The F King: A Bad Boy Romance (Still a Bad Boy Book 3) (14 page)

H
OLY FUCKING SHIT
!

My mind kept on wandering back to that day. Somehow I managed to get out of the Acardi building without being shot in the leg. Then a couple hours later, I had a call from my mom to get to the hospital.

The words rang out in my head. “Cancer in remission,” and then the next few words were drowned out as Sarina, my mom and I hugged each other and laughed the kind of laugh you can only have when the Governor calls with a pardon just before they’re about to throw the switch on your electric chair. Hysterical relief.

My lab assistants were walking on eggshells now, though. I’d been working them hard to make up for the slump in production, and spontaneously breaking out into laughter like the mad scientist some of the rumors had labelled me.

They were freaked out, and I didn’t give a fuck. I’d spent my last Christmas in the hospital, full of more hope than I’d dared to have for-fucking-ever, and that was worth celebrating, if anything was.

The only real outlet for my energy was Sarina. I fucked-in the New Year with her and she shared in my joy. It did my heart good to see how well the two of them got along.

My phone beeped and buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out to see a text message from an unknown number.

‘System online. Enter code 7di%4HN*tz into the remote app. Battery packs will last a year. Sale completed. We will be gone in a couple days. See you in the news. Track me down in the place I told you about in a few years.’

I’d been waiting for that message for over a year. It meant the noose was sitting nice and snug around the Acardi Crime Family’s neck and all I had to do was put on my executioner’s hood, pull the lever and really fuck up their day.

However, my priorities had changed. Once my mother was cleared to leave hospital and we had a plan in place for what care she needed to get back to 100%, it was time to leave Highston, and The F King, behind us in the dust.

Somehow, the idea of coming clean to Sarina didn’t seem like an insurmountable problem anymore. As long as I could tell her it was all in my past, surely there was nothing we couldn’t get over.

She held on to me so tight whenever we embraced, like she never wanted to let go. Well, she’d never have to. All I had to do was actually
get
all this shit into the past.

I fucking loved her. I loved her when I was inside her and she was making my ears ring, I loved her when we whispered in the dark, I loved her when we were completely silent. I fucking loved her and I wanted to fill my life with her.

The best part was that I was sure she loved me too. More sure than if I mixed an acid and a base I’d get water and a salt.

The hard part was going to be working out the logistics of taking as much of the Acardi’s money as I could and disappearing with my mom, Sarina and my own money all in one night. I had a month or two to figure that out, and in the meantime I had to play the model employee.

“Sir?”

I turned in my chair and saw one of my assistants, Pablo, standing at the entrance to my office and looking nervous. He held a few sheets of paper in his hand.

“Yes?”

“Here’s the results from the latest batch, would you like to look at them now?”

“Yeah, hand them over.” I waved him in.

Pablo gave me the test results and I flicked through them. “Has the last batch been weighed?”

“Yes sir.”

“What’s our level at for today, in total?”

“107% of target, sir.”

“Good, good. Hmmm. It looks like the initial filtration unit might be introducing trace amounts of impurities. Take it apart and see if there’s any kind of buildup in there.”

“Yes sir.”

Pablo left and I double-checked the printout to see if there was anything else that required my attention. There was nothing that needed the tweaking of a master chemist; they could carry on making perfect product just by each of them doing their little part.

I put the sheets of paper through the shredder and leaned back in my chair. That factory Tony told me about in Redmond
sounded
like the biggest single stockpile of cash for the Acardis any of my “informants” had ever seen, so at some stage I was going to have to take a little trip up there and see the lay of the land.

For now, though, I could do with some Sarina-time. I pulled out my phone again and sent her a message asking where she was. The answer came back after only a few minutes.

‘In the library. Millie dragged me here to study for a test we’ve got next week. What are you up to? xoxo’

I sent her a message saying I had something for her. Anvils tied to little strings at the corners of my mouth couldn’t have kept the smirk off my face. My jacket was already on and I was halfway out of the lab when the reply came through.

‘What is it? Want to meet up somewhere?’

Sitting in my car, I told her to hold tight, I’d find her there. Highston University Library was a fucking huge building. Lots of books on lots of shelves. Lots of places a sexy little human resources undergrad might get fucked hard, if somebody was willing and able to do it… and if she was able to keep quiet enough.

I started my engine with that smile still on my face and pulled out of the parking garage. I may have been planning on leaving the F King title behind, but I’d never felt more like royalty. I didn’t give much of a damn for monarchies, but I did know that one thing a good king should do is fuck the ever-loving bejesus out of his queen, so that was exactly what I was going to do.

W
hen Millie
and I arrived in the Library, we found it a lot busier than we expected. There must have been several papers with tests and assignments scheduled for shortly after the break.

