Distraction: An underground kings novel (12 page)

“Sven,” I whisper to the top of his head.

“Just sleep, I promise, baby.” He kisses my stomach then reaches under the strap of my tank top to slide my bra straps down my arms. He pulls each of my hands out gently before coasting his up my stomach, under my tank, making my muscles tense as he grasp the front of my bra and pulls it out, dropping it to the ground.

Okay, that was hot…seriously hot,
I think, as the space between my legs tingles.

Standing, he puts his fingers to the button of his jeans then pushes them down and kicks them to the side. My eyes automatically go to his waist then drop to his very aroused manhood.

Holy cow.

“Not tonight.”

Lifting my eyes to his, I swallow then squeak as he pulls me down with him into the bed and adjusts us until my head his pillowed against his chest. Tugging the blankets over us, he then reaches over, picks up the remote for the light, and hits the button, turning the room dark.

“Sleep, baby.”

I want to tell him I’m not tired or that there is no possible way I will be able to sleep, but my eyes grow heavy, and before I know it, I’m asleep exactly where I want to be.

Sven

Truth be told

L
ying with Maggie
in my arms, her soft breathing letting me know she’s asleep, I squeeze my eyes closed. It’s not safe for her to be with me right now, but the idea of her being anywhere else is enough to drive me mad. Paulie Amidio, the mob boss for Lacamo, is sure to put two and two together with Kai’s sudden return to life and Paulie’s son being dead. Regardless of the fact his son was going to take him out, he will want revenge for his death. I trust Kai and Kenton. I know both men want to put an end to Paulie’s rein of terror, but until he’s taken out and his power extinguished, no one is safe, including Maggie. And that’s not okay with me, which means I need to take every precaution necessary to make sure she stays safe.

Pulling her closer to me, her warmth settles into my skin helping me drift off to sleep.

Waking to the
soft, warm woman in my arms, her ass cradled against my thighs, my hands full of her curves, and the scent of her in my nose, I regret that I have to get up soon. All I really want to do is roll her to her back and listen to her breath hitch, like it did every time I slid into her. I wasn’t lying when I said she’s the best I’ve ever had. Her body alone is enough to bring me to my knees, but the way she looks at me, the way she says my name, and the feel of her skin against mine all give me something I didn’t know I was missing when it came to sex. Something I didn’t care about before her, an intimacy that made being with her almost unbearable.

My possessiveness when it comes to her is an emotion I never expected to experience firsthand, and nothing could have ever prepared me for it. I knew I wanted Maggie when I first met her, but after feeling my first bite of jealousy, I knew what I was feeling for her was more than just infatuation and lust. I knew I would do everything within my power to make sure she never looked at or touched another man again. I knew I would do whatever necessary to make sure she was mine. I just didn’t realize the walls I thought I built up around myself were nothing compared to the walls she has around her. She guards herself so closely, never allowing herself to be vulnerable for anyone. But I won’t accept anything less than all of her. I want her—no,
need
her—to feel for me what I feel for her.

Turning in my arms, her face goes into my chest and my eyes drop down to see if she’s awake, only to find her eyes closed, her dark lashes resting against her cheeks, her mouth in a soft pout. Kissing her forehead, I wrap my arms tighter around her and rest my chin on top of her head. I’m not happy about the shit I have to do today, but knowing what could’ve happened had I not shown up at the club when I did has had me on edge since yesterday afternoon when I woke with her in my bed with tears of confusion and horror in her beautiful eyes.

Regardless of the fact things worked out in my favor, someone is going to pay for what’s been done. Then I have the issue of figuring out who the fuck the chick was in my house last night, how she got in, and who sent her. If Maggie wasn’t Maggie, that whole fucked up situation could have lead me to losing her before she ever realized she’s mine, and that is not okay with me.

Hearing her moan my name as her legs move restlessly against the sheet, I pull my head back to look down at her and watch as her nipples press against her tank top and her legs twitch again. Running my hand down her side and over the curve of her hip, I pull her closer, hearing her moan once more.

