Empire of Lust: Chapter 27

When Gwen sent me a side angle shot of Aspen beside her with “Guess who’s my date tonight?” I had the decency to ignore it.

Or pretend to, anyway.

Fifteen minutes later, the pretense wasn’t holding so well and I might have flipped poker night at Nicolo’s the middle finger and flown here.

Partly because Gwen’s attempts at playing cupid are embarrassingly obvious and I couldn’t just ignore them.

Partly because…fuck it. I wanted to see Aspen’s face. She’s been claiming every reason under the sun to avoid me lately and that’s something neither my dick nor I were going to accept.

Actually, my dick gets his fill of her cunt just fine. It’s the disappearing after part that’s frowned upon in his limited emotional repertoire.

The worst part is that it isn’t always physical disappearance. I got used to her enough to recognize when she’s performing a mental slam, witch style. She’d be there in body but not in spirit.

And that shit needed to end.

So imagine my fucking reaction when I find her hugging Nate. Or him hugging her or what-the-fuck-ever.

My vision has been a hazy red ever since, so I’m not keen on the details right now. Except for the need to bash the motherfucker’s head in. I raise my fist to dislocate his jaw and send him to the nearest ER when something hard smashes against my head.

The hit takes me so completely off guard that my hold loosens around his collar and I’m ready to murder whoever interrupted me. When I turn around, however, I find a furious Aspen holding on to the weapon of the crime—a thick album.

Only the scattered light posts offer a view of the otherwise dark night, but it’s enough to highlight her rigid posture.

My jaw sets into a harsh line. “You stay put. I’ll be with you in a minute.”

If eyes could catch fire, hers would be a volcano as she gets between us, forcing me to release Nate. Her nostrils flare and her chin is tipped so high, it nearly reaches the sky. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Step. Aside.” I don’t know how I speak in mock calm when lava courses through my veins.

“So you’d be a barbarian and hit your partner and best friend who, oh, I don’t know, happens to be your damn daughter’s husband? Have you thought about what she’d think if she saw this?”

“Did you when you threw yourself into his arms, thirsty for attention?”

The slap comes first, and the sting follows. My face hardens, and in one single motion, I wrap my hand around her throat, squeezing the sides until I nearly lift her off the ground. I have enough control not to choke the living fuck out of her, but my hold is firm enough that she and Nate know she’s mine.

“You will regret that, sweetheart.”

A big hand grabs me by the shoulder harshly and could normally, under any other circumstances, peel me off her, but not now.

Not when the need to fucking devour this woman and teach her who she belongs to pulses in me like a second being.

“Let her go, King.” Nate’s voice is calm but firm.

Aspen continues glaring at me even when her face reddens to the darkest shade I’ve seen. Even when her eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets.

The witch doesn’t fight me, probably using some silent warfare tactic to intimidate me.

“You’re choking her. Let the fuck go, Kingsley.”

I slowly loosen my hold but don’t release her. I’m not going to release her, even if she never stops hating me and continues to glare at me every day for the rest of our lives.

“King…” There’s a warning in Nate’s tone that he won’t hesitate to escalate it into action.

“It’s okay, Nate,” she croaks. “Go back to Gwen.”

“Are you sure? He’s in his crazy mode right now.”

She doesn’t break eye contact with me, her chin rising. “I can handle him.”

You fucking wish, sweetheart.

Nate leans in to whisper in my ear, “Your jealousy is irrational, nonsensical, and has a margin of error the size of the Pacific Ocean. Question my devotion to my wife again and I’ll be the one to fucking kill you.”

And then, he leaves us alone with one last shake of his head.

My gaze clashes with Aspen’s defiant one. She looks younger, more carefree in a light-colored casual dress and a flowery sweater that she most likely borrowed from Caroline, because her wardrobe is as grim as mine.

She’s holding on to a photo album with both hands as if it’s her anchor.

“Are you going to let me go, or should Gwen see this scene, too?” she whisper-yells in my face and I’m tempted to bite her lips and tear them in my mouth.

“What were you doing with Nate just now?”

“Last I checked, it’s none of your business.”

“Don’t fucking test me, Aspen. I’m very close to the point of eruption, so unless you want to witness the brand of unhinged I turn into, speak.”

“You’re acting like a damn brute and I refuse to negotiate with terrorists.”

If I weren’t on the edge of anger, I would’ve cracked up, but now, her stubbornness only fuels the volcanic emotions invading my insides.

“I swear to fuck, if you don’t talk—”

“What?” She cuts me off. “What are you going to do?”

Still gripping her by the throat, I pull her to the side of her car that’s hidden by a tree, camouflaging the view from the house. She yelps, letting the album fall to the side when I push her against the hood.

My body crushes hers from behind and it’s a full-on slam of flesh against flesh that leaves her panting.

Before she can gather her bearings, I yank her dress up, hitching it up her thighs. She tries to grab me with uncoordinated movements, but my hand comes down on her ass with a smack that reverberates in the silence and makes her pause.