As such, we couldn’t even sit together, and the first spot I found was at the end of a long row of private desks, set up like office cubicles with temporary walls separating them. I had all my books and printouts of the PowerPoint lecture slides spread out, with scribbled notes all over them, but I couldn’t have cared less about the test.

It didn’t matter if I passed, failed, or never took the test at all. I was only going to live this lie for as long as it took me to work up the courage to tell Ryan the truth.

I’d tell him everything, including the truth of my love. I’d quit the force and accept the repercussions of my actions. We’d be strong enough to get through this.

Together, we’d leave our past lives behind and start afresh. He was involved with something he’d need to let go of too, but he couldn’t be The F King. It wasn’t possible.

In the academy, they stressed that the bad guys didn’t always look like you expected. They didn’t always wear the stripy shirts and masks and come in the night and look like bad guys. You always had to be on your guard.

Statistically, they were no doubt correct… but that hadn’t been my experience. The bad guys in my life I had seen coming from a mile away. From the very first moments I was introduced as their new foster daughter.

None of them had ever shown the kind of righteous happiness that Ryan showed that day in the hospital. I didn’t think any of them had a clue what love was.

Whatever else Ryan might be, he deserved to be loved. He was mine, I was his, and that was all that mattered.

Since that afternoon a few days before Christmas, it had been the happiest time of my life. Swept up in the Crewe family celebrations, no meetings with Shelton, I was temporarily free to be a one person instead of two, young, happy and in love.

With them, I found what I’d been yearning for my whole life without knowing it. Family, love, future, acceptance, passion. It was incredible how I had to pretend to be somebody else in order to find myself.

“Found you.”

I looked up at Ryan and smiled. “Yes you did.”

“Fuck you’re hot,” he whispered quietly as he leaned in and kissed me.

“You’re not so bad yourself. You wanna get out of here?”

Ryan stood tall again and looked back over the row of library cubicles, then shook his head before whispering. “I couldn’t have picked a better spot myself, seeing how busy the place is.”

“Better spot for what?”

Ryan took a small step forward so he was standing right against my chair, then leaned down and took my hand in his. He ran my hand up his thigh, then settled it on his pants, right on his already hard cock.

“For me to give you something,” he said.

My eyes darted around, and confirmed that we were at least
visually
secluded, even if there was a person in the cubicle next to us, and next to that. I dropped my jaw in a silent gasp at the naughty thrill as I turned back to him.

His hand left mine and curled around the back of my neck, his thumb stroking my cheek. I kept mine exactly where it was, even stroking his hard bulge a little.

“We can’t do this,” I mouthed silently, in contradiction to my actions.

“Oh yes we can,” he mouthed back.

I caressed his cock through his pants and bit my lip. With butterflies swarming my stomach, I cast my eyes around one last time for anybody who might have a line of sight on us, or security cameras.

Seeing none, I brought my other hand up and carefully unzipped his pants. Every click of the slider along the zip made me wince and listen nervously for any sign that the person next to us had heard.

When no such sign came, I reached inside under the watchful eye of my boyfriend. Ever since Halloween, he’d been insatiable, but then so had I, and now was no exception. After a moment of trying to figure out whether to try to push his boxers down, I reached in through the gap at the front and managed to disentangle his thick manhood from his underwear and pull it out into the open.

I wrapped my fingers as far around it as I could and gave him a couple two-handed strokes, almost as in awe as I had been the first time I ever saw it. Before I was too far gone, I shook myself out of my trance and looked up at Ryan.

“Make sure nobody is coming,” I mouthed.

After a cursory glance down the row of cubicles, he mouthed back, “Make sure somebody
is
.”

I gave him a defiant scowl and then pulled his cock towards me. Never taking my eyes off his, I slowly swirled my tongue around the swollen head until it was glistening with my saliva.

With narrowed eyes and parted lips, Ryan nodded his approval, and I moved my lips near the base of his cock, snaking my tongue past the open zip and licking as close to his balls as I could. My nose led the way, nuzzling the underside of his cock as I licked from base to tip before opening wide and slipping him into me.

Ryan disguised his groan of appreciation as a clearing of his throat, and rocked his hips a little to push himself deeper into the warm and wet confines of my mouth. I moved with him, sliding my lips along the head of his cock and as far down the shaft as I could without it hitting the back of my throat and making any unnecessary noise.

Working my hands in unison with the bobbing of my head, I felt every beat of his heart through his throbbing length. Ryan brushed all my hair away from my face and gathered it into a rough ponytail at the back of my head, holding me tight.

The mixture of my saliva and his pre-cum was soon dribbling along the length of his cock, making my hands slip freely as I jerked him off in tandem with my blowjob. I could feel the heat of him, the
hardness
, and squeezed my thighs together at the faint sensation of electric pleasure between my legs.