“Baby,” I whisper against her ear, only to have her whimper. Then her body stills and my head dips, finding her eyes open on me, a deeper honey color than I’ve ever seen, giving me an inkling of what she was dreaming of. “You were dreaming.”

“I…” She squeezes her eyes closed and her chest heaves.

Rolling her to her back, I wrap my hand around her calf and pull it up around my hip. Kissing her mouth, her cheek, and then her ear, I whisper, “What were you dreaming about?”

“I don’t remember,” she murmurs her lie as her hands slide up my sides and her head dips back into the pillow, allowing me access to the curve of her throat.

“You do,” I tell her, dragging my tongue up her throat, and then ask, “Was I doing that?”

“No,” she moans, and I grind my erection against her.

“Hmm, what about this?” I coast my hand up her thigh, along the curve of her waist, and cup her breast, running my thumb across her nipple. Her back arches off the bed and her eyes open to meet mine.

“I…I don’t remember,” she whimpers, raising her hands to my shoulders then one smoothly up the side of my neck, into the back of my hair. Lowering my mouth down onto hers, I kiss her bottom lip then slide my tongue across the seam of her mouth as I pinch her nipple between two fingers. I use her gasp to slip my tongue between her lips, touching hers. Moaning into my mouth, I side my hand up then down under her tank and cup her breast in my palm.

“Oh, God,” she cries into my mouth as I roll her nipple.

Kissing down her throat, I bend my head and pull her nipple into my mouth, sucking hard, loving that my marks are still there. Her legs lift and wrap around my ass, and my free hand moves between her legs, sliding over her panties, feeling the wetness on the material as my fingers pass over it. Pressing my cock into the bed, I raise my head to look at her then slide along the inner seam of her underwear, and groan when my fingers slip through her slick heat.

“You’re so wet, Mags, so fucking wet for me,” I praise, gliding my finger around her clit, causing her hips to buck.

“Sven.”

“I’m right here.” I pull her nipple back into my mouth then move to her other breast and do the same.

“Please,” she cries while my fingers glide down, one then two, entering her and feeling her clamp down on them like a vise. “So tight, so fucking hot.” I rise up, taking her mouth again, freeing my cock from my boxers, and move her panties to the side to slide the tip over her clit then down, putting just the head inside. Pulling back, I watch her eyes go half-mast and listen to her breath hitch as I press fully into her, gritting my teeth against the exquisite pleasure of having her wrapped around me. Leaning back on my knees, I pull her forward to tug her top off over her head then lean forward again, pulling out then sinking back in.

“Jesus, fucking, heaven.” Wrapping my fist around her hair, I tilt her head back and take her mouth again.

“What…?” she whimpers as I pull out of her and sit back on my calves.

“Shhh,” I hush, sliding her panties over her hips and down her thighs, dropping them to the bed. I kick off my shorts and move between her legs again, wrapping them over my arms, then dip my face to pull her nipple into my mouth, sliding into her at the same time. Releasing her nipple with a pop, her hands wrap around my shoulders and her head falls back onto the bed while her eyes slide closed.

“Look at me, Maggie,” I demand, and her head tips down, her eyes meeting mine. “So beautiful, baby, you’re so fucking gorgeous taking my cock, taking all of me,” I praise her, sliding out then back in slowly.

“Faster, please,” she whispers, running her hand down my chest and over my abs.

“Just like this,” I whisper back, focusing on her face.

I swallow when her hand wraps around the side of my neck and her gaze locks on mine while her eyes fill with tears. “Don’t cry.” I drop her legs then my forehead to hers, never losing eye contact as I sink into her slowly, sliding my cock along her walls, feeling them ripple and tighten around me.

“Oh…” she whimpers, bringing her legs higher around my hips, forcing me impossibly deeper.

It takes everything in me not to slam into her, but I want this moment, I want her to have a memory of what it was like our first time. I want her to know without words how much she means to me. “Let yourself go, baby.” I kiss away the tears as they fall from her eyes. “Give yourself to me completely, Mags.”

“I…I don’t know if I can,” she whispers, and I know she’s talking about more than just this moment, but I’m not willing to accept anything less than all of her.

