Motown Takedown (Motown Down Book 3) (12 page)

“Is it PMS?
”
I ask taking her elbow to stop her from taking another swing at me.

“Oh my God,
”
she groans looking away. “I cannot believe you just said that. Out loud.”

“You’re never like this,
”
I remind her. “What the fuck has you lashing out at me?”

“You smell like perfume,
”
she whispers. “You smell like a woman’s perfume and not a pretty woman either.”

She may be young in age, but that was the only area where youth could be applied to her. My jaw was already burning from where she clocked me and it was obvious the thought of me with someone else sent her into a rage. The thought of someone else was laughable,but she couldn’t know that, not yet. Making sure we were alone, I pulled her into a hug she returned easily. “Calm yourself,
”
I whisper. “I had a delivery to a strip club, Cinn.”

Renewing her fight and losing, she huffs out, “You fucked a stripper?”

“I didn’t fuck anyone,
”
I say calmly. “Doesn’t matter what you smell like on the way in, you walk out smelling li
ke–
”

“Pheromones and pussy!”

“I was going to say cheap perfume, but you ain’t wrong.”

“Did you look?
”
she asks quietly.

“No,
”
I promise her. “Not one of them has anything I want to see.”

“Cosmo says men like strip clubs, the fantasy it presents.
”

“Got a living fantasy in my arms right now, Cinn, and she smells like heaven, not a pheromone.”

“Do you know what a pheromone is?”

“Not a clue,
”
I admit keeping her close. “I’d know your scent anywhere, that’s all that matters.”

“I know your scent too,
”
she whispers into my chest.

“Yeah? What do I smell like?”

“Home.”

For most men, pussy was pussy, not so for me. Not since finding her in that alley. Prior to that, women were disposable, short-term and useless.  Those whores would have never come to me freely, and I knew it, no woman would. The ones that did were paid for their time. That day in the alley when I saw this kid who was built like a woman but still clumsy and terrified, screaming for help changed my life. Right then and there, other shit ceased to matter because only she mattered. She was my future, and I was hers. My plan was to take her home, keep an eye out and wait until she was old enough to be claimed. His plan was to bring her with us and raise her in the den, by his side.

I chose this life; she was taken from the streets and thrust into it. To anyone looking, Savage by his own hand had created the ultimate female. Her transformation had nothing to do with him or even me. Cinn did what came naturally and did it really fucking well. Better than Savage and yes, better than me. He knew it just as he knew she and I had a connection. That connection was Cinn’s only weakness; it was my only weakness. He knew he could use it to his advantage and did. Moving me from his den to my own didn’t break our bond, nothing could. 

So he knew when he broke our agreement, claimed her sexually, it was me she was thinking of and
still
he did it.

She didn’t want Savage, she wanted me, always me.

She used to cry out for me in her sleep. So loud and so frequently, I would sneak into her room to cover her mouth. Only when she felt me pressed close to her would she calm. Had he found us, no doubt he would have killed us both? I should have challenged him, I shouldn’t have left her behind, I shouldn’t have made that fucking deal. She would have survived those early years, I know that now. I didn’t know that then. When I left, I worried for her, every second of every day. Little did I know, within hours of leaving she would go from having her own room to sleeping next to him. Had she called my name in her sleep? Had he heard? Did he punish her?

All these thoughts are why I needed a minute to just soak her in. I could smell her, taste her and didn’t want to stop touching her.  She craves my touch, I crave touching her, it worked. When she frees my hair and rubs my scalp I run a finger through her slit. Cinn always loved my hair, for her I kept it long, for her I do everything.

“Monarch?
”
she asks softly. “I’ve been memorizing your tattoos, and since I’m already rather conceited, it won’t shock you when I assume every one of them are about me.”

“They are,
”
I tell her while blowing on her again. Cinn likes it. Therefore, I kept doing it.

“Do you love me?
”
she asks quietly.

Moving from my spot between her legs, I climb on top of her, spread her apart and slide in. Slow at first, giving her a chance to adjust to my size. Giving myself a chance to hold it back. Her nails in my back dig deep, my dick goes in deeper. Her gasp of pleasure was mixed with my grunt of heaven. Working myself in and out of her, so fucking slowly, she goes wild. Not thrashing wild but if I had to guess, this was the first time Cinn wasn’t the one in control. This was the first time Cinn ever,
felt
.

Believe me, I got it. It was a first for me too.

She was tight, wet, and begging. I approved of all of these things. Giving her more, deeper now, harder, I watch the veins in her neck pop while she moans. I was going to come; this was a fact. I hadn’t been with anyone in years. Prior to this, not one was worth remembering. After all these years of sacrifice, I was finally where I always wanted to be.

