Rude (King's Harlots MC Book 4)

  “I was. I joined when I was seventeen.”

  “You can do that?”

  “Well … I did it.” He smiled.

  “You truly are inspiring, Coby.” I chewed my bottom lip, looking intently into his eyes. “I know you want more from me but right now, I’m enjoying this.”

  “I just want your happiness.” He cupped my cheek, leaning his mouth toward mine. “And I want your soul.”

  A flush of heat washed over me. “Yeah? What else do you want?”

  He grinned and placed a soft kiss on my lips. “Just you.”

  I sighed. “You have a way with turning me on just from your words, Porter.”

  Coby chuckled. “You have a way of bringing them out of me.”

  “Really?” I raised an eyebrow. “I thought you were always like this.”

  “Well …” He shrugged. “It depends on the woman I guess.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “If the woman isn’t submissive in any way, then I don’t bother, but with you, I found that I needed to control you even before I knew you would submit to me.”

  Sexually submitting. God, it was delicious.

  “I have to be in control everywhere else in my life. I figure submitting in the bedroom would give me a break.”

  “Have you submitted to another man before?” Coby asked, cupping the back of my neck.

  “No.” I knew all through my sexual experience that I would end up submitting. All through my life, men had tried to dominate me but it never worked out. They were too shy. Timid. Scared that I would be mad or some shit. There should be only one pussy in bed, and it belonged between my legs.

  “As much as I like that you’ve submitted to me, it gives me greater satisfaction that you trust me and that you know when to tell me to stop.”

  “I don’t think I could ever tell you to stop, Coby.”

  He grunted but didn’t say anything else.

  It was the same response I got from him time and time again. I wasn’t sure what more I expected from the guy. He had been through a lot. Lost everything in a short amount of time but a part of me was jealous over the fact that Leah had stolen his heart first. I tried convincing myself when I first heard about her that I wasn’t jealous but I was human. It only made sense. But I would like to hope that I could steal part of his heart as well. If he let me.

  ***

  (Coby)

  I could sense the jealousy in Brogan. She didn’t like hearing about my past with Leah but she asked questions anyway. Leah had taken part of my heart, loved it for a short time, and squeezed it to the point of death shortly after.

  “I didn’t know Leah was ill when I first met her,” I said, needing to break the silence. “She hid it well.”

  “She never took her medication, did she?” Brogan grabbed my hand, brushing her thumb back and forth over my palm.

  “No.” I chuckled to myself, remembering the toxic fights we had and no matter what Leah had said to me, I still loved her.

  “Looks like you can’t get away from women who have issues.” Brogan shook her head, her shoulders slumping with a heavy sigh.

  “You don’t have issues,” I snapped, sick and fucking tired of her putting herself down. So, she interrogated men in the basement of the club for years. So, she fucked her stepbrother. She was human. She made mistakes. Just like every other fucking person in this shithole we called life.

  “I do have issues, Coby,” she said, her voice calm although I was raging on the inside. “As much as I love submitting to you in the bedroom, I’m sadistic at heart.” She rose to her feet, stretching her arms above her head. “I should go.”

  “Go where, Brogan?” I followed suit and pulled her against me. “You have nowhere else to go.”

  “Thank you for that wonderful reminder, Coby,” she cried, pushing me back. “You don’t think I don’t know that? You think I forgot that I lost everything?”

  Rubbing the back of my neck, I only stared down at her.

  She huffed, crossing her arms under chest. “I need to head back to the club to see if anything was salvageable. I’m sure the basement is fine.” She shivered, chewing her bottom lip. “I don’t think anything could get rid of it.”

  “Why do you say that?”

  “Because it likes to remind me of what I’ve done,” she muttered. “It holds my demons, Coby, and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it.”

  Everything in me told me to run away. Coby was getting too close. I lived and breathed him for the past couple of months and as much as I didn’t want it to change, these new feelings were suffocating me. They squeezed my lungs, forcing the air to stop its course through my body.

