“Wait a minute. You think I’m mad at you? Christ, no, I’m not. Nor do I expect you to take shit off her. However, I would’ve liked to have been the one to intercede, so you didn’t have to get your hands dirty. If she hurt you, it would’ve been far worse for her.”

  “Really? You’re not mad that I smacked her head off the floor?”

  I chuckled. “No, that was fun to watch. What lie did I tell that you’re sorry for?”

  She gave me a puzzled glance. “You know which one. I know you claimed me as your old lady. Announcing that was enough. You didn’t need to tell her and everyone there that you love me. I know it isn’t possible. Maybe one day you will. I hope you can.”

  My disbelief morphed quickly into anger. “And why do you think it’s impossible for me to be in love with you yet? Is it because you’re not in love with me?”

  “I never said I didn’t love you. I know it’s fast. Men don’t usually feel it as soon. Some might not be able to at all.”

  “I told you, I love you, Lakelyn. I called you my mon amour. It means my love. I said it on our first night together,” I told her. Maybe she didn’t know what those words meant.

  “I know, but I thought…”

  “Thought what?” I asked gruffly.

  “I thought it was just something you said in the heat of the moment. It was why I didn’t acknowledge it or say I love you back,” she whispered brokenly.

  My anger leaked away. I went to her. She was sitting in the chair. I lifted her out of the way, sat, brought her down, and cradled her on my lap.

  “Lakelyn, I know I’m a hard man, and I come across as unfeeling, and most of the time, I am. But not when it comes to you. It’s fast, and I don’t care who doubts it as long as you don’t. Je t’aime, mon doux bébé, plus que je ne le pensais possible, I love you, my sweet baby, more than I ever thought possible. Mon cœur, mon âme, et mon corps sont à toi, my heart, soul, and body are yours.”

  “I can’t say it sexy the way you can, but I love you with all my heart, body, and soul, too, Killian.”

  “That would be je t’aime de tout mon cœur, de tout mon corps et de toute mon âme aussi, Killian.”

  “God, I need you to whisper to me in French, but not right now. Now, I need you to take me to bed and let me show you how I feel about you, mon amour,” she whispered.

  My cock was a hard lump in my pants. She could feel it underneath her ass. She wiggled gently across it. I groaned. I put my arm around her back and the other under her ass before I came to my feet. She held onto my shoulders as I carried her up to the master. She wanted me to put her down, but I could carry my woman up two flights of stairs. The light was on in the bedroom. We’d left it on when we went to the clubhouse. Even if it wasn’t, the moonlight was shining through the window.

  I sat her on her feet. “If there’s anything you need to do, get it done. You have ten minutes max, maybe.”

  “I do. Be right back,” she said before hurrying to the bathroom.

  While she was in there, I shed my clothes. I turned the covers down on the bed. I wanted to see her body in the moonlight, and to add to it, I lit a couple of candles she’d placed in the bedroom. I turned the light off. It made the room glow, and I knew it would showcase her body.

  My cock was stiff from watching her take on Mera, our conversation, and the images of her in my head. I’d never thought about doing something to showcase a woman’s body. Lights on or off didn’t matter. I fucked them and sent them on their way afterward. There was no talking, cuddling, or sleeping with them. However, with Lakelyn, I found I needed and enjoyed those things. And making sure she was more than satisfied sexually made my satisfaction even better.

  If that didn’t tell me she was the woman for me and that I loved her, the feelings she aroused in me did. I kept my emotions tamped down. However, with her, I couldn’t. I felt worry, fear, joy, desire, pleasure, and more. I would fight, die, and kill for her. I remembered enough from childhood what it felt like to love my mom. My feelings for Lakelyn were different and more intense, but it was love.

  I heard her soft footsteps even on the carpet. I swung around to face her. I’d been staring out the window. She halted in a beam of that moonlight. She was naked and smiling. Her skin glowed, making me think of goddesses you read about. Her pale skin was meant to be seen in the light of the moon and candlelight. My breath caught.

  “Killian, are you okay?” she asked hesitantly.

  “I’m more than okay, bébé. I’m just admiring how breathtaking you are. You literally stole my breath, Lakelyn. Dieu, God, do you have any idea how utterly stunning you are?”