A part of Cinn.

With my body covering hers, I feel it coming on but wanted her to come again first. “Let go, Mo chuisle,
”
I whisper into her mouth. “I’ve got you.”

Cinn screams my name into my mouth, and I felt her release, fucking
felt
it. Burying my face in her neck, I explode inside of her. I came so hard it hurt. Even the aftershocks had me thrusting inside of her, and she moaned through that too. Wrapping me up in her arms, she kisses my face, neck, chest, and arms. Cinn was always wanting to be touched as a kid, but no one was allowed near her to do it. Not a hug, a pat on the head, nothing. Savage denied her all of it. Rolling to my side and taking her with me, I move her damp hair from her face and take her mouth. Taking her hand and placing it over my heart I answer her question. “I have always loved you, Cinn.”

Lying there in silence, she tightens her grip, and I felt her tears running over my skin. That’s when I knew she loved me too, and I fell asleep knowing love for the first time in my life.

“You’re leaving?”

“Two days, Cinn,
”
he says staring me in the eyes. “Just two.”

Clearly sensing my distress, he motions me to stick my hand out, and I do. Quickly and carefully he slides something cool into my palm before closing my fingers around it. “Keep it hidden, sleep with it under your pillow and use it if necessary. Two days, I vow it.”

Nodding to him I tucked it into my bra and turned to walk away. I felt him watching me, but I couldn’t turn around without him seeing me cry. He did not lie; he was back in two days but after Savage found the pocket knife, he was kept from me for six months.

Last night a dream came true. What passed between us was monumental, beautiful, and overdue. He said he’d always loved me, and I knew it to be true. He’s loved me just as I’ve loved him. He took me two more times, both much more slowly and each was fucking amazing. He fell asleep buried inside of me where he belonged. For the first time in my life, I fell asleep happy. I fell asleep feeling safe and wrapped in his arms. I also woke up that way and did not want ruin it by bringing up what happened the night before. I decided some shit I would need to let go of, starting now.

Lying here not wanting to move, I had to admit it was tough to stay focused while your man cleaned between your legs. It was sweet and sexy, totally him. My pussy and its care had his complete and total attention. I could watch him tend to me for hours, no, years. “How did you know to do that?”

“Do what, Mo chuisle?”

“Clean me.”

“I didn’t know. Wanted you clean, I’m cleaning you.”

“So worth the wait,
”
I say running my hands along his rough face. When he leans in and smiles, I knew I would gladly endure another nine years of Savage if, the payoff was having him smile at me like this.

Last night he told me he loved me, and he meant it. This morning he’s looking at me closer and maybe a little deeper. Was he was waiting for me to declare my love too? If he was, he would be waiting a while because the words were there, they just wouldn’t come out. I’ve never said them before, not to anyone. Ever. That was the one thing Savage never forced me to do. He knew I didn’t love him and having to lie about it would do neither of us any good. All those years Savage was perfectly happy loving for the both of us. I was afraid if I said it aloud, some force would rip it away from me.

“You’ll say it when you’re ready,
”
he whispers into my ear stealing the thoughts from me. “I already feel it, Cinn, it’s always been there but when you’re ready, I’ll be waiting. But I already
know
.”

“Thank you,
”
I mumble into his neck.

“We have a meeting with Demo in two hours,
”
he says pushing the covers away and smacking my ass. “Ransom called this morning to let me know Demo was stepping up and wants to meet,
both
of us.”

Ugh, of course, he does.
Demo had been a part of the den for about four years. While he respected the business, he did not respect Savage. His previous boss had been taken down, and he joined us directly after. Demo and I weren’t friends because I didn’t have friends in this business, but he did support my decisions regarding the business. However, Demo lacked patience, and this meeting would be interesting at the very least. If Savage was a narcissist, Demo was a terrorist. He believed power lied in fear. He was the guy who would kill your wife, kids, and flush the family goldfish to ensure you followed his lead. He was also the guy that couldn’t be allowed to take over. At least not permanently. To keep things balanced, I knew I’d need to take my rightful place in the den eventually, but I wanted to be selfish and enjoy my new life with Monarch first. I wanted to discuss merging, see what he thought and how we’d go about doing it. Bottom line, there were things he needed to know.

“I need to brief you on him over breakfast,
”
I announce sitting up. I didn’t want to sit up; I wanted to stay here, naked, with him, but duty called.

“We shower, we have coffee,and we relax first,
”
he says pulling me up. “We’ll discuss Demo after that.”

Well okay, then
I think to myself heading for the shower. Watching him lean in to turn the water on, I take up residency by the door for no other reason than to enjoy the view. “You are scary beautiful,
”
I tell him.

