That’s how he broke through my defenses so quickly. Trey says he can’t be gentle, but he holds me in his arms for hours when the horrors of my past rear its ugly head. He brushed my hair to ensure the bristles of the brush didn’t irritate my tattoo its first few days, and even now, months after our first shared meal, he still tests my food to ensure it’s safe before allowing me to eat it.
He’s gentle when I need him to be, and rough when his once-jittery and scared woman tiptoes out of the dark so far, the light almost blinds us both.
“Ah, fuck, Duchess. You’re destroying me. Utterly and fuckin’ wholly,” Trey says after inching back his kiss swollen lips. His beard is thicker now than it was last year, but not even its inches of wiriness can take away from how plump his lips look. He looks thoroughly kissed, which makes me want to kiss him more.
Feeling daring, I lock our lips again.
This kiss is almost violent.
It goes above and beyond any of our previous ones.
It’s the most real we’ve had.
“Jesus, K. Fuck.” I love it when he calls me K. Duchess will always hold a special place in my heart, but he called me that when he didn’t know who I was. K ensures me he’s with me, in the present, not in a dingy butler’s pantry in a country far from here with a woman undeserving of him. “I have to have you now. I can’t wait.” Eager to move along with his plans, my hands shoot down to the buckle on his belt. “Nuh-uh,” he growls under his breath, stopping the slither of my hands. “Duchesses don’t get fucked in the driver’s seat of a Shelby.” His smile when I pout doubles the throb between my thighs. “But on the hood of a Shelby on a cloud-filled, rain-scented night sounds about right.”
Not waiting to see the flare of excitement darting through my eyes, Trey cranks open his door then slides us out of his car. Considering his leg was broken in three places during Alexei’s assault, it shouldn’t be an easy task. He makes it look easy, though.
The droplets of rain on the hood of Trey’s car sizzle when he splays me across the gleaming material. It’s summer, so the temperature can’t be blamed for the shiver that darts through my body when Trey steps back. It’s the admired glint in his eyes when he drags them up my body causing my shuddering response. He stares at me like I’m not broken. Like I was never used and abused. He stares at me like all my dreams came true.
In a way, they did. I just took the long track instead of the short, uncomplicated one.
“Tell me, K. Tell me right fucking now before I do something I can’t take back.” Trey’s voice is rough and crammed with need. It has my thighs squeezing together as well as the tugs he does to his cock through his jeans. He’s most likely begging for it to calm down. He has done that a minimum once a week for the past nine months.
He locks his eyes with mine when I breathe out, “Touch me.”
They’re dark, dangerous, and the very reason the light inside of me shines brighter than the darkness. “Where? Spell it out. Tell me exactly what you want me to do, and exactly for how fucking long, Duchess.” His eyes drop to the gap between my thighs when I spread my legs wider. It’s rare for me to answer him with words. Mercifully, he has no trouble reading my every desire without a word being shared. “Good pick.”
After hitting me with a wink that pushes me within an inch of the finish line, he tugs my backside forward until it sits in front of the air vents in his hood before he slips his index finger into the waistband of my panties. As his finger traces the seam of my panties, he runs the barbell piercing in the middle of his tongue across his teeth. Even with his head inches from my pussy, I can feel the zap that roars through my body when our piercings collide. You’d swear they were wired with electricity for how potent their zaps are.
I immediately shake my head when Trey asks, “Is your tattoo still sore?” Jarmon finished the last of the phoenix’s tail feathers earlier this week. The buzz of his gun usually frustrates my sensitive skin for a week or two at most, but it wasn’t as long this time around since Trey was extra attentive with my tattoo wound care.
He had a good reason for his chivalry. The longer I’m out with an injury, the longer he goes without touching me. For some reason, not being able to have his hands on me is the equivalent of being tortured to Trey. For someone who never thought they’d feel desire again much less be desired, his frustration tears at my heartstrings even more than him forever gaining my permission before touching me.
“Tell me again, Duchess. Show me how much you want this.”
“Prosím,” I repeat without pause for thought. “I need you.”
Two
Trey
Icheck K’s eyes for any signs of distress before pulling her panties to the side to marvel at the feast I’m about to consume. With tonight being Nikolai’s thirtieth birthday, she’s been polished and gleamed as if she never endured the revolting world of the sex-trafficking industry. Her dress is designer, her heels cost more than what her parents made in a month, and her panties have me reasonably sure I’ll kill someone before the end of the night, however, there are parts of her that’ll never shine as brightly as they should. She’s scarred, far too skinny, yet still so fucking perfect. She’s messily beautiful. A duchess worthy of the most pricy crown, and the only thing better than that is the fact she’s mine.
Seven years ago, shegaveher virginity to me. She wasn’t forced, coerced, or placing anyone’s needs before her own. She gifted it to me via her own accord, preferring an unexplained immediate connection with a stranger than having it cruelly stripped from her as Achim and Vladimir tried to do to her self-worth.
This will make me sound cocky, but I don’t give a fuck. This is straight-up honest, so do with it what you may. Our fuck in the butler’s pantry of the Dvorák’s estate is what kept K’s spine as hard as a rod during six years of torment. For her entire life, she was told what to do, how to do it, and for precisely how fucking long she was expected to do it… until that night in the pantry.Shepulled my cock out of my trousers.Shelined it up with her fragrant smelling pussy, just likeshedrove our exchange home by impaling herself on my cock with one quick plunge.
Everything was taken away from herexceptthat. She didn’t know who was kissing her, she couldn’t see in the dark any better than me, butshedecided her fate that night.
As she will from here on out.
“Scoot up onto your elbows, Duchess. Let me see those eyes.”
I slant my head to hide my smile at her eagerness when she jumps to my command. I’m a cruel fuck who usually wouldn’t give a shit about the needs of the women I was getting myself off on. That shit doesn’t fly with K. Her needs will forever come before mine.
“This is gonna be quick, we have a party to attend, but I’ll make it up to you tonight, alright? I promise.”
Just like my pledge I’ll never come before her, she can accept this guarantee just as readily. I’ve never made her a promise I can’t keep. Take the tilt of her chin, for example. Even though she’s peering down at me, waiting for me to devour her, there’s no shadow on her neck. Her chin is held high in the air to ensure her invisible crown has no chance of falling.