“Is this the reason you’ve been pulling away from me lately, huh?” I don’t bother with removing her panties and rip them off her pussy with enough force to leave her gasping. “Have you changed your mind from wanting me to wanting our dear son-in-law?”

“You’re a sick motherfucker.” Her voice is shaky, brittle, but it’s clear enough to convey her disregard.

“Then what is it? What’s the reason you barely look me in the eye lately?”

Her lips quiver, but she mutters, “Fuck you.”

“If you insist.” I thrust two fingers in her pussy and her walls clench around me. “Look at how your cunt is dripping and begging to be fucked. You don’t even care that we’re outside, no?”

She turns her face the other way, hands digging into the Range Rover’s metal, but I thrust another finger in her and pull her chin up so that she looks at me. “You want me to fuck this pussy until you’re dripping wet all over the place like a dirty little whore, don’t you?”

The challenge in her face is an aphrodisiac that I can’t get enough of, so I add a fourth finger, to which she whimpers. “I bet you can take my whole fist up this cunt.”

Her moan is the only answer I get as I pump my fingers inside her faster, harder. Then, just to fuck with her, I curl two to hit that secret spot that drives her insane.

She physically jolts, but her noises that are usually my favorite symphony are now muffled.

So the witch decides to put up a fight?

Fine. Let’s see how far she’ll go.

“Your greedy pussy is drenching me, sweetheart. No matter how tight it gets, it still needs my thick cock, doesn’t it?”

Her breaths turn shallow and her eyes hardly stay open. When her pussy starts soaking my fingers, I know she’s getting close.

“Say you want me to fuck you.”

“No,” she grits out, teeth sinking in the cushion of her lower lip to stop other sounds from slipping out.

I up my pace until she’s flat out panting, her skin turning hot and tingly beneath mine. Then I bite the shell of her ear, throwing her in a loop of pleasure and pain.

Just when she’s about to come, I pull out my fingers with a jerk.

Aspen groans, tears gathering in her eyes from frustration or something else, I don’t know.

Her face that could be sculpted to match the most ruthless generals fixates me with a glare. “You think I can’t do it myself?”

She reaches a hand between her thighs, but before she can relieve herself, I release her chin. Her head falls against the trunk as I slap her pussy and then her ass so hard, she gasps, her body jolting against the car.

“No touching yourself when I’m around.” I lather my fingers with her wetness, and the sloppy sound her folds make turn my dick fucking hard. “See how much of a little whore you are for me? You’re dripping between your thighs. Do you want me to fuck you that badly?”

“Shut up.”

I slide a generous amount of her arousal to her back hole and thrust a finger in. She goes still, and I smile, my lips meeting her ear. “I’m going to fuck you here tonight and you’re going to take my dick up the ass like a good girl.”

Her flaming hair cocoons her face, nearly hiding her expression from me, so I add another finger, making her groan.

“This is your first, isn’t it? Your ass is a virgin like your cunt was a virgin the first time I tore through it.” I pound my fingers in, lubing her with her own juices, slapping her thighs and ass for good measure because it gets her so fucking wet and paints the best erotic picture I’ve ever seen.

“Who’s Britney?”

Her question, albeit low and shrouded with gloom, reaches me loud and clear.

“Who?” I slap her ass again and she startles and swallows a few times.

“The Britney who sent you a ‘Hey sexy’ text, then miraculously disappeared from your phone. Who is she?”

“Are you going through my things, sweetheart?” I thrust another finger in her ass, stretching her wide and to the fullest.

Her whimpers echo in the air, but she repeats, “Who is she? Are you sleeping with her?”

“And if I am? Will your little cunt drip for me any less or will your ass loosen for me less readily?”

She bucks against the car, trying to twist around, and I slap her ass three consecutive times, making her shriek. Then she slams a hand on her mouth to mute it, probably remembering where she is.

“Stay fucking still unless you want me to tear your back hole.”

“Let me go,” she orders in a broken, hurt tone. “Don’t touch me with the same hands that were all over someone else. I’m not anyone’s second choice.”

“You were never a second fucking choice.” I hoist her head up with a savage grip on her hair until her face is eye level with mine. “Other people mean fuck to me as they should mean fuck to you. The only thing that matters is that you’re mine, body and fucking soul, Aspen. I was your first and I’ll make sure to be your last.”

Her lips part and she moans when I ram my fingers inside her ass with savage energy. Her thighs tremble and shake with each in and out.

Once I feel her close, I edge her until her hips are rocking, her walls strangling me like a vise.

And just when she’s about to reach the peak, I up my rhythm. She screams and I bite her lips in my mouth as the orgasm shakes her to the core.

Then I release her hair, letting it fall on the hood, and free my hard, ready cock. It points straight at her ass and I remove my fingers, relishing in how her rings of muscle clench around me, attempting to keep me in.

“I’m going to own every last inch of you, Aspen.” That way, she’ll have no place else to go or turn to.

That way, whatever path she takes will only lead her to me.

I’ll trap her, give her no escape, and force her to accept the reality that is us, even if I have to demolish every bit of her walls for it.

