Wicked Pursuit: A Black Rose Auction Book
Wicked Pursuit: EPILOGUE

I’ve chosen my seat in the dingy bar carefully. I can see the entire room, my back is to a wall, and the low light of the place means no one is looking at me too closely.

Ruby sure as fuck doesn’t see me when she waltzes in an hour later. She’s dressed in a tiny red dress that barely covers her ass and has her tits threatening to spill out with every step she takes. No surprise that all eyes in the room are on her.

I sip my beer and watch her work. True to form, she’s opening herself up to whatever trouble comes her way. She leans on the bar, and her skirt rides up. My body goes tight. There’s nothing I want more than to stalk across the bar, toss her over my shoulder, and take her the fuck out of here.

That’s not the game we’re playing.

My hand drifts to the hilt of my knife. It’s all too easy to picture blood spraying the wall from the slit throats of every single person staring hard at the hem of her dress to see if she’s wearing any panties. She’s not. Even the hint of her pussy is more than I want to share with these fuckers.

But we’re not playing that kind of game tonight, either.

It’s a couple who catches her interest, because my girl does nothing halfway. The white woman is petite and even shorter than Ruby, a pretty brunette with a wicked smile and wandering hands. Her man is a white guy who’s muscle for the Sarraf family. I don’t know his name off the top of my head, but I’ve seen his picture in the dossier my family compiled before coming to Carver City. Nothing of note there, which means he keeps his head down and does his job.

I suppose there are worse options she could choose.

They take her to the round booth that’s a step up from the main floor. High enough that I can see under the table without trouble. Jealousy sinks into me, rooting through every part of my body as I watch the woman kiss Ruby’s throat and delve her hand between my woman’s thighs. The shadows are too deep to see her part Ruby’s pussy and press her fingers deep, but there’s enough movement visible that I know that’s exactly what she’s doing.

Ruby’s gaze cuts to the door, looking for me. Smug in the way of a brat up to no good. My cock is so fucking hard, I’m having trouble keeping still. I want to cross to her, flip the table, and . . . Nah, I want to fuck her on the table. To claim her in front of every single person here.

The enforcer cups her jaw and she covers his hand with hers. The giant ruby on her ring finger has me relaxing my grip on my knife. I promised no violence, promised to play the game we both enjoy, but fuck if it’s as easy as I expected.

I am who I am.

Watching my wife come at the hands of another does something to me, for me. She’s having the time of her life, but she keeps looking for me, anticipating the moment I put a stop to all this. A little game we’ve played out many times since she put on my ring and we exchanged vows.

Sometimes, I let them fuck her—or her fuck them, more accurately. Not tonight. I’m too fucking restless. But she hasn’t orgasmed yet, and I’m content to . . .

The enforcer reaches for the front of his pants and withdraws his cock. Without a goddamn condom. “Motherfucker.”

I push to my feet and reach their table in second. All three of them freeze. The enforcer goes pale and holds up his hands. “We didn’t know.”

“My ring on her finger.” I have my knife in my hand without intending to. I promised I wouldn’t spill blood, but fuck, it’s hard not to sometimes. “You.” I point my knife at the woman still plastered to my wife’s side, her hand still under Ruby’s dress. “Back off.”

Ruby shivers, her blush deepening even as she raises her chin. “Hey, baby.”

“Up. Now.”

The little brat doesn’t bother to do things the proper way. She just climbs onto the table, flashing her cunt at the poor assholes who thought they’d get a taste of it tonight, and crawls to me. Then she stands on the table and hops into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist.

“Are you pleased with yourself?” I cup her ass and walk away from the table, ignoring the soft cursing of the enforcer. He’s not going to do shit and we both know it.

“I am.” She digs her fingers into my hair and her heels into the small of my back. “Fuck me, husband. Hurry.”

I carry her through the bar to the bathroom. The lock is broken on the door, but neither of us gives a fuck. My wife will come all the harder if someone does walk in on us. I set her on the counter and shove up her dress. She’s so wet, she’s glistening.

“Always so determined to give away what’s mine,” I murmur. The words are true enough, but I say them now because they get her off harder. I pull down her dress until her tits pop free. “No bra. No panties. You came here to fuck someone you weren’t supposed to.”

“No . . .” She’s breathing so hard that her breasts shake. “Maybe.”

I press close, enjoying the way she melts against me. It takes no time at all to get my cock out. She’s so damn sure she’s getting her way, but if there’s one thing we both love, it’s when I put my woman in her place. So I don’t take her mouth, despite her offering it to me. I don’t press my cock to her entrance and shove into her, reclaiming what she enjoys giving away.

Ruby reaches between us, but I grab her wrist and push it aside. She curses. “Hey!”

In response, I grip her jaw hard enough for my fingertips to dent her skin. “Baby, you know it’s not going to be that easy. Just like you know how to make this stop. Nod if you understand.”

