Page 26 of Duchess (Royal Harlots MC: National New York Chapter #1)

But he was already climbing onto the bed, straddling me before I could make another move.

His weight pinned me down, forcing me flat to the mattress, my face pressed into the cool silk as he ripped the leather jacket from my body in one sharp tug.

The soft brush of fabric vanished as he reached for the belt I hadn’t even noticed lying on the floor.

The moment I felt the leather tighten around my wrists, the rage in my chest lit like wildfire.

“You son of a... ”

“Shhh…” His voice curled hot against the shell of my ear as he leaned over me, his breath thick with the sweetness of the wine he'd been drinking. “Did you really think it would be that easy, Duchess? I’ve been watching every step you take. Every breath. Every lie you’ve told yourself since I found you again. ”

His hand slid over my bare arms, down to my hips, and beneath me. His fingers brushed the edge of my breasts, sending a jolt of pleasure through me, and I felt it as my nipples tightened.

“If you wanted in my bed that bad, sweetheart…” he murmured, his mouth dragging along my throat, “all you had to do was ask.”

I growled and bucked, twisting under him until I managed to roll to my back, wrists still bound but fury blooming in my eyes.

I looked up, expecting that brutal gleam he always wore when his control slipped, but instead I found something that twisted deep inside me.

Something I didn't want to feel for him.

Softness.

His gaze searched mine, dark eyes laced with a hunger I didn’t want to name, a look that burned hotter than anger.

"What do you want, Caleb?” I snapped, voice low, breathless. “What the fuck do I have to do to get you off my ass?”

That wicked smirk curved across his face, and I wanted to smack it off him. He leaned in closer, lips brushing the corner of my mouth. “But it’s your ass I want to be in , Duchess .”

“Fuck you,” I snarled, jamming my knee into his side and twisting hard. The belt scraped against my skin as I slid free.

I stumbled off the bed, my bare feet hitting the cold floor. I ran for the door, heart racing, my blood still humming as my adrenaline surged.

But when I reached the doorway to the hallway, I realized something wasn’t right.

He wasn’t chasing me.

I stopped, turned slowly, and there he was.

Kneeling on the bed, hands resting on his thighs, that broad chest rising with each breath like he was the one trying to steady himself.

Moonlight spilled in through the windows, gilding every hard angle of his body.

His hair was a mess, wild and tousled, and the hardness straining beneath the fabric of his briefs made my mouth go dry.

Caleb Killic was pure sex, and he knew it.

But the part that scared me most? Was that I wanted it. I wanted to taste him again,

"You won't go far. My men only allowed for you to get in but I haven't ordered them to let you out yet."

Killing him would have been so easy. Why couldn't I have just killed him?

He slid out of bed and made his way to me. All long, muscular limbs, and six-pack abs. He was a fucking Adonis, and I was this weak bitch who couldn't even walk out that door.

Just go.

Run . I said to myself, not knowing why I stayed.

He smiled at me as he cupped my cheek, and my heart skipped a fucking beat.

“I know you’re mad…”

"Don't," I swept my head away.

“What did you expect me to do, Duchess. I had to get your attention somehow.”

“So, you decided to take the most important thing I have?” I seethed.

“Not take it. Not yet. Just own a little piece of it. It’s only fair that you start to pay back what you stole.”

“Go eat ass,” I spat out.

“Oh, I will. All the ass you’ll give me.”

He pulled me in closer. “Because you can try and hate me, Duchess, but in the end, you'll only keep coming back. And do you know why?”

He didn’t wait for my response. “Because I have something you want."

I narrowed my eyes on him. "Yeah? And what would that be?"

"This."

He leaned in slowly, and I froze, knowing what was coming.

When his lips finally crushed mine, it was the kind of kiss that left no room for thought.

It was all-consuming, reckless, and soul-snatching.

It was the kind of kiss that ripped your name right out of your mouth and made you forget the world was still spinning.

I whimpered against his lips, that soft, involuntary sound betraying just how badly I wanted this. How badly I wanted him. It was all the permission he needed to drive himself over the edge.

With a low growl, he wrapped one strong arm around my waist and spun us effortlessly, like I weighed nothing at all.

My breath caught as he carried me backward, and before I could utter a word, I was crashing down into the center of the mattress, the sheets folding around me, trapping me in their silkiness and the scent of him.

His body followed mine, heat and muscle and hunger pressing against me as we clawed at each other’s clothes. Buttons popped, fabric tore, and the second my panties slipped down my thighs and hit the floor, he stilled.

The air around us turned electric.

He dragged his gaze down the length of my bare body like a predator savoring the moment before the kill. Then he crawled forward, looking like a predator, like he had all the time in the world to ruin me.

His mouth found my inner thigh first. A whisper of a kiss. Then another, a little higher. And another, closer still.

He didn’t rush it. Didn’t speak.

He let his lips and tongue do all the talking, marking a trail up my trembling skin, devouring me, and damn me, I wanted him to.

I fisted the sheets, my hips already lifting to meet him, and all I could think was that if he didn’t claim me soon, I was going to come undone from the anticipation alone.

And from the heat in his eyes as he looked up at me…

He knew it too.

"It's time to scream for me, Duchess."

"No. W-wait," I tried to push his head away, if you call that trying. But my whole intention of stopping him went out the window with my gun as he swept his eager tongue along my swollen pussy.

His hungry moan caused my body to light up as his tongue rubbed along my clit, taking me to a completely different level of sex.

His tongue kept sweeping up and down, rolling over that hardened bundle of nerves before sucking it into his mouth.

He licked my lips, teased me until his mouth closed over my clit, and sucked hard, finally making me scream as that first orgasm consumed me.

Jolting my hips off the bed only made him try even harder as he slid his fingers inside of me, curling them just right.

Just as they hit my G-spot, I froze, and he looked at me as my hips followed his jagged movements.

Up and down, his thumb circling my clit as his fingers curled inside me just right.

“Don’t stop,” I gave out in breathy whimpers.

“That’s my good girl,” he leaned in and bit down on my clit. I screamed again while another shattering orgasm swept over me. By the third one, I was pushing his head away only to have him chuckle as he flipped me around to smack my ass.

"Caleb," I whispered, trying to slide myself off the bed. He spanked me again and growled as my back arched in heat.

"Hmmm," he hummed a response, lost in his own seductive world as he slid his fingers through my wet folds. I mewled and looked over my shoulder, watching as he placed his cock to my wet core, teasing me with it, and making me bite my lip against a plea that threatened to escape.

He spanked me again, and crying out, I pushed back against him, sliding him in deep.

"Fuck," the word broke as he slid out of me and then slowly slid himself back in, his cock hard and thick.

As he spanked me, I felt the walls of my pussy contract around him, and I gripped the sheets, thinking this was it.

This was how I ended up, the President of the Royal Harlots at the mercy of a Mafia King.

He suddenly lifted me until I was perched on all fours, and as he slid into me, he wrapped his hand around my neck and pulled me up against him.

"You'll always be mine, sweet Duchess. I'll never let you go."

He circled my clit as he continued to fuck me. "Now cum on my cock like a good girl and show your King just how addicted you are to having him inside you."

"Caleb," his name came to a silent whisper as my body tightened and my hips created havoc against his cock and fingers, the friction forcing me to fall off that sharp edge.

He reached up and squeezed my nipples, squeezing the tips as he bit down on my neck, and I got lost in this precipice of ecstasy which only he controlled.

Because that's exactly what happened. I had given all my control to the King of the Turkish Mafia, and as I screamed for him, I didn't care not one fucking bit.