  He never fought me. Even after all the shit he had been through with Leah, he never once tried pushing me away. Did he have the same feelings that I did?

  Coby had disappeared into his office, and I found myself itching to go back to the bookstore. Although that man I had met not too long ago bothered me in a way that left my nerves on edge, the imaginary worlds called out to me. Reading was my solace, and I was ashamed to admit that I hadn’t delved into a good book in a long time.

  Heading to Coby’s office, I took a breath, knowing he wouldn’t want me to go out alone. I knocked on the door, waiting.

  “Come in,” he called out.

  Opening the door slowly, I peeked my head in. “You busy?”

  “Not at all.” He sat back in his leather chair. “What’s up?”

  “I don’t mean to bother you.” I walked further into the room, shutting the door behind me.

  “You never bother me, little one.” He held out his hand. “Come here.”

  My heart gave a start at the rough demand and I did as I was told. Sitting on his lap, I wrapped his arm around my middle and kissed his cheek. “Working hard?”

  He smirked. “Always. Now what’s going on?”

  “I want to go to the bookstore.”

  Coby stiffened. “Why?”

  “What do you mean why? It’s a bookstore. That should be a good enough reason.”

  “What if you see that man again?”

  “I can’t live life like that, Coby. I’ve seen a lot of men in my day that should scare me or bother me but I choose to ignore them.” Although that man had something about him that set me a little on edge, I wouldn’t let him stop me from going to the bookstore. “And besides, I’ll be in public. Nothing will happen.”

  “I don’t like this,” Coby muttered, holding my hand tight in his.

  “You need to trust that I can take care of myself. What do you think I did before I met you?”

  “That’s beside the point.” He turned me in his arms. “I don’t like that fucker who talked to you.”

  “You don’t even know who he is, Coby. And you wouldn’t have even known about him if I didn’t say anything,” I reminded him. “I promise I’ll stay at the bookstore and be in an open area. He won’t get me alone. He probably won’t even be there.” I kissed Coby softly on the mouth. “I promise.”

  Cupping my nape, he deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue between my lips.

  I moaned, opening to him and gave him my every breath. Wrapping myself around him, I straddled his lap, pushing my hips into him. All thoughts of the bookstore were long forgotten.

  His body grew under my touch, hard and rigid, begging me for my touch. It was a battle of who would break first. As much as I loved when Coby controlled me, I found at this point that I wanted to play. I wanted to see how far I would have to go to make him beg.

  “Tell me what you want,” he demanded, brushing his mouth down the length of my jaw. “Tell me you need me.”

  I smiled, tilting my head and ran my hands through the short hair at his nape.

  “Tell me you crave my cock.” His deep voice rumbled over me, sliding through my body like the blood that gave me life.

  I did crave him. Every inch. Every hard vein.

  “Brogan.” The rough plea that left his mouth set my body on f
ire.

  Circling my hips against him, I pushed and pulled, taking from him what I wanted until even I couldn’t control it.

  “You like teasing me.” He pulled my head back, staring intently in my eyes. “You want me to beg.”

  Shit. “Will you?”

  His lips curled up into a wicked grin. “I don’t beg for anything. Especially not from a little girl who thinks she can bring me to my knees just from her touch.”

  I smiled, licking up the length of his neck. “You won’t have to beg, Coby. Your cock will do it for you.”

  He chuckled, pushing me back against the edge of his desk. Pulling a knife from his back pocket, he ran the blade down my center.

  My breathing picked up, watching the metal sparkle in the dim light of the room. “Your knife doesn’t scare me.”

  Coby raised an eyebrow. “I know it doesn’t.” With a flick of his wrist, the soft cotton of my shorts fell to the floor.

  Cool air washed over my naked bottom half. “Coby.” I arched, hinting, needing him inside of me. Some part of him. His cock. His fingers. His tongue. I didn’t care.

  “Spread your legs,” he said, his voice rough. “Show me how wet you are.”