Her eyes are wide and downright delighted. She nods, and I loosen my grip enough to allow the movement. “Good girl,” I murmur. “Now, you’ve pissed me off something fierce and you’re going to make it up to me. You know what I want.”

She moves with me as I ease back, sliding to her knees before me. I keep my grip on her jaw while she pulls my pants down further and wraps her fist around my cock. Only then do I move my grip to her hair, gathering it away from her face.

I love it when she sucks my cock. She always goes down on me like she’s mad at me, like she wants to suck my soul right out. This time is no different. Ruby takes me into her mouth in one long movement, until I hit the back of her throat. That doesn’t stop her, though. She hums a little and then she takes me deeper.

But even as pleasure gathers in the base of my spine, tightening my balls, I don’t want this to end. I never want to stop fucking Ruby, but these nights are something special. Something forbidden and fucked and perfectly us.

So, no, I won’t be satisfied fucking her mouth until she cries. Not when her pussy is still dripping for someone else.

I haul her up, ignoring her protest, and lift her. Ruby squirms, but makes an eager sound when she realizes my intention. We end up with her knees on my shoulders, her pussy right in front of my face as I hold her upside down. She wastes no time taking my cock into her mouth until her lips meet my base.

Damn woman is going to make my knees buckle before I have a chance to taste her orgasm.

I cover her cunt with my mouth, relishing her taste even as I try to muscle down my threatening orgasm. She doesn’t relent, almost as if she knows exactly how close I am. Brat.

My back hits the door. Fuck, didn’t mean to do that. I’m lost in the slick feeling of her on my tongue, in her needy clit begging to be stroked. My hands are full keeping her in place so I thrust my tongue into her, earning one of her sexy little whimpers.

I give her one long lick and growl. “Come for me, wife. It’s the least you can do after the trouble you caused.”

“Make me.” She sucks me so deep, she gags herself, but that doesn’t stop her.

It’s a fucking race. I’ll punish her for this later, but right now I need her to come. I suck on her clit, working it with my tongue in the way I know she loves. Her thighs shake on either side of my head and she’s moaning around my cock. There, there. She practically takes my head off as she orgasms, squeezing so tightly, I see stars.

This time, my knees really do buckle as I come down the back of her throat. Only by wedging myself against the door do I keep my feet. Ruby gives me one last long suck that makes me shiver and then she eases off my cock. “Are you going to put me down?”

“I’m thinking about it.” I lick her pussy again. “But I have this sweet little cunt in my face and it’s distracting as fuck.”

“Casimir!”

“Baby, if you’re trying to convince me to put you down long enough to take you home, saying my name in that tone of voice isn’t going to get it done.”

Instead of answering, she keeps wiggling until I’m fucking obligated to make her come twice more. Only then do I set her back on the counter.

She looks a fucking mess. Her dress is wadded up around her waist, her hair is tangled, and her lips are swollen from sucking my dick. Best of all are the tear tracts on her face and her sexy little smirk. “Fuck me, husband.”

Goddamn it. I give my cock a rough stroke. After her second orgasm, I was ready to go again, but I really did mean to take her home. Oh well.

I shove her legs wide and spear her with my cock. Ruby moans loud enough to be heard over the music playing in the main room. She clings to me as I fuck her roughly. “Yes,” Ruby moans. “Take your pussy back.”

“Never let it go.” I loop my arm under her hips to raise them so I can get deeper, as if I’ll ever be deep enough inside this woman. “It was mine all along.” Gods help me, but I’m a fucking sap for this woman. I grip the base of her neck with my free hand and nip her earlobe. “Come for me again, wife.”

She spasms around me, her pussy pulsing. “Say it again.”

“Wife.” I grind into her, rubbing her clit against my pelvic bone. “My wife. Forever.”

“Yes!” She digs her hands under my shirt, scratching the shit out of my back. It only makes me fuck her harder. Giving us what we both need. This time, when she orgasms, I don’t bother to fight my own. I pump into her, filling her with my come.

I pull out of her and allow myself a few seconds enjoying the mess I’ve made of her. I drag my finger down her center. “Someday . . . Someday, we’ll do the baby thing.”

Ruby startles out a laugh. “Too soon, Casimir.”

“Yeah, I know.” I kiss her and tug her dress back into place. It’s not enough, though. She’s still too fucking exposed. I pull my shirt off and drag it over her head. She huffs, but I don’t miss the way she dips her head to inhale the scent of me.

Ruby hops off the counter and laces her fingers through mine, the gesture sweet as shit after the filthy fucking. She presses against my chest and grins. “But I suppose you could start practicing if you really wanted to.” She laces her fingers in my hair and I let her tug my head down so she can speak directly in my ear. “Put a baby in me, husband.”

Before meeting her, I wouldn’t have said that I had a breeding kink, but fuck if she’s gone and proved me wrong. I pick her up and toss her over my shoulder, chuckling when she squeaks. “We’re going home. Right fucking now.” I reach for the door but pause before opening it. “I love you, wife.”

She hugs my torso from behind and upside down. “I love you too, husband.”