Arranged love

“Fine.” He takes a step back from me, releasing my chin, and holds his arms out wide.

My eyes drop to his black combat boots and run up over his jeans and T-shirt. I blink, wondering just how much I actually had to drink. “Cross …” He’s covered in blood. “What happened?”

“You want the truth, Alexa? Here it is.” He takes a few steps back and walks over to the sinks. Turning on the water, he starts to wash his hands and forearms. Blood covers the porcelain sink, splashing up on the countertop.

“Where did you go?” I ask, trying to rack my brain about how long he left me at the bar for. I can only count the drinks I’ve had but even that number may be off by a few.

“I had business to handle,” he clips. His green eyes stay on mine in the mirror while he washes away any evidence of what he did. Or who he hurt.

I swallow, running a hand through my hair, pushing it from my face.

Once his hands are dried, he turns to face me once again. “You wanted to see the real me. This is it.” He arches a dark brow. He’s challenging me.

I know I should be terrified. There are a thousand questions I should be asking or just running from him. But I’m not. He’s right; I wanted to see the real him. Cross-the Dark King. Here he is in the flesh, covered in someone else’s blood.

I’m hot. Like physically burning up hot from my fight. My limbs heavy from the alcohol and my body tingling from the way he pinned me up against the wall after he pulled me off Rachel.

We haven’t spoken about her. Ever. I know he fired her, but I never asked him to do that. He told me he had fucked her the night before I ran into him here at the Airport. And although I hated that he slept with her, I never worried about him doing it since we’ve gotten together.

He takes a cautious step toward me. I stand my ground. Not retreating. I’m not afraid of this man. Or what he’s capable of. I’m stronger than he gives me credit for. Rachel was wrong. I can be whatever he fucking needs. A Queen protects her King. She stands in front of him because she knows he’s got her back.

Fuck her. She can have Mitch. But Cross? He’s mine. I won’t give up my King. She’ll have to fight me for him. And I refuse to go down easily.Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

He takes another step toward me. “Alexa-”

I step forward, going to him, pressing my lips to his, cutting off whatever he was going to say. I’m not in the mood for talking or fighting. “Fuck me!” I growl into his mouth as I hear “Play with Fire” by Sam Tinnesz and Yacht Money play through the speakers.

He lets go of me and pulls back. I can see the hesitation in his eyes.

“I can handle the real you, Cross. Try to prove me wrong,” I challenge him back.

Without hesitation, he leans over, locking the bathroom door. “With pleasure, gorgeous.”

I yank my skirt up, and he reaches between my legs, shoving my thong to the side. He plays with my already wet pussy while I rip his bloody shirt up and over his head, tossing it to the floor, my hands exploring the familiar curves of his muscles as they flex. There’s not even a scratch on him.

He nibbles on my lip. And I turn my head to the side to give him my neck while my hands go to his jeans. I undo his belt, button, and zipper, pulling his cock free, and he bites into my neck, making me gasp.

“Turn around,” he orders, yanking away and shoving me to face the wall.

But I can’t kiss him in this position. He’s now standing behind me. “Cross …”

His hand comes up and covers my mouth, silencing me while his shoes spread my high heels wide for him. Then I feel his free hand between my legs and his cock slides into me, stretching me to accommodate his large size.

I moan around his hand, mine fisting the wall. Once he’s all the way in, his now free hand drops from his dick to grip my left thigh, and he lifts it, my heel coming off the floor, allowing him to get deeper.

He fucks me from behind up against the wall in a bathroom at the Airport with blood on his clothes that isn’t his, and I couldn’t be more turned on.

CROSS

I LOWER HER shaking leg and turn her around to face me. She is panting, her big tits bouncing with each breath. I cup her chin and kiss her parted lips. “Don’t think this means we’re not going to discuss what happened later.”

She gives me a weak smile. “Oh, we’ve got a couple of things to talk about.”

I groan, pulling away from her and shoving my cum-covered cock into my jeans. She manages to walk over to the stall I yanked her out of and use the restroom. Seconds later, she exits and washes her hands. “Come on.” I unlock the door and yank it open to find a line of women booing us as I pull her down the hallway for occupying the restroom.

I told her to stay at the fucking bar, but of course she didn’t listen. I wasn’t surprised to return and find her missing. Thankfully, the women’s restroom was the first place we looked.

We return to the bar where the rest of the Kings are. The women are all smiling while the guys are shaking their heads. They’ve managed to clean themselves as much as I have.

“God, that was awesome. She’s such a bitch,” Emilee states, referring to Rachel. “Our girl needs a drink.”

Titan already has one lined up and places it on the bar in front of her, and she throws it back.

I take the empty glass and slide it across the bar. “We need to go.”

“What?” The girls whine.

I don’t even give her a chance to argue with me. Taking her hand, I start dragging her out of this place. The Kings and I are bloody; we all need showers. People don’t even look at us twice here. Shit like this happens at the Airport all the time. I just need to get her home before I end up killing someone else tonight. Thankfully, Turner offered to take care of the body we left in one of their cells. Otherwise, we’d be heading out to the desert to bury it.

“My brother spilled my drink all over me.” I hear April telling Grave as he drags her along too.

“I’ll take care of it,” he assures her.