Is it wrong? Maybe.

But I don’t give a fuck at this point. All I care about is that this woman needs to be mine. There will be no other men and certainly no relationships after me. I might have started this to be a temporary thing, but now, any sorry fucks who attempt to get close to her will have their balls on sticks.

Grabbing her by the hips, I thrust the first few inches of my cock in. The resistance is real and I have to stop.

Aspen’s breaths are fractured and her body trembles even as she remains completely still. The view of her back, of her beneath me, submitting to me, will never get old.

“You need to relax, sweetheart, or I won’t be able to get all the way in.”

Her head whips in my direction, her lips swollen and her hair in disarray from our earlier kiss. “You…you’re not all the way in?”

“My cock has been inside your cunt countless times and you forgot the size?” I rock my hips. “Relax your ass and let me in.”

She shakes her head frantically. “I…can’t. It’s…it’s too big.”

“Your pussy has taken my cock and so will your ass.” I release her hip and slap her ass cheek. “Now, be a good girl and stop pushing me out.”

She startles and whimpers, but she relaxes enough to do as I say.

I use the chance to thrust all the way in, making her buck off the hood, and nearly fall to the side if it weren’t for my hold on her.

“Ah, fuck,” I grunt at the feel of being inside her. She’s tight and so much like the place I don’t want to leave for the rest of my life.

“King…” she moans, her voice shaky. “Do something…”

“Like what?”

“Anything…” She cranes her head sideways, revealing tears that cling to her lashes, probably from pain and frustrated pleasure.

“You’ll have to specify, sweetheart.”

“Ugh, fuck me, you jerk.”

“Fuck you where?”

“In the ass…” she shudders. “Fuck me in the ass.”

“Tell me I’m the first to touch this ass. Tell me that you haven’t allowed any other motherfucker to claim this part of you and that I’m the only one you trust enough to give it to.”

“I’m not…feeding your ego.”

“We’ll just stay like this all night long then.” I lean over and lick her cheek, the tears that have gathered in her eyes, then I bite her neck enough to have her wiggle beneath me, clench around me, and release groans. “Until Gwen comes and sees us in the morning. Maybe Nate, too. Maybe the whole fucking neighborhood.”

“Stop it…just fuck me already.”

“Say it.”

“Screw you.”

“Those aren’t the exact words I asked for. Try again.”

“Kingsley…” she warns, but her voice is more aroused than anything.

“What, sweetheart?”

“You’re the first I’ve done anal with,” she lets out in a huff. “But I don’t fucking trust you.”

I smile, but it probably looks like a smirk as I rock my hips and give a few shallow thrusts.

As soon as she starts to get used to it, I up the pace until her whole body is in tune with mine. I retreat almost all the way until only the tip is inside, then thrust back in so deep that my groin slaps against her ass.

Aspen shrieks and I jam two fingers in her mouth to keep her quiet. “You’re going to alert them to what we do in the dark, sweetheart.”

I drive into her with a maddening rhythm that leaves both of us breathless. She bites my fingers when she shatters all around me, and I bite her nape, her collarbone, and anywhere I can reach.

My balls tighten and I fuck her harder into the hood until her breath shatters and the car moves with each of my thrusts.

When I come, I pause midway, groaning as I pull out and spray my cum all over her red ass and swollen pussy.

Aspen hisses, shoving my fingers out of her mouth with her tongue. I coat them with my cum, then thrust them back between her lips, making her suck on them as if they’re her favorite Popsicles.

“Good girl,” I muse, a sense of possessiveness gripping me by the gut.

I always thought I could only get along with a woman who kneeled inside and outside the bedroom. I had a zero-tolerance policy of anything that went against me.

But this witch has made me want to jump into a volcano headfirst just because she’s in the middle of it. I’d probably enjoy every burn, too.

Which is why there’s no way in fuck she’s ever getting away now.

There’s something powerful about owning a defiant woman like Aspen. I’m not exactly taming her, but I have her submit to me when my body talks to hers. I have a fireball on my hands and I can’t wait for what she comes up with next.

She spits out my fingers again, her eyes filled with tears as she straightens on very wobbly feet that I wouldn’t trust to keep me standing if I were her.

Sure enough, she stumbles forward against me and I grab her by the waist. “There, take it easy.”

Aspen struggles away from me, planting both her hands on the car to remain upright. She’s panting, her lids glittery, and her face red. “What am I to you, Kingsley?”

“What’s with the sudden question?”

“Answer me.” Her voice cracks and she swallows.

“You’re mine, Aspen. That’s what you are.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means that I’m the only man who gets to touch you.” I grab a handful of her ass, making her wince when I press on the red flesh. “No one but me gets to own you.”

Her lips tremble and a tear slides down her cheek. “Fuck you.”

It’s a low tone, broken almost, but I don’t get to focus on that as she shoves me away, grabs the album from the ground, and barges to the driver’s side of her car.

She speeds off the property, the sound of gravel crunching under the tires echoing in the air.

All I’m left with are questions, confusion, and a fucking twist in my chest.