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Colt

This was a bad fucking idea.

We’ve just arrived at the funeral and these motherfuckers are staring at Nova like she’s fresh meat. I’ll kill them all in one sweep if they don’t avert their fucking eyes.

“Hey, are you okay?” She whispers gently.

“They were good men. It’s hard losing them, but it’s part of this life.”

She nods. “I understand. You’re so tense, I just wanted to check in.”

“I’m more concerned about these assholes staring at you.” I growl.

She pulls us to a stop, turning her entire body towards me. “What?”

“Look at them.” I snarl, meeting every one of their blatant stares.

She shakes her head, exasperated. “I’m yours, Colt.”

“I know and they’re about to find out. They either show you the respect you deserve, or I’ll kill them all.”

Her mouth opens and before she can respond, I pull her into me, kissing her temple, whispering my promise. “I’ll kill anyone who hurts you. If they touch one single hair on your pretty little head, I’ll torture them slowly. And that goes for anyone who looks at you or speaks to you in a way I deem inappropriate.”

She tilts her head up and grins. “My devil.”

“My queen.” I murmur and her cheeks heat.

I take her hand, leading her to the gravesite. We pass bosses from the other organizations we do business with. They nod in greeting, shaking my hand and giving their condolences. Nova lets go of me and steps back, allowing Lennox and Carson’s mothers to hug me. They cry in my embrace and all I can do is apologize.

It makes me feel like shit. I didn’t protect their boys, but they don’t blame me. We were blindsided by this ambush, but I still feel like it’s my fault.

As soon as they return to their seats, Nova is beside me, lacing our fingers together.

I’m not an emotional man. That shit left me when I was a child. I’ve killed many people, but I’ve never had to bury my own. This is affecting me more than I thought it would.

Nova has proven to be the strength I didn’t know I needed. I knew from the moment I saw her I’d always protect her. I’d be her rock and her enforcer. I never thought I’d need that in return, but here she is, being my calm in the storm.

We take our seats as the pastor begins with a prayer.

I’m not a religious man either. After the life I’ve lived, the life Nova has lived, I don’t believe there’s anyone watching over us. The sky feels as hollow as this world, and I don’t find any solace when I stare into the clouds. We’re on our own and I’ve accepted that.

As we bow our heads, my eyes are open, scanning the crowd. My body tenses as my gaze lands on Frederick Morrison.

He’s staring back at me.

He nods his head as Nova squeezes my hand, and I glance her direction. She tilts her head to the side, concerned by my steel posture. I nod slightly, bringing her hand to my thigh.

Glancing around again, Frederick is still watching me, his gaze finding Nova every few seconds.

Keep it up, motherfucker.

I can’t stand the slimy bastard. We’ve worked with him a few times, using his guys to transport shipments when we were in a jam. He always wanted top pay for his shitty services. I stopped using him a few months ago because every time I did, a crate of guns would disappear.

Max stands to give the eulogies and his voice becomes distant as I focus on Frederick watching my girl. Her thumb rubs soothing circles on my thigh as my hand lays on top of hers.

The rest of the service is a blur and once it’s ended, I speak to the families once more before Nova and I turn to leave.

We’re halfway to the truck when Frederick calls my name.

Pulling the keys from my pocket, I hand them to Nova. “Go ahead. I’ll be there in a minute.”

She shakes her head. “I’m staying with you.”

Brat.

Throwing my own words back at me.

The bastard approaches, smiling like he took the best shit of his life this morning. “Everly. Good to see you. I’m sorry it’s under these circumstances.”

“Thanks for coming Morrison.” I say flatly. This son-of-a-bitch knows I hate his thieving ass.

The only reason he’s still breathing is because I don’t have concrete proof he was behind the missing guns or if it was one of his guys.

“Who’s this hot, little thing?”

My fucking blood ignites and Nova tenses beside me. Before I can reach for my pistol, she snarls. “Excuse me?”

Frederick chuckles. “No disrespect, girl. You’re a busty little thing, that’s all I meant.”

Nova raises her chin, that defiant spark in her eye. “It was disrespectful and creepy. Mind your fucking manners when you’re speaking to a woman, asshole.”

Pride like I’ve never felt swells in my chest. My girl is a firecracker, and I can’t wait for the day she explodes and shows this world her full potential.

“You’re a mouthy little bitch, aren’t you?” Frederick hisses and Nova takes a step towards him.

Checking my surroundings, the pastor is gone and so is the funeral director. Even the guys from the other organizations have left.

Except for this piece of shit.

The only people remaining are the families and my brothers.

I catch Max’s eye and he’s instantly on alert. I give him a nod, signaling someone’s about to die.

Reaching into my pocket, I grip my switchblade, sliding it out slowly. It’s quieter than a pistol.

“You’re a fucking dick.” Nova grits out and before he can reply, I press the switchblade to his throat, pushing the button, the blade shooting straight into his jugular.

He doesn’t make a sound, only reaching for his throat as I pull the knife out. His blood coats my hand, but I wipe it on his shirt as his body gives out. He falls to the ground, gasping and gurgling sounds coming from his shriveled lips. I don’t give a fuck. Nobody talks to my girl like that.

Reaching for her hand, I pull her towards the truck, opening the passenger door for her. As I climb inside, I see Max and a few other guys handling the cleanup discreetly.

