Serpent King's Bride: A Dark Mafia Romance Trilogy

I knelt in front of her, remembering how we’d done this before—how I’d licked her pussy then buried myself in her wet heat, how we’d been interrupted…and how she’d followed me to what should have been her doom. But tonight was just ours—and I tried to focus on her and not on the past as I dragged her black lace panties down her hips, then slipped them into the pocket of my slacks. Her thighs were still sticky from our tryst before the initiation, from the reminder I’d left that she belonged to me.

After the horror of this night, I needed her.

I needed her the same way I needed air, the same way I needed water. She had somehow made herself absolutely essential.

Without hesitation, I stood and hiked up her skirt, the soft fabric bunching at her waist as she wrapped her legs around me, bracing between my chest and the wall. The thumping bass of the club faded into a distant hum as I scrambled to unzip my slacks, as I pulled my cock out.

I thrust inside her, Abby clenching around me…and I was home.

She clung to me, nails digging into my shoulders, her breath hitching in sharp intakes that matched each thrust. The heat of her surrounded me, and I moved with a single-minded purpose, driving us both toward the edge. There was no world beyond this alcove, no sounds but our mingled pants and the occasional stifled moan.

“God, Nathan…” she gasped, her voice strained. “I’m already…oh God…”

She came hard, her body tightening around me like a vise, and I reveled in the feel of her falling apart in my arms.

“Did you…?” she managed between breaths, her eyes searching mine for an answer.

I shook my head, capturing her lips in a searing kiss that told her everything she needed to know. “I want to take you to bed,” I said, echoing the promise I’d made the first night we’d been together. “I’m not done with you yet.”

The cool San Francisco air hit us as we stumbled out of the Serpent’s Den, the club’s door closing behind us with a definitive thud. Abby’s laughter mingled with mine, a sound so pure it cut through the fog of our earlier lust. Her hand found mine, fingers intertwining as if they were made to fit together. We were giddy, drunk on each other and the night’s electric charge.

“Can’t believe we just did that,” I said, my voice a low rumble as I glanced back at the club, its neon sign flickering like a beacon of our indiscretion.

“I mean, we’ve done it before…”

“Sure—but only ever with you,” I growled. “I can’t stay away from you.”

I squeezed her hand, leading her toward my parked car. Away from the madness, away from prying eyes. It was just Abby and me now, our own little world within the chaos of the city.

“Are you sure you can wait until we get home?” she said, a playful lilt in her voice that made my heart race all over again. She bumped her hip against mine, a taunting gesture that had desire coiling tight in my gut.

“Wait?” I echoed. “Who said anything about waiting?”

I shoved her against the car, tangling my fingers in her hair. My lips crashed onto hers, hard and insistent, as if I could devour the teasing words straight from her mouth. My hands roamed beneath her dress, tracing the smooth skin of her thighs before sliding to the slick warmth between them. She gasped into the kiss, her body arching into my touch, and I groaned deep in my throat.

“Fuck, Abby,” I muttered against her lips, my fingers dancing over her, finding her still wet, still ready for me. The fabric of her panties was bunched up in my pocket, a trophy of our earlier tryst, and the thought of it made my blood burn with need. “You have no idea how much I fucking need to be inside you, petal.”

I didn’t know where the nickname came from—but it clicked in seconds. She was the most beautiful, fragile thing I had…the thing that gave me purpose. Something that deserved care, love.

“Take me home, Nathan,” she breathed out, breaking the kiss just enough to look me in the eyes. Her gaze was steady, but her chest heaved with each breath, betraying her desire. “You promised. Remember? First night at Neon?”

I couldn’t help but smile at that, even as my hand remained firmly between her legs, playing her like my favorite instrument. “I remember,” I said, voice thick with the memories of that night. It was raw, unrestrained—and it had changed everything.

“Then keep your promise,” she demanded softly, her fingers curling into the front of my shirt, pulling me closer.

I snapped back to the urgency of our need, her words like a whip crack in my mind. With a snarl of raw desire, I yanked her door open and practically pushed her inside before slamming it shut. I strode around the hood, my heart racing. The engine roared to life as I started the car, and within moments, we peeled out of the parking garage into the night.

The streets of San Francisco blurred past us, the city lights streaking by like shooting stars as we sped through them. Abby’s breaths came fast, each one a mix of anticipation and something wilder.

“Touch yourself,” I commanded, my voice rough with need.

Without hesitation, she hitched up her dress, revealing her glistening pussy to the dim glow of the dashboard lights. She looked fucking obscene, her makeup smeared from how hard I’d kissed her at the club. It was a sight that seared itself into my brain, etched deep alongside every other memory of her.

“Can’t wait to get you out of that dress,” I growled, my grip tightening on the steering wheel. Every fiber of my being strained towards her, drawn by the magnetic pull of her bare flesh. I wanted to pull over, to take her right there on the side of the road, but the promise I’d made echoed in my ears.

Home.

I’d take her home and make good on every filthy word I’d whispered to her since that first night.