Owned (Blood Ties Book 4)
Owned: Chapter 37

London let out a deep, throaty chuckle as he lowered his head and licked my slit, leaving me trembling. I released a sigh and slid my fingers through his hair as he moved higher and drew my clit into his mouth. “Oh fuck.” My body jerked and shuddered, and my legs widened on their own. “Oh, Jesus.”

A moan resounded in the back of his throat. The vibration hummed against that sensitive nub as those powerful arms tightened under my knees and he pulled me close, until I hovered at the edge. “You think you can come in here and distract me like that,” he whispered as he lifted his gaze to mine. “You think you can—”

“Yes,” I answered breathlessly. “I do.”

There was a twitch at the corner of his mouth. “Goddamn brat. Let’s just see about that, shall we?” He slid his finger along my slit and pushed in. “Do I look like I’m messing around here, Vivienne?”

His brazen fingers stoked the heat. I couldn’t focus as my body clenched around his touch.

“Well?” he challenged, his gaze fixed on mine as he slowly thrust. “Look down, kitten. Do I look like a man who can be tested?”

I dropped my focus to where his fingers disappeared and shook my head. “No.”

“No, what?” he growled.

“No, Daddy,” I whimpered.

“That’s what I fucking thought.” He looked down, then slid two fingers inside. “You’re going to learn to obey me, Vivienne. Fuck me, but you’re going to learn.”

My orgasm barreled down on me like a storm. My pussy clenched as the rush swept through me. I was so close…so close…so—. I closed my eyes and whimpered, fixed on that sensation before he slipped his fingers out and left me trembling as I hovered on the edge of release.

I jerked open my eyes as anger flared. “Why the fuck are you stopping?”

He moved fast and stepped backwards, his fingers shiny and slick. With a jerk of his head, he motioned to the floor. “On your knees, wildcat.”

Jesus, my entire body trembled and my legs barely worked as I slid from the desk, took a step, and sank to the floor. I was so desperate I would’ve done anything.

“Only good girls get to come.” He fisted my hair as I knelt. “Are you going to be good for me?”

My pussy clenched as I looked up and nodded. Those dark eyes bored into mine.

“Good.” He opened his belt, worked his button, and shoved his zipper low. “Show me how fucking good you are.”

I reached for him as his cock sprang free. Fuck, if being on my hands and knees didn’t make this hotter. My core clenched as I gripped the base of his cock and opened my mouth.

“That’s it, pet. Open wide.”

Smooth skin slipped across my lips. He fisted my hair and splayed his fingers wide to cup my head, then thrust deeper. My breath caught and pressure built in my chest as he pushed in deeper, then slid out.

“Such a greedy girl, aren’t you?”

I opened wider, desperate for more.

He gently pulled me away by my hair, which caused his glistening cock to spring from my mouth. “Two fingers, kitten.”

“Yes, yes, two fucking fingers,” I snarled. “Please, just let me suck your cock.”

He smiled down at me. “Fuck, I love it when you beg like that. Better get used to it, wildcat. Now open that pretty mouth of yours.”

I did, panting and desperate. I slid my hands along the back of his powerful thighs as he pushed my head down. This…this is what I wanted. I was so wet, hovering on the verge of climax as he thrust all the way in and cut off my air.

“Through your nose, pet.” He held my head gently then released me and slid out. Saliva dripped from the head of his cock as I sucked in hard breaths.

“You’re going to be the end of me,” he murmured, looking down. “Desk, wildcat, don’t make me ask you twice.

I’d never moved so fast in my life. My knees trembled as I scurried for the desk and turned.

“Uh unh,” he corrected. “Turn around, Vivienne.”

He was a locomotive as he grasped me around my waist, twisted me around with a hand on the back of my neck, and forced my cheek to the desk.

“That’s my good pet,” he growled and slid his finger along my slit all the way to my ass. “That’s my good…fucking…pet.”

With a brutal thrust, he drove all the way inside, making me buck with the force. My breath punched out with a whimper as I dragged my hands on the desk, trying to replace something to hold on to.

But London was ferocious and gave me no time to steady myself, just left my hands to flail across the desk and scatter files and pens to the floor.

He unleashed a savage snarl. “Fuck!” Thrust. “Those.” Thrust. “Files.” Thrust. “Were.” Thrust. “In…alphabetical order.”

His cock drove into my pussy with punishing blows.

And left me in a quivering, moaning mess.

I clawed for the edge of his desk as my orgasm crashed down and swept me away. I thrust my hips backwards. I was just a throbbing, needy mess. “Harder,” I moaned as my pussy clenched…”Fuck me harder.”

With a guttural growl, he thrust all the way inside and stilled as warmth spread. He eased his hold around my neck and his thumb slid away as he growled through shuddering breaths. “I’m going to ruin you, you get that, right?”

My breaths were too fast, my throat too dry. I swallowed once, then twice, as I lay there on his desk, unable to replace the strength to rise, and gasped, “I can’t fucking wait.”