“You can. Trust me and let go,” I tell her softly, watching again as tears fill her beautiful eyes, eyes that hold me captive as she loses herself, clutching her arms and legs tighter around me as she rides out her orgasm. Burying my face in her hair, I lose myself deep inside her.

Mine!
My mind screams as I roll to my back, taking her with me, never losing our connection as she falls limply against my chest. Roaming my hands over her smooth skin, I kiss the top of her head and close my eyes trying to get my heart rate and breathing under control.

“I get flashes. I’m not sure if they are real or not,” she says quietly, and my hands still. “I remember laughing when you…when you were marking me.”

“That happened,” I tell her, moving my hands again.

“I…” She lets out a long, deep breath then raises her head to rest her chin on my chest. “I hate that I don’t remember.”

Running my fingers down her jaw, I watch her eyes slide half closed. “We’ll make new memories,” I assure her, adjusting my hips, leaving her warmth, but then dragging the blanket over us.

“We’ll also make a baby if I don’t get on birth control,” she mutters, looking over my shoulder at the pillow. Feeling my mouth lift, I run my fingers along her bottom lip, gaining her eyes again. I could think of worse things than her having my child, but she was right; we don’t need a baby, at least not yet. “I’ll make sure we’re more careful from now on.”

“Thanks,” she whispers, and I study her beautiful face then ask the question that has been plaguing me.

“How were you still a virgin?” I didn’t know there were such thing as virgins, at least not in this day and age, not women older than nineteen at most. If she hadn’t told me she was before I slid into her, I wouldn’t have known. She is far too beautiful and far too seductive; hell, looking at her, all you can think about is sex.

“I didn’t have sex,” she says, pressing her lips together to keep from smiling. Tugging a piece of her hair, I wait for her to answer my question. “I don’t know. I guess it has a lot to do with my parents.” Feeling my body turn to granite, she shakes her head. “They never did anything to me. They just…” She pauses then searches my face for a moment.

“Sex was never made to seem like a big deal. When I was sixteen, they told me I was free to make my own choices about my body and what I did with it. They made it so casual that it scared me. My parents have both had relationships outside of their marriage. I mean, I know they love each other and they were honest about what they were or are doing, but I didn’t understand. I still don’t understand how they made it seem like it wasn’t a big deal to share a piece of themselves with someone they didn’t or don’t care about.” She pauses, pulling in a breath.

“The few times I’ve been close to losing control, something in me couldn’t let go and I would pull away. I know it’s stupid and unrealistic this day and age, but after a while, I got it in my head that I would only ever give myself completely to the man I planned on marrying,” she says as her cheeks grow pink and her bottom lip goes between her teeth.

“You didn’t close down with me,” I tell her, not even referring to the first time, but to this time.

“No, even my subconscious knows what you are to me,” she says softly, raising her hand to my jaw.

“And what’s that?” I ask gently, studying her features as they move over mine.

“I’m not sure. Important. Vital. Even if we don’t last, I know I’ll never regret giving myself to you,” she says, and my chest aches because I know I’m not worthy of her, not even close. But she needs to know that what she has given me means something to me.

“Sex has never meant anything to me. It’s always been just a release, a way to get rid of pent-up energy. I never knew it could be more,” I tell her, watching her eyes grow soft. “Being with you is something different, a completely different experience, one that takes sex to a whole new level. Makes me feel connected to you in a way that transcends time.”

“What?” she whispers in awe, and her face softens in a way I have never seen before.

“I didn’t wait for you, baby, but you have a piece of me no one else does.” I take her hand, resting it over my heart.

“Sven.” Her forehead drops to my chest, and I wrap my arms around her and roll her to her side.

Holding her, I look at the clock and let out a frustrated breath. “I wish I didn’t need to get up, but I need to go to the club.”

“I’ll go with you,” she says, starting to pull away.

“No, you’re staying home.”

“Sven…”

Before she can say anything, I roll her to her back, smooth her hair out of her face, and settle my hands under her jaw. “I need to know you’re safe. This isn’t something that’s up for debate. Until I’ve discussed what happened yesterday with Zack, Lane, and Teo and get their feedback about the situation, I’m not willing to let you step foot in the club.”