off. My drunk ass limbs can’t move fast enough. But then I feel his hands on me, pushing, pulling, and then he’s on top of me. And he’s naked. My hands run over his large biceps and to his back, my fingertips running over waves of muscles as he flexes.

My pussy throbs in anticipation.

He slides a hand between my legs, and I arch my back. “Oh, God …” I trail off as he thrusts a finger into me, quickly followed by another. He doesn’t have to do much to get me ready, and I’m not in the mood for foreplay. I want to be fucked—held down, hair pulled, slap my ass and call me your good little slut, fucked!

I reach down between us and find his dick. My hand wraps around the base, and my fingers don’t even touch. My breathing comes faster as I run up his shaft. Holy shit! He’s packing. I could cry right now because this is what I needed. I have no doubt he knows how to use it.

He lowers his head to my chest, and I feel his breath on my neck when I start to stroke him. My mouth salivates at his thickness and length.

He lets out a moan, and I pause. Slowly, I run my thumb over the head, and I feel … is that metal? He’s pierced?

I practically whimper. A Prince Albert.

I start to play with the barbell, but he rips my hand away with a grunt, and then he’s no longer on top of me. I’m about to protest when he grips my hips and flips me over onto my stomach.

“Yes!” I pant, past caring how desperate I sound. A woman should never be ashamed of what she wants.

I can’t get up on my knees fast enough for him. He’s yanking my ass up in the air, and then he’s pressing against my pussy. I lower my face to his bed, inhaling the scent of fresh linen. It doesn’t ease the throbbing between my legs. Before I can take in another breath, he pushes into me.

I cry out into the dark room as he stretches me to accommodate his size.

I’m gasping for a breath and reach my hands out in front of me, looking for

anything to push against. Finding a headboard, I flatten out my hands as he moves.

I close my eyes, and he pins me down with his front to my back, making it hard to breathe. Then he readjusts himself, ripping my hands from his headboard and brings them behind my back, holding them with his hand.

The room spins as he fucks me into his mattress.

I hear him talking but can’t understand what he’s saying over my heavy breathing and moans. His free hand slaps my ass, and I dig my face into his bed, not afraid of asphyxiation at the moment. I want to tell him that he feels amazing, but I can’t speak. Not right now. I can barely breathe. The room continues to spin, the alcohol clearly altering my perception of things.

But it doesn’t take me more than a few minutes before I’m crying out his name while coming all over his dick. He isn’t far behind me.

Once he’s done, he falls off next to me, and we both lie side by side, breathing heavily and covered in sweat. I can’t even find the willpower to roll over at this point.

“You didn’t use a condom.” It’s the first thing I say, and I’m thankful it’s dark because he’d be able to see how red my face is that I said that out loud.

“Nope,” he replies breathlessly.

I laugh at that and try to move my heavy limbs but still get nothing. I’ll have to crawl out of here. “Not worried about knocking me up?” He doesn’t know I’m on birth control.

“If it bothers you so much, I’ll wear one next time,” he says, starting to get his breathing back under control while I’m over here flopping around like a fish out of water. Legs shaking, heart still pounding, and sucking in breath after breath.

Round two? Yes, please. “Next time? Boy, aren’t you cocky?” I sure as hell won’t be playing hard to get.

I feel the bed shift, then his hand on my lower back. It travels down over my ass and my still parted legs, and he lazily runs two fingers over my soaked pussy. “You saying you don’t want that again?” He thrusts a finger in me.

I lift my ass, my hands digging into his comforter. A whimper escapes my parted lips. My pussy’s still throbbing from coming so hard. “Cross …”

“Yeah, baby?” he asks huskily before I feel his lips on my shoulder. He trails kisses across my back and up to my neck before a second finger enters

me, and I’m rocking my hips with each thrust.

“Fuck,” I moan, closing my eyes. Or maybe they’ve rolled back into my head. At this point, I can’t tell.

“Yeah,” he whispers before his thumb starts playing with my swollen clit.

“That’s what I’m going to do to you. All night long.” Then his teeth sink into my neck.