  Even in this light, I saw a blush appear on her face and across her upper chest. Her arms came up to cross over her chest.

  “Killian, stop, you’re embarrassing me.”

  “Why would that embarrass you? It’s true. Own it. And don’t cover yourself. Drop your arms. I want to look at my woman,” I added a bite to my last words.

  She complied. I walked over to her as she stood in the middle of the room. I slowly circled her. As I did, I let my fingers slide over her skin. She shivered. I loved how soft her skin was. I had to stop and cup her ass cheeks and knead them. She moaned.

  Making my way to the front of her. I ran my fingers over her taut nipples. Her tits were firm and pert with those tight beads on top like cherries. They stood out and would be perfect for clamps. I ran my finger down her stomach to her mound. I’d asked her if she’d let me shave her the other day. As much as her sweet curls called to me, I wanted nothing between my mouth and her pussy. I needed her to feel everything. She’d agreed, and then I’d spread her out and carefully shaved her. When we were done, both of us were so turned on we’d made love, but only after I showed her how much more she could feel when my mouth was on her. I rubbed my finger back and forth right above her clit.

  “Killian, you’ve got to stop. I’m dying here. Touch my pussy more. I’m already so wet for you,” she whimpered.

  “Patience. I’m admiring my woman and all this gorgeous skin. The sight of mine against yours is so drastically different.”

  “It is, but I love yours. Your scars and tattoos are sexy, honey. I hate that you had to suffer to get them, but they make you, you. I know you love my skin, but would you be upset if I got a tattoo or two?”

  I thought for a moment before I answered. “It’s your body, but I’d prefer you didn’t cover too much up, but I’d be open to some. What did you have in mind?”

  “I’m not sure of others, but the first one I want is to put your name right here. I think it’s only right and appropriate, don’t you?” She pointed to where my hand was pressed above her mound. My cock jerked, and more precum leaked out of the tip.

  “Christ, you’re trying to make me snap, aren’t you? I’d adore it if my name were anywhere on your body. It doesn’t have to be there, though. And do you want Tyrant or Killian?”

  “I want it here. As for which name, I hope you won’t mind. I know it’s about respect, but I want it to read Killian.”

  I heard the uncertainty in her tone.

  “Lakelyn, you calling me Killian intoxicates me. And no one is to see this but me. I want you to use Killian.”

  “Well, you, me, and my doctors will see it, but no one else.”

  “Better be lady doctors. I don’t want strange men to see you naked,” I grumbled.

  “You’ve had sex out in the open with women. You told me you have.”

  “I did, but I didn’t love them. They weren’t mine. You’re different. And strangers aren’t the same as my brothers.”

  “I’ll try to find female doctors, but that might not be possible. Just keep your caveman side tamed,” she teased.

  I let out a loud growl, and then I attacked. I swept her off her feet and put her over my shoulder. She squealed and wiggled. I smacked her ass. She jerked, cried out, and then moaned. It gave me an idea. She’d made other sounds when I smacked her, which made me believe my woman might like spanking and even being tied up. Maybe it was time to find out. I’d bought some toys to add to those I already had. I hadn’t used them on the sluts. These were special, and I’d kept them in case I ever found someone precious. That person was the only one I wanted to know the real me. Sure, I’d spanked and even tied up a few of the sluts, but that was it.

  I delicately tossed her onto the bed. Immediately, I crawled up and straddled her, pinning her arms above her head by the wrists. Her eyes shimmered with arousal. Her mouth was open, and she let a light, panting breath slip free. Her tits were jiggling with each inhale.

  “I’ll show you a caveman. Do you want to see that side of me? Let me play with you. I’ve been waiting to see if you want what I can give you. Just remember, you can always say no, Lakelyn. I don’t want you to do it just to satisfy me. It has to work for both of us. If you don’t know if you’ll like something, tell me, and we can try, and if you say stop, we’ll quit.”

  She licked her bottom lip before she answered me. “What did you have in mind, my caveman?”

  Her response sent a jolt through me. “What would you say if I wanted to spank that sweet ass of yours and restrain you? You’d be at my mercy.”