“Yeah?
”
he says showing me those shiny gold teeth. “What about you then?”

“I’m just plain beautiful,
”
I smile speaking the truth. “You, though, the bad boy-crime-boss, I kill-for-fun vibe really fucking works for me.”

“Step to me,
”
he orders standing in front of the shower, rock hard and waiting.

Four steps had us chest to chest. Tilting my head back, he holds me captive with one hand. “You think
I’m
beautiful?
”
he says tightening his grip. “There is not a man breathing that wouldn’t kill to trade places me with me right now. Just for one glimpse of this,
”
he grates out. “You have the ability to make a sane man crazy, Cinn.”

“Then it’s a good thing you weren’t sane to begin with,
”
I tell him while trailing my nails down his arms and digging in. “I would paint the city red if another woman sought what belonged to me. I’ve never had anything of my own before,
”
I confess. “I will kill to keep it.”

“Mo chuisle,
”
he says biting my lip. “You won’t have to.”

Pulling me into the shower he steps up behind me and bites my shoulder letting me know my submission was required. “No more talk of death. I’m going to bathe my queen and she’s going to let me.”

Resting my face against the tile he did just that. He massaged my shoulders and soaped me up from tits to toes. Returning the favor, I push him against the tile and drop to my knees. Pushing his legs wider with my shoulders I take him to the back of my throat ignoring the gag. If it was the last thing that I did, I’d adjust to his size or die doing it. Monarch was loud, which I loved. He didn’t hold back or take it easy on me. His hands secured on the back of my head to take him deeper, refusing to let me lead snapped something free inside of me. I was used to doing all the work, with Savage it was a job. I fucking hated it, but it was still a job I did well. But with him, right now knowing he couldn’t get enough of my mouth because he couldn’t get enough of me, I decided if he wanted to lead, he would lead and I would follow.

“Fuck,
”
he growls looking down to watch me suck him off. “Grab my balls, Cinn, finish me off.”

Doing just that, he bends his knees and starts thrusting. “Down your throat,
”
he grates. “That’s your breakfast.”

“Mmmm,
”
I draw out and he loses it, in a good way. When he stopped thrusting into my mouth I looked up to see him reaching for the bottles. Giving him a grunt, he smiles down at me and says, “You’re blowing me in the shower, Cinn. Least I can do is wash your hair while you’re down there.”

Releasing him, I work him over with my fist while he does in fact, wash my hair. “Start with my roots,
”
I explain. “And work your way down.”

“I was rooted in that mouth,
”
he says massaging my scalp. “Open back up for me. Multitask, Cinn.”

Doing as I was told, he washed my hair while I sucked his dick. Neither of us did multitasking well. In fact, the whole process took a lot longer than it should have because I got soap in my eyes. “It burns!
”
I squeal rubbing my sockets.

“Shit,
”
he says pulling me to stand. Giving me full use of the spray, I rinse my eyes and move back to my original position. Monarch stood there grinding his jaw looking really angry.

“What’s wrong?
”
I ask.

“I hurt you,
”
he says softly. “It won’t happen again.”

“You didn’t hurt me, the shampoo did. But it only stings for a minute, I’m fine now.”

“My fault.”

Seeing he was dead serious, I lean up and kiss him grabbing his dick at the same time. “No one’s fault,
”
I assure him. “But I’ve got a blow job to finish, you gonna let me?”

“Proceed,
”
he says pushing me back down to my knees. Wasting no time, I sucked him hard and deep. I did this so well, he had to back us up to balance against the wall. Feeling powerful about that, I dug my nails into his ass and forced him to come.

“Take it,
”
he shouts before filling my throat with my liquid breakfast. Pulling me up slowly, he picks me up at the waist and backs me into the tile wall. “My fucking queen,
”
he moans while our foreheads touch. “No one will ever love you more.”

“Promise?
”
I ask needing him to say it.

“Mo chuisle,
”
he says roughly. “I promise.”

Then came the meeting with Demo. It went as expected. A lot of kissing of my ass, so he didn’t get shot where he sat. His promise to continue to the run the business as I had run the business plus, his oath to keep me in the loop until I was ready to take my place. It was too easy, too scripted and Monarch wasn’t buying it any more than I was. Demo had liar written all over him with a black sharpie. He also had
I love cocaine and hookers
penned too, but I digress…

When the meeting concluded and Monarch lifted me from his lap he asked me, “You trust him, Cinn?”

“There is one man I trust and his dick was just down the back of my throat. Demo and trust I wouldn’t necessarily put in the same sentence but I will say, he’s entertaining. I expect a body count at the very least.”

Laughing, he kisses me my mouth, stands me up then swats my ass before saying, “My fucking queen,
”
with nothing short of awe in his voice.