Fierce King: An Enemies to Lovers Romance (L.A. Ruthless Series Book 1)
Fierce King: Chapter 31

I stood at the floor length window of my office at the hotel, looking out at the L.A skyline. I would never tire of this view no matter how many times I looked out across it. I smiled as I thought of another view I’d never tire of and that was of my wife’s beautiful ass as I fucked her from behind. My cock twitched at the memory.

I heard the door creaking behind me and turned knowing it would be Jax,

I turned to see him sauntering into the room.

‘Hey, amigo,’ he said as he took a seat opposite my desk.

I nodded at him. After our trip to Chicago, Jax had headed straight to Virgnia to dig into Layton Cooper and replace out if what he’d told us in that warehouse was true. This was Alana’s father we were talking about, and I didn’t want anyone else looking into this for me.

‘What have you got for me?’ I asked.

‘Everything points to what Cooper said being the truth,’ Jax said as he let out a low breath.

‘So, how was the daughter’s death ruled a suicide?’

‘Well, we both know that Foster Carmichael has a lot of powerful people at his disposal. Bethany Cooper was a young, troubled teen. She’d just had an abortion and couldn’t live with the guilt – at least that was the picture that was painted.’

‘But Layton Cooper believed differently?’

Jax nodded. ‘Yep. And all of the leads I followed led me to the same conclusion. Her friends confirmed she completely changed after her trip to New York. She went from a straight A student who was popular and outgoing, to someone who was withdrawn and barely spoke to anyone.’

‘And the baby?’

‘Bethany told people that it was her high school boyfriend who’d knocked her up, but I spoke to the kid and he flat out denied it. I put some pressure on him too, amigo, but he said he and Bethany had never got past third base.’

‘But Foster though? She would have been fifteen when he met her?’

Jax nodded. ‘I know. Sick fuck! But I had a friendly chat with the coroner,’ he said with a flash of his eyebrows.

I knew from experience that Jax’s friendly chats were anything but and the coroner would have been lucky to escape with just a broken bone or two.

‘And he confirmed that he was paid a significant amount of money from someone in the Carmichael administration to confirm the death as suicide, despite there being no note and some defensive wounds on Bethany’s wrists.’

‘Fucker!’ I hissed.

‘And if that wasn’t enough, Bethany apparently confided in her best friend, Karen, that the baby’s father was an older man she’d met in New York, who had basically invited her to his office, drugged her and convinced her that she had begged him for sex. She didn’t name this man, but said he was very powerful. Karen also told me that Bethany was clearly terrified of this guy and what he was going to do to her.’

‘But what’s the connection between the Coopers and Carmichael?’

‘Layton Cooper did some contracting work on Foster Carmichael’s lake house. I spoke to some of his employees and from what they said, Bethany used to enjoy going to work with her dad and his crew sometimes. Cooper took his daughter to Carmichael’s lake house and apparently while she was there, Cooper objected to the unhealthy interest Carmichael showed in his young daughter and he stopped her going there. I had someone look into Bethany’s social media accounts and she had arranged to meet someone in New York a few weeks later during her class trip. Carmichael was in New York at the time.’

‘And Carmichael, or at least someone from his administration, paid to cover this up?’ I asked, knowing all too well how easily corrupted some officials were.

‘Yes,’ Jax said with a solemn nod of his head. ‘You think Alana knew about any of this?’

I shook my head. ‘No way. She volunteers forty hours a week at a shelter for abused women and kids. I can’t believe that she would be involved in anything like that.’

Jax let out a low whistle. ‘You’ve married into one fucked up family, amigo, and that’s saying something.’

I nodded my agreement. ‘At least my family are open about what we are, but Carmichael pretends he’s some sort of fucking saint. And worst of all, Alana believes he is too. It drives me fucking crazy how loyal she is to that son of a bitch.’

‘She’ll see through him one day, amigo.’

‘I fucking hope so. I won’t have my children anywhere near that sick fuck!’

By the time I got home a few hours after my meeting with Jax, I was still raging. And if I couldn’t take my frustration out on the Carmichael who deserved my wrath, then his daughter would have to do. Besides, she could soothe my anger way more effectively than anything else I could think of.

I stormed through the house looking for her and found her in her usual spot, reading in the den. She was such a bookworm and I’d come to realize that reading was her favorite way to unwind. But, it most definitely wasn’t mine.

She looked up from her book as I walked into the room – all huge brown eyes and innocence.

Did she really have no idea what a monster her father was? Or was she covering for him. Did she know all about poor Bethany Cooper and the fact that her father had raped and murdered her?