  “I’ve never been restrained. No one in my past gave me enough of a feeling of security to allow it. As for spanking, the few times you’ve smacked my ass, I found it very stimulating.”

  “We can keep it to the spanking,” I offered.

  “I said I didn’t trust anyone in my past to do it. I trust you, Killian. Let’s try it, and if it’s not for me, I’ll let you know. That goes for the other. If you get too crazy, I may have to shut you down.”

  “And I want you to do that. Let’s just restrain your arms. If you like it, we’ll try arms and legs next time. I need you to lie in the middle of the bed, put your arms above your head like you’re reaching for the headboard.”

  As I gave her instructions, I rose off her. While she got into position, I got under the bed. It was where I’d put the chest with my toys. I had rope and cuffs. I chose the leather cuffs lined with soft material. I didn’t want to chafe her skin.

  When I knelt on the bed, I found Lakelyn was watching me closely. I held them up. “These are what we’re using. Before we go further, let’s see if you can handle them.”

  I moved until I could reach her wrists. Then, I secured the strap connecting the two cuffs around a central metal spoke in the headboard. I’d bought this bed for the headboard and the possibility of using it like this one day, and I was glad I did.

  I ensured I didn’t fasten the cuffs too tightly on her wrists. “Are they too snug?” I asked.

  She tugged, twisted her wrists, and shook her head. “No, they feel good.”

  “I want you to get used to them. So while you do, ignore me,” I suggested, smirking.

  “Killian, what are you up to?” she asked suspiciously.

  “Me? Nothing. Just relax.”

  I scooted down far enough to reach those luscious tits of hers. She was still aroused. Her nipples didn’t lie. God, I had to try the clamps soon. Her nipples begged for them. I sucked the left one into my mouth and kneaded the right. I did it harder than I had in the past. That included biting down and tugging on the captured nubs. Her hips lifted off the bed, and she moaned.

  “Do you like that? Too hard?” I rasped.

  “Not too much. It stings, but the sensations of pleasure it causes more than make up for it.”

  “Good. If it becomes the opposite, tell me. Ultimately, I want you to be consumed with heavenly sensations. Pain should only enhance those for you, never detract or erase them,” I murmured before going back to worshipping her tits. I got a little lost in them and the sounds she made.

  I checked her hands when I decided it was time to move on. They were pink and warm. No chaffing was happening on her wrists. Now, to see if she would react favorably to the spanking. I had taken out something I thought I might use besides my hand. It was a paddle covered in leather.

  “Lakelyn, I’m going to help you roll onto your belly. Your arms will cross, but you should still be comfortable. Tell me if you’re not.”

  “God, yes,” she whispered.

  She mainly rolled on her own. I ensured a pillow was under her head, supporting her shoulders. The sight of her plump, juicy ass shining in the light made my hands itch. My cock had remained hard and kept producing droplets of precum, which slid from the slit to cover the head. I took a moment to pump up and down my length a few times. I groaned.

  “That’s my job. If you want to come, then let me suck your cock, or fuck me,” she demanded. She was watching me by craning her head to glance over her shoulder.

  “As much as watching you take my cock down your throat and sucking me dry turns me on, or the prospect of being inside your cunt makes me want to howl. I’m not ready. I was just keeping myself primed. I’m telling you. When I’m ready, you won’t get a warning. I’ll be too far gone. Your caveman will pounce.”

  “Pounce whenever you want, Killian.”

  I answered her by bringing my open hand down on her ass cheek. She jerked and gasped. From there, I varied my pace and what I did. When I was drawing out the tension for her, I’d lick, kiss, suck, and even bite her ass cheeks. The scent of her arousal filled my nose and made me grow closer to the end of my restraint.

  I peppered both cheeks with slaps, varying in intensity, until they turned bright pink. Her ivory skin, marked by my handprints, was beautiful. After several minutes of that, I reached over and picked up the paddle. The first blow made her gasp loudly. Then my woman moaned louder and longer as I covered her ass in more red marks. I listened for her to ask me to stop or to say it was too much, but she didn’t.