I alternated with slow strokes, sucking him as hard as I could and swirling my tongue on the sensitive head, and bobbing as fast as I could, letting the ridge of his cock bump over my lips so quickly it was almost a blur. With every fiber of my being, I worshipped that cock.

With each passing moment I felt his excitement, and mine, grow. I knew it wouldn’t be too long before the grip on my hair would pull even tighter, that cock would twitch, and my mouth would be flooded by his creamy cum.

I wanted it
all
. This time I’d make sure none was wasted.

The pull came, but instead of the sweet reward I wanted, he pulled out completely. I looked at him like he was a dirty thief, feeling the cool rivulets of our combined juices on my chin.

“Bend over the desk,” he whispered harshly.

I blinked in disbelief, but my pussy was
aching
for him and assumed control. “You’ll have to be quiet,” I mouthed.

“Not me I’m worried about,” he said with that devilish grin I loved.

I smiled back and stood, careful to stay crouching below the level of the cubicle wall, and pushed my chair to the side of the desk before bending over it. Ryan still had his hand wrapped around my ponytail. I looked over my shoulder and held his gaze as I reached up my skirt and hooked my thumbs into my panties, pulling them down to mid-thigh.

“As hard as you dare,” I whispered and winked.

Ryan leaned over me as I turned to face forward. A sheet of paper stuck to my hand, and I shook it off in frustration, before curling my fingers over the front edge of the desk and holding on for dear life.

His free hand came to rest on the small of my back and I could feel my skirt getting lifted by his erect cock. It touched first the inside of one thigh, and then the other as it rose, steadily approaching my pussy.

Finally, it touched both thighs a moment before that familiar hardness came to rest against my soft wet petals. Using his grip on me to help force himself forwards and keep me where he wanted me to be, my pussy stretched to a tight ring as his huge masculine presence made itself known.

I bit my lip as hard as I could, but accommodating Ryan always pushed my body to its limits and I let out a sound that nobody would have been able to identify. Was it a grunt? Snort? Giggle? Squeal? I had no idea, but I let go of the desk with one hand and clamped my hand over my mouth as my eyes began to water.

My cheeks puffed up with a sigh I didn’t dare let out and my eyes half-closed in relief when the swollen head of Ryan’s cock slipped inside me. After a couple partial-strokes, I felt his body pushing against my ass, and I was
full
of him.

“Mmmm. That’s my girl.”

He was speaking so quietly I could barely hear him, but every breath I took seemed to want to catch in my throat and turn into a moan of contentment or a yelp of pleasure. Ryan began sawing his thick cock into me with slow and steady thrusts and my eyes bulged with the need to scream my ecstasy.

I looked wildly from side to side as if some kind of help might appear out of thin air. The only man who had ever fucked me took his pleasure from my body once again and soon he was thrusting into me with a steady rhythm.

My face was turning bright red with the pressure building up inside of me and I adjusted the position of my hand so that my fingers were still pressing my lips closed but the heel of my hand was also forcing my chin shut. My skirt and Ryan’s pants muffled the sounds of our bodies meeting, but I was being tortured by my own silence.

I was losing my mind, I couldn’t take this much longer. Tears were streaming down my glowing-red cheeks and a window-shattering scream of bliss was constantly trying to explode out of me.

Like a soldier diving on a grenade, my pussy squeezed Ryan’s thick cock with all my might. The pleasure intensified and I squeezed my eyes shut against it.

Ryan’s hands moved to my hips and his breathing came faster as he pounded into me even harder. A humming sound grew and drowned out everything else, as my need for oxygen threatened to exceed what I could suck in through my nose.

With the humming came a brown fog that crept in around the edge of my vision, then suddenly swooped in as my pussy convulsed with a powerful orgasm. I tried to maintain control of my mouth, keeping it shut, but there was no way of knowing for sure.

Triumph surged up within me as I felt the hot spurt of Ryan’s sperm in my depths. That meant I wouldn’t have to deal with too much more of this torturous pleasure when I floated back down from my own climax. I didn’t think I had the willpower.

Ryan’s fingers pressed into my skin hard, pulling my body against him so he could force his cock as deep into me as he could to unleash his hot semen, until I felt it trickling down the insides of my thighs.

The pleasure-hum started to fade away as he became still, and I felt my hand flop away from my mouth as the power of vision returned. I worked my jaw and licked my lips to the soundtrack of two people catching their breath as quietly as possible.

“I’m sleepy,” I whispered.

“You wanna continue your studies back at my place?” he asked.

“Yeah. Studies. I fucking love you.”

Ryan extracted himself from me and I was inwardly embarrassed at how hard I had to fight not to pout. There was plenty more where that passion came from.

All that lust-filled attention, all that love, could be mine forever if I could figure out the right way to tell him the truth. If there was any right way. That risk was the courage-hurdle I had to fight my way over.