  I did as I was told, spreading my knees and ran my hands down my inner thighs. My fingers sent shivers down my spine as I opened myself to him, showing him exactly what he did to me and the effect he had on my body.

  He licked his lips, his dark gaze watching my movements. Holding the handle of the knife tight in his hand, he ran the butt of it over my mound.

  My heart jumped, my skin igniting on fire. One move and he could cut me.

  Coby kept his gaze on mine, watching me, waiting for a hint that I wanted him to stop. But I didn’t. I needed him to take me past the point of seduction. To show me that it was normal to crave the dark side of sex as long as it was consensual. That there was nothing wrong with being kinky if we were both safe.

  “Trust me.” Coby pushed the butt of the knife against my pussy, pumping slow over the opening.

  Throwing my head back, a low moan left my mouth.

  With his free hand, he grabbed hold of mine. “Let go for me, Brogan.” He pushed the end inside of me, filling me until all I felt was the handle and his fingers.

  I gasped, shaking around the hard object. This was wrong but felt so damn right at the same time. “Oh …” A coherent sentence couldn’t form on my mouth. I had been experienced but nothing compared to this moment. This time and place with Coby. Him fucking me with a knife.

  ***

  (Coby)

  My balls were going to fucking explode.

  This knife and I had been through a lot. Threatening those who wronged me, slicing a few dozen or so necks, but never had it been inside a woman.

  Brogan’s moans and purrs slid into my ears as I thrust the butt of the knife in and out of her sweet pussy. The heady scent of her desire wafted into my nose, making my mouth water.

  Pumping hard and deep, I wanted her orgasm. I wanted her to come all over my knife and when she did, she would beg me for more.

  “Coby,” she whimpered, lifting her hips up and down the length of the handle.

  My cock hardened, pushing against my pants.

  “I … fuck.” Brogan pushed me back, crashing her mouth to mine and rode the object between her legs. “Harder,” she begged. “Show me how much you want to own me with every object possible.”

  Fuck me. Lifting her in my arms, I dropped her onto the desk and pumped the object in and out of her. Rough. Hard. It bordered on violent, reminding her of what my cock was about to do. “Come for me. Come like the kinky little whore you are.”

  She grinned, her pupils dilating. “Fuck me.”

  “I am.” I shoved the butt of the knife into her as far as it would go.

  She cried out, shaking beneath me. “Oh, yes.”

  “Scream my name, Brogan.”

  “Fuck,” she shouted, her orgasm crashing through her.

  Throwing the knife on the floor, I had my pants lowered and my cock free before she could take her next breath. Shoving myself inside of her, I bellowed out her name.

  Brogan shook, gasping for air as I owned her with each pounding thrust.

  Digging her heels into my ass, she pulled me tighter, taking all of me in. Grabbing my hand, she smirked and licked her tongue up the length of the cut in my palm.

  My cock twitched.

  Her grin widened. “Like that, baby?”

  “Fuck me,” I groaned. “You’re a dirty little girl, aren’t you?” I licked down the length of her jaw. “And you like it when I’m nice and deep, don’t you?”

  She moaned, her eyes fluttering closed. “More than you’ll ever know.”

  I chuckled. “Oh, I think I know already.” Slowing my hips, I pet a hand over her head. “You crave my cock. You enjoy the feeling of being owned.” I enunciated each sentence with the movements of my hips, taking her higher and higher until she shattered around me. “I can feel your body ripple with pleasure as I force orgasm after orgasm out of you.”

  “Yes,” she whimpered. “God, yes.”

  “Hmmm …” Pulling out of her, I flipped her onto her stomach.

  Brogan smiled, licking her lips and gripped the edge of the desk.

  Towering over her, I slid back inside her and covered her completely. It was slow. Rough. Pure delicious torture as I brought us both to the brink of passion. I wanted to fall over the edge of ecstasy with her. We used sex as a way of communicating, speaking through our bodies. And with Brogan, I could talk forever.

  Coby smiled at me.

  I smiled back.

  He looked away.