  Not long into the paddling, unable to stop myself, I yanked her to her knees and pushed her legs apart. I dove into eating her dripping wet pussy. She cried out and pressed back on my face. I ate her more desperately. She was so stimulated that Lakelyn came wailing not long into it. I didn’t stop. I just kept licking her through her orgasm and let her come down on her own. When it sounded like she was almost done, I shifted so I could slap her pussy with my cupped hand. And when I touched her, I pinched her clit.

  She yelled at me, but not to make me stop. “Oh God! Killian, more—oh Jesus, that feels incredible! Please, do it again,” she begged. At the end, she sobbed.

  I began to torment her with licks, bites, tweaks, and slaps to her cunt and her hard clit. She was weeping into her pillow, but when I asked if I should stop, she yelled, “No.”

  I’d never expected this kind of response. When Lakelyn exploded with her second orgasm, I couldn’t wait a moment longer. I positioned myself on my knees behind her, lined my aching cock up with her hole, and then I thrust hard.

  It was difficult to slide in because she clenched tightly and contracted her inner muscles. Her wailing grew louder. I kept pushing through until my balls slapped against her. I moaned. Her pussy clenched around me so fucking perfectly that I began to hammer away. I used her hips as handles so I could pull and push her on and off my rod as I stroked in and out of her unbelievable pussy.

  I was breathing raggedly and trying to hold out longer because it was too good to end, but I couldn’t. She’d stopped coming, but she was pushing her ass back to meet my thrusts. Her whimpering and uneven breaths were escalating. Tiny flutters of sensation kept moving over my length. My balls were drawn tight, and the twinges of fire were centering in my pelvis. I was about to blow.

  “Lakelyn, I’m comin’,” I warned about ten minutes into fucking her.

  I made two more strokes, then froze. The first jerk of my cock happened, and Lakelyn screamed and clamped down on me. I came, squirt after squirt as her cunt massaged my shaft. I saw heaven as I was drained, and she took my load. Her nectar ran down my balls. My head became fuzzy, and I wasn’t able to think, only feel.

  I came back to my senses when I realized I was lying on her back and smashing her into the mattress. I hadn’t noticed we’d collapsed. I weakly lifted myself enough to roll onto my side. I hated withdrawing from her, but I was spent for the moment. Though knowing me, I’d be raring to go in no time.

  “Fucking incredible,” I muttered.

  “I second that. I think cuffs and spanking are a yes,” she murmured.

  “Give me a minute, and I’ll let you loose. You’re so amazing, mon amour. Je t’aime,” I told her, kissing her neck.

  “Je t’aime aussi, mon cœur, I love you too, my heart,” my woman whispered back.

  Tears filled my eyes. I never honestly thought I’d be this blessed. Nothing, and no one, was taking this away from me. It was time to talk to Crypto. I needed to know what he had found so far on the Jacquots. I was done waiting.

  ☙☙☙

  Lakelyn and I asked to meet with Crypto, Cobra, and River at our house at noon. Yeah, I referred to it as our house. It was the truth. She was making it into a home rather than a place where I slept and found peace. I would’ve asked to meet sooner, but it was the weekend, and everyone deserved to sleep in and enjoy themselves. It allowed me to spend more time with my old lady.

  We discussed when we’d be able to get their stuff from Kearney. She’d gotten hold of her landlord early yesterday. He’d been less than pleasant but changed his tune after I adjusted his attitude over the phone and told him he didn’t want to be pissy with my club. Thankfully, he hadn’t thrown out their stuff. It was true she was over a month behind on rent, even after he used her deposit, but he had put their things in storage. I thought he likely did it in case she came looking for the stuff. I had no doubt he would’ve made her pay to get their things back.

  I’d asked if he called the cops when they disappeared. I was curious. The asshole said no. He assumed they skipped town. I asked him why they would do that and leave their things behind. He had no answer. He wasn’t the sharpest tool in the box. I informed him we’d be retrieving them, and we’d better not find anything missing or damaged. I assured him it would happen by the end of the month.

  I told Lakelyn that even if we weren’t finished with the Jacquots, although I hoped we would be, the plan was still to get their things. If the Jacquots were watching their apartment and made a move or followed us, all the better. We’d be prepared for them no matter what. She was still nervous about them hurting or killing us. She still didn’t understand the enormity of the Kings of Anarchy and how many men we could call upon if necessary.