His cum was warm and slick, cooling on the inside of my thighs as he pulled out. Then my belly decided it was time to snarl and howl as I slowly pushed upwards on shaking arms and turned to meet his gaze.

God, he was devastating. “Seeing as how I fucked you,” he muttered. “I may as well feed you, too.”

“Yes, please…Daddy,” I whispered.

There was a quirk at the corner of his mouth as faint sounds came from outside the study. London gave me a glance. “I like you…wearing my shirt.”

“Good,” I responded. “You better get used to it. I plan on making a mess of everything of yours.”

That quirk only grew bolder. I realized two things, how drop-dead gorgeous he was when he smiled, and how seldom he did it. The man had lived in darkness for so long, he didn’t know how to be anything else.

I slipped from the desk as he tucked himself back into his pants and adjusted his belt. The moment I slipped from the desk to stand, I felt him, sticky and wet, coating the insides of my thighs. I turned and headed for the study door, and felt London close behind. I needed a shower…desperately, and food.

But before I could open it, he placed one hand on the door and the other on the doorjamb and boxed me in. “Careful here, wildcat,” he warned as I turned and met his gaze. “Never forget what I am.”

I inhaled deeply and slowly nodded.

There was a heartbeat before he slid his hand away so I could open the door and leave. But as I made my way through the kitchen and headed for the stairs once more, it hit me. Had London just warned me about himself?

He did…

Hell if I knew why. My cheeks grew hot as I went to my room, stepped inside, and headed straight to my bathroom. My bed was still a mess, my underwear discarded on the floor. I’d gone downstairs to rattle him more than anything and ended up getting nailed on his desk.

Warm slickness spread between my thighs. I tugged his shirt off and stepped into the shower. By the time I was done, I stepped out, my hair washed and my body smelling of the deep, seductive wash he’d bought for me. Because there wasn’t a damn thing about me that London didn’t control.

Careful there, wildcat. His warning resounded as I pulled on a tight black skirt, sheer stockings, and a long-sleeved blood-red cashmere sweater and went back downstairs. Muffled voices came from the kitchen and the smell of food cooking hit me the moment I reached the foyer. Growls and snarls of bickering males filled the kitchen.

“You’re going to burn it,” London insisted.

“Who the fuck is cooking this?” Carven snapped as I stepped into the room, to replace Colt sitting on a stool on the other side of the kitchen counter, watching the theatrics.

“You don’t listen to me.” London shook his head. “No, that’s not how you flip a damn omelet.”

Carven cut him a savage glare, then froze as his gaze shifted to me, took in my breasts in the sweater, and turned away.

“What’s going on?” I took the seat next to Colt as he stabbed a sausage from the plate in front of him.

“Carven is murdering your breakfast and London is about to murder him,” Colt muttered, chewing.

“I’m not murdering anything,” Carven protested and stepped backwards as I leaned over and plucked a sausage from the spare plate in the middle of the bench.

Colt froze mid-chew and glared my way as I bit down on the sausage. “Mmm, these are good.”

“That was my breakfast,” Carven said carefully and watched as I took another bite.

I gave a shrug and popped the last of the sausage in my mouth as all three males watched me with ravening stares. “I was hungry,” I muttered, and leaned across the counter again to pluck a second sausage from the plate.

“Carven” London warned, watching as I grinned and bit down.

“That’s it!” Carven lunged.

But I slipped from the stool in an instant, unleashed a squeal, and raced around the end of the counter as the lethal son rushed me. I grabbed London, yanked him sideways, then pushed him with all I had. I caught the smirk before he careened into Carven.

I just threw my head back and laughed, shoved the last of his sausage into my mouth, and raced for the stairs. I didn’t make it three steps before I was hit by a tsunami and driven sideways before I fell. But I didn’t hit the stairs. No, Carven grabbed me just in time. Still, he pushed me against the stairs, gripped my mouth with cruel hands, and squeezed until my mouth opened.

“Mine,” he snarled savagely while he stared into my eyes and pushed his fingers into my mouth.

I bit down and clamped tight around his fingers. There was a curl of his lip as those blue eyes bored into mine. Slowly I opened and gave him enough leeway to pull the half-chewed meat from my mouth and place it into his. He slowly straightened, chewed, and swallowed as he looked down to where my skirt had ridden high in the scuffle and exposed the lace tops of my stockings.

But the dangerous son didn’t step away. Instead, he pushed the inside of my knee hard, throwing my leg wide. “Eat what’s mine again, wildcat, and I might just take it out on this sweet body.” He licked his lips as he stared between my thighs. “Only I won’t be sweet like my brother…and unlike your playtime with London, there won’t be any fucking safewords. I’ll smother your mouth and fuck you until you scream. You won’t like that…” he lifted his gaze and took a step backwards. “No, you won’t like it at all.”

He turned around and headed back to the kitchen as I murmured. “How do you know?”

He stopped, then turned his head to see me over his shoulder. “Because no woman ever has.”