The drive is quiet, and I’m concerned I’ve shown my true colors too soon. We pull into the driveway, and I shut off the truck. She jumps out, quickly making her way inside. My head falls back against the seat, and I exhale deeply, readying myself for her judgement.

I head inside, locking the door behind me and I toss my keys and phone on the table. She’s nowhere in sight, so I make my way to the bedroom, and I’m stopped in my tracks.

She’s removed her black dress and she’s sitting on the edge of the bed, completely naked, legs spread open invitingly.

“Tell me Devil, will you fall to your knees for your queen?”

My cock jumps at the sound of her sultry voice. My suit jacket hits the floor, followed by my dress shirt. She licks her lips as her gaze roams my body, her eyes tracing the ink that covers my skin. Unbuckling my belt, I rip it from my pants, tossing it on the floor. My shoes, socks and slacks follow until I’m left in only my boxers.

Willingly, I kneel for my queen.

Only for her.

My fucking heart and soul.

The reason I breathe.

“Crawl.” She demands.

I obey her command, crawling across the bedroom floor. My eyes focus on her swollen, pink pussy and the arousal dripping from it. I lick my lips, craving her taste on my tongue.

I reach the edge of the bed, my face level with her soaked cunt. Waiting for her instructions, her body trembles, just as desperate for this as I am. My gaze shifts upwards, and her eyes are glassy, filled with warmth and gratitude.

She regains control, slipping one hand between her legs, spreading herself open. “Make me come.”

A lightning bolt shoots down my spine as I lunge forward, attacking her pussy as if it’s my first meal in weeks. Her fingers tangle in my hair, tugging roughly as my tongue dives inside her opening, tasting every inch of her. Her sweet whimpers reach my ears, and it only fuels my hunger for her.

My only purpose in life, in this moment, is to make her fucking come.

I sink two fingers inside her as I suck her clit between my lips. My teeth graze the swollen bud, and her hips buck against my face. My fingers curl inside her and she moans as I find the sweet spot that always gets her off. Rubbing back and forth, I sink deeper, applying just the right amount of pressure.

A gush of liquid hits my face, and she screams my name while fisting my hair. My scalp burns but it only enhances the pleasure of seeing my little demon fall apart.

She pushes my head away. “Fuck! Too sensitive!”

I chuckle, using the blanket to wipe my face. I’ve heard of women squirting, but it’s nothing compared to actually witnessing it.

She sits up, flushed with embarrassment. “I’m sorry.”

“What the fuck for?” I demand.

“I, uh, did that to your face.”

Using my palm, I push her chest until she falls to the bed, and I crawl on top of her. “And you’ll do it again, often. I’ll make sure of it.”

She grins. “Take the control back, my king .”

Hearing her call me her king sets me off. Rising from the bed, I grip her by the waist, flipping her onto her stomach. She squeals as I grab her ankles, pulling her to the edge of the mattress. Lifting her ass in the air, I slide my boxers down, kicking them off with my feet.

She has the perfect ass, and I can’t wait for the day I’ll claim it too. I slap each cheek in quick succession, and she moans. Gripping my cock, I notch it at her opening and slam inside her to the hilt.

She cries out, falling forward, but I don’t give her a chance to recover. Lifting her again, I pound into her from behind, admiring her gorgeous ass jiggle every time I plunge inside her. My hips beat against her cheeks roughly, and she falls forward again.

Climbing over her, I press my chest to her back, one hand circling her throat, the other in her hair. My weight should crush her, but she doesn’t seem to mind. Her sounds of pleasure vibrate against my palm as they rise in her throat, and it makes me harder.

Fuck!

She feels too fucking good. I’m about to come.

Changing positions, I roll onto my back, taking her with me. I release her throat, sliding three fingers into her mouth. My other hand slides down her body, rubbing her swollen clit. She’s limp in my hold, perfectly content being used as my little fuck doll.

Sliding my fingers down her throat, she gags as I thrust up into her. She says something, but I can’t understand her. “What was that, baby?” I pull my fingers free.

“Your fucking cock. It’s too much.” She sobs, her pussy clenching around me.

Nipping her earlobe, I chuckle. “Does your little cunt need a break?”

She shakes her head. “Don’t stop, Colt. Please!”

Testing her limits, I abandon her clit, sliding a finger inside her alongside my dick. She cries out, fresh tears streaming down her face and neck, dripping onto my skin. She grinds against me, her pussy weeping as it clenches. “I’m going to come.”

“That’s it, baby.” I groan, my own release seconds away.

She comes.

Hard.

She clamps down around me so tightly, my dick and finger are locked inside her. My balls tighten painfully right before shooting my cum so deep, she can probably taste it. The thought makes me come harder until my vision darkens at the edges.

My hips come to a stop, and we lay there panting, trying to catch our breath. I slide my finger out, and wince as my cock follows. I hate pulling out of her. It feels like I’m leaving her in some fucked up way.

She rolls off my chest, landing beside me in a heap. I chuckle as I turn on my side, running my fingers through her hair. “You okay, little demon?”

She grunts and I chuckle. “You want a shower?” She grunts again and in the next second, her breathing shallows.

Pulling the blanket over us both, I wrap my arm around her, bringing her to my chest. She doesn’t stir as I kiss her temple, breathing deeply, her sweet scent lulling me to sleep.