I shook my head. I couldn’t believe it of her. She was too good. Too good for her cunt of a father, and too good for me. Pity I was too much of a monster myself to let her go though.

I walked over to her and held out my hand. She put her book down on the sofa beside her and took my hand without questioning why, or where I was taking her.

I pulled her up and led her out of the room and up to the master bedroom. As soon as we were inside, I closed the doors behind us and she stood by the bed, staring at me and trembling slightly. I crossed the room to her and brushed my knuckles across her cheek.

‘I’ve had a fucking awful day,’ was all I could think of to say. All I could offer as justification for what I was about to do to her.

She nodded in understanding. ‘Okay,’ she breathed.

‘Take off your clothes and lie on the bed,’ I growled.

She obeyed immediately and started to slide her yoga pants over her hips and down her legs before kicking them off. She wasn’t wearing panties and her compliance with my rule almost made me smile.

I watched as she silently removed her tank top and bra and tossed them onto the floor too. Then she lay back on the bed.

‘Spread your legs so I can see what belongs to me,’ I snapped as I started to undress, and she opened them wide until I had a glorious view of her waxed pussy.

I heard her breathing becoming heavier and faster as she waited for whatever I was about to do to her. I pulled my belt off and walked to the head of the bed.

‘Give me your hands,’ I said, and she lifted them up to me. I looped the leather around her wrists, pulling it tight against her skin until she winced slightly. I fed the belt through the metal bed-frame and then back through the loop on her wrist before fastening it and securing her wrists in place.

She looked up at me the whole time I was doing it, her eyes wide and her mouth open in expectation. I bent down and kissed her quickly, nipping at her lower lip as I pulled away.

I picked up a pillow. ‘Ass up,’ I ordered, and she raised her hips, allowing me to slide the pillow beneath her so that her pussy was at the perfect angle for the hammering I was about to give her.

When I’d finished undressing, I crawled over her, running my hands over her body and squeezing each of her breasts in turn, making her groan out loud. I was already hard, and I couldn’t wait to bury my cock in her. But if I wanted to fuck her as hard as I intended, I needed her wet and loose.

‘Alex,’ she moaned, and I sucked one of her nipples into my mouth as my hand slid down her body until I reached her slick folds.

‘I need to fuck you real hard, princess,’ I growled against her skin as I slipped two fingers inside her.

‘I know,’ she moaned as I added a third finger, stretching her wide as she writhed beneath me, pulling at her wrist restraint.

‘The more you pull against that, the tighter it will get,’ I said as I grazed my teeth along the soft skin of her neck.

‘I can’t help it,’ she panted.

I sank my teeth into her neck and sucked hard.

‘Alex,’ she whimpered.

‘What, princess?’ I growled as I thrust my fingers in and out of her.

‘I need you inside me,’ she breathed.

‘I’ve got half of my hand inside you, Alana. How much more of me do you want?”

She dragged in a breath as I pumped her faster.

‘You want my cock in you, don’t you?’

‘Yes,’ she gasped as her hips bucked against me. I slipped my fingers out of her wet channel and positioned myself at the perfect angle between her thighs, until I was nudging at her opening. My cock was screaming to be inside her.

She pulled at her restraints again as she tried to press her hips up onto me, but I held her in place, my body pressing down on hers. I rested my upper body on one forearm and I wrapped my free hand around her throat.

She looked at me. Completely helpless. Just how I liked it. I hadn’t done anything to earn her submission, but I would take it anyway.

‘Alex,’ she whispered. ‘Please?’

I suddenly realized that I had more than her submission. I had her trust too. And I definitely hadn’t done anything to deserve that.

‘If that’s what you want, princess,’ I growled as I slammed into her.

She made a noise – half shout, half groan, somewhere between pain and pleasure, and it turned me into a demon. I pressed my mouth over hers, forcing my tongue inside her as I gently squeezed her throat. She whimpered into my mouth, but she kissed me back as fiercely as I kissed her.

After a few minutes, I had to wrench my mouth away from hers so I could breathe as my heart raced. I buried my face in her neck instead as I nailed her to the bed with every ounce of energy I had.

I’d never felt such a desperate need to get inside someone before. My body craved her. I felt like I was losing my mind. What the fuck was this woman doing to me?

I took my hand from her throat and she gasped as I slid it down her body, cupping her ass cheek and lifting her hip even higher so I might get another fraction further inside her.

‘Oh, God,’ she moaned.

‘No, not God. Me,’ I growled in her ear as I drove into her even harder.

I bit and sucked her neck as I kept on fucking her, marking her as my own. Because she was only meant for me. I loved that no man had touched her before me and I would make sure that none ever would after me.