  So did I.

  A slight burn tingled on my cheeks as the memories of what we had been doing for the past hour melted into my mind. Coby fucked me with the handle of his knife. My heart jumped, although my body heated. It had felt amazing and he had instigated it but a part of me wondered if he expected me to push him away. It couldn’t be normal for me to enjoy that dark side of kink.

  “Brogan.” Coby pinched my chin, forcing me to look at him. “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing.” I stepped into a new pair of black leggings I had purchased a couple days before, the soft material hugging my toned thighs.

  “You’re chewing your bottom lip like you haven’t eaten in years. Tell me what’s wrong.”

  I touched my swollen lip, not realizing I had been munching on it. “It’s no big deal, Coby.”

  “Yes,” he grabbed the tank top from my hands and slid it over my head. “It is.”

  Smacking his hands away, I smoothed the material down my center. “It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”

  “Brogan.”

  “What, Coby?” I spun on him. “I’m embarrassed, all right? Is that what you wanted to hear?”

  “Why are you embarrassed?” he asked, frowning.

  “Because I let you fuck me with the handle of your knife. I’m all for kink but even that was new for me.”

  “You’re ashamed.”

  “No. Yes. I don’t know.” I shook my head. “I have no idea how I feel about it.”

  Coby grabbed my hand, pulling me to the edge of the bed and sat with me in his arms. “What we do is strictly consensual between you and me. I won’t do anything that you don’t want me to do.”

  “How did you know that I wanted you to keep going?”

  “I could read your body language. If I thought in any way that you were uncomfortable, I would have stopped. Next time I’ll give you a safe word. That’s my own fault. And for that, I’m sorry.”

  “A safe word?” I raised an eyebrow. “Seriously?”

  He winked, and I swore my insides just melted.

  “You know I like my kink, Brogan. It’s not just from reading and doing research. I have experience and want to learn as much as I can. I know what to do and what not to do. As long as you are safe and you trust me, that’s all I care about.” He kissed my shoulder and patted my butt.
“I have some more work to do.” He rose to his full height and placed a hard peck on my mouth. It was a silent reminder of who I belonged to and for that, I would never complain.

  ***

  It was a cold blustery day as I made my way to the bookstore. I was somewhat surprised that Coby was okay with me going. I had invited him to join me but he stated he had too much work to do.

  I couldn’t understand why, but I was nervous to see that man again. And as I walked into the bookstore and saw him standing by the section of books I frequented, that nervousness only heightened.

  “Ah, it seems we meet again,” the beautiful man stated, catching me staring.

  My neck heated, and I silently scolded myself for thinking he was attractive when really, he scared the shit out of me. Which wasn’t easy to do.

  “I guess so.” I smiled, attempting to be friendly.

  “Something’s wrong,” he said, frowning.

  “No.” I shook my head. “Sorry.”

  “You’re lying.” He turned to me. “Do I make you uncomfortable?”

  “You’re intense. Like my boyfriend.”

  Something flashed in the man’s gaze over this new-found information. But he didn’t say anything about it.

  “Do you come here to buy books or are you psychic and know when I’m going to show up?” I crossed my arms under my chest, frowning, and embraced the sass that Coby had come to enjoy.

  The man chuckled. “Paranoid a bit, are we?”

  “What do you expect in this day and age? Maybe it’s just a coincidence but every time I’m here, so are you. So, tell me, Mr. …” When he didn’t give me his name, I huffed and continued. “Anyway … why are you here?”

  “Isn’t that a loaded question?” He grinned. “I could tell you but then I’d have to kill you and we wouldn’t want to ruin that pretty face of yours.”

  “Right,” I said slowly. Little did he know, that I could kill him just as quick. One thrust of a hardcover book in his temple and he would drop. I just had to him hard enough and he would fall to my feet. On that note … “I think I should go.” I grabbed a random novel, headed to the cash register, and checked out. When I looked to see if the man was following me, he was nowhere to be found. Odd. Definitely fucking odd.