Page 18 of Kingpin

“This lifestyle takes so much from us, Israel.”

No truer words had ever been spoken. “I know.”

Her lips drew me in. They called to me, and I couldn't hold off any longer. Even though she had answered all of my questions, something in the pit of my gut felt off. All of it felt off. Yet I couldn't keep myself from gravitating to her, from drifting to her softness and her beauty and warmth. It was as if nothing in the world mattered at that precise moment.

“May I kiss my husband again?” she whispered.

I growled low. “Oh, you may do more than that.”

My lips fell on hers, and I pinned her body against the bathroom counter. She moaned down the back of my throat, and I swallowed it effortlessly. Tasting her sweetness on the tip of her tongue, I felt my cock rising to the occasion. It pulsed to life as I explored her clothed curves with my hands. I slid them up and down her back. I glided them around to the front of her body and cupped her tits. They were perfect handfuls, with just enough excess to watch them pour through my fingers.

There wasn’t anything about the woman’s body I didn't like.

“We have to get these clothes off you for the dry cleaners,” she whispered.

I kissed down her neck. “They’ll come off soon enough.”

I ripped her shirt shoulder down her arm, listening to the seams tear. She keened softly as I bit down against her skin, marking her as my own. I sucked patches of skin between my teeth, nibbling them until soft red marks appeared against her skin. Greedily I gripped her hips and hoisted her up, sitting her on the edge of the bathroom counter. As her heels fell to the tiled floor, I forced her knees open.

Before her womanly scent filled my nostrils.

“Fucking hell,” I grunted.

“Israel. I need you, please.”

Her pleas were so soft. So wanton. So filled with desire, I felt my cock leaking against my boxers. I stepped back and ripped my tie over my head before quickly untucking my shirt. I needed to get these bloodstained clothes off me anyway. Why not have a bit of fun with my wife in the process?

After all, if I couldn't blow off steam with her, what was the point of having a wife?

“Israel!”

A sudden crash downstairs caught my attention, and my arousal quickly dwindled. I whipped around, placing myself between my wife and the bathroom door as she clung to me, trembling and shaking. Anger rushed through my veins. No one scared my family in the middle of the fucking night like that. She gripped the back of my shirt before I turned around, taking her quickly in my arms.

“Come with me,” I said.

“Israel, what was that?”

“I don’t know. But I’m going to go check it out.”

I strode to the walk-in closet attached to our bedroom, and I set her inside it. I placed my finger to my lips, telling her to stay quiet. Then, I marched out of the room. I closed the door behind me and placed as many barriers between her and the stairs as I could. I closed the double doors. I pulled the decorative furniture into the middle of the hallway to create more obstacles for our intruder. As I tore my way down the stairs, I lunged for the coffee table in the living room.

I had a shotgun taped underneath.

“Who is it?!” I called out.

I cocked the gun and leveled it in front of me as I slowly made my way down the hallway.

“Show yourself!” I roared.

I heard the elevator rising up the shaft, and I whipped around. I charged back to the golden metal doors and stood there, my shotgun leveled as I drew in deep breaths. I rooted myself to the ground. Like a tree, spreading its roots and penetrating every ecosystem underground, I made myself the first barrier. Because no one, and I mean no one, got to my family unless they killed me first.

The elevator dinged. “Whoever the fuck you are, you should know that I have no issue—”

The doors slid open, and I was confused by the sight of nothing. Well, not nothing, but there definitely wasn’t a person standing there. Instead, there was a box. A cardboard box, to be exact. I slowly stepped into the elevator and cased the small opening before I kicked the box into my living room.

“Hello?!” I exclaimed.

I still hadn’t found the source of the loud crash, but it was plain to see that no one was in my penthouse, either. I backed out of the elevator and quickly turned around to go check the balcony. I threw the glass door open and stepped out into the nighttime. Horns honked in the distance as I panned around, ready to shoot at whatever moved. As I slid myself along the windows, walking around the private pool and hot tub I had put in after I moved into the place, I finally found the source of the bang.

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