Ruthless King (Mount Trilogy #1)

“Okay, then let’s do this,” she says with a nod, and Scar hands her the toolbox I didn’t notice he was holding until just now. As soon as he hands it off, he leaves the room.

Within a few moments, I’m again lying back on Mount’s desk, this time of my own volition. Either that or I’m losing my f*cking mind. It could be either at this point, honestly.

Delilah has me sanitized, prepped, and ready a few minutes later, and Mount stands beside the desk, next to me.

When I catch sight of the long, thick needle that’s going to push through a very sensitive part of my anatomy, the jewelry threaded on one end, gold with an emerald crystal as requested, I start to second-guess my decision.

“Just take a few deep breaths in and out for me,” Delilah tells me, like we’re sitting in Voodoo Ink and this isn’t some crazy house call. “It’s not nearly as bad as what you’re imagining. I promise.”

I breathe as she instructed, but I’m still freaking out inside.

“Okay,” Delilah says. “I’m going to tell you to take a deep breath in through your nose and then blow it out through your mouth, and we’ll be done before you know it. Deep breath in,” she orders, and my hand snakes out beside me, clamping around Mount’s fingers as I comply. “Now, blow it out.”

I grip his hand as I do it, and he squeezes back.

The sting is there and gone in an instant.

“And you’re almost done.” Delilah’s tone is congratulatory. “Just let me unscrew this and get the end of the jewelry tightened down, and you’ll be good to go.”

I loosen my hold on Mount’s hand, but he doesn’t let go. I tell myself it’s because my lungs are still heaving at a rate likely to cause hyperventilation.

After a few more efficient movements, Delilah stands and snaps off her latex gloves. Mount drops my hand instantly.

“You’re all set. I can leave after-care instructions for you. But one thing . . .” Her gaze darts to Mount for a second before returning to me. “You’re going to want to be gentle with it for a few days. It’ll be healed within a week, but . . . take it easy for a couple days. You’ll know if you overdo it. And you also know where to find me if you have any issues or questions.”

I flip my skirt down and close my legs. “Thank you. You’re pretty good at that.”

Delilah shrugs. “Somehow, I always get stuck doing the piercings, but this is a pretty easy one. So much less painful than the nipples.”

My gaze shifts to Mount’s, and I hope he’s not getting any ideas. I’m a big fan of my nipples exactly the way they are.

“No, thank you,” I say with emphasis. “I’m not piercing those.”

“Good.” She looks at the panel that conceals the hidden door where she entered. “Now, how the hell do I get out of this place?”





Keira





After Delilah leaves, Mount escorts me back to my room, and it’s the first time I’m allowed to walk through the maze of hidden passageways and stairs with my sight intact. However, most of my attention is focused on the new sensitivity between my legs. With each step, my clit seems to swell and my body heats.

Spontaneous orgasms aren’t really possible, right?

I push the thought away and think of something else. Like the fact that something shifted in Mount’s office as Delilah pierced me.

For the first time ever, I touched him voluntarily, and I know Mount didn’t miss that fact. Maybe that’s why I’m being granted the privilege of being able to see where my room lies in relation to what I assume is Mount’s inner sanctum.

It doesn’t take me long before I realize this isn’t one building, it’s multiple buildings connected by corridors and stairs, built at least a hundred years before I was born. My best guess? We’re somewhere in the French Quarter, and when we walk through an open courtyard, I can hear the sound of revelry not far away.

Which means the building or buildings are most likely soundproof. Good to know. I also spy a wrought-iron gate at the back of the courtyard and catch a glimpse of taillights as a car drives by on either a street or alley.

“I won’t f*ck you tonight, unless you think your ass is ready after spending the morning wearing that plug.”

The thought of the car and gate vanishes from my head as I jerk my gaze up to Mount’s.

“Uh, that would be a hard no, chief.”

A rough chuckle leaves his lips as he leads me into another building, and I’m guessing this one is where my suite is housed. We climb two more sets of stairs before we reach the internal set of rooms.

Mount opens the door and gestures for me to enter before following me inside. “Then we better step up your training. Use the facilities if you need them, then I want you bent over the end of the bed, naked and waiting.”

“What?” I sound shocked because tonight has already been overwhelming enough.

“How else am I gonna stretch your ass to fit my cock if you don’t take a thicker plug?”

“It’s only been one day! This is a process. It should take weeks.”

He reaches down and grasps the thick shaft pressing against his suit pants. “You’ve got three days, and I’m being generous. Now, go.”

His tone, softer than what it was in the room with Delilah present, still invites no argument. And here I thought something had changed. Apparently, I was wrong.

I take care of my business in the bathroom, sucking in a breath as my new jewelry connects with my clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through me.

Oh, good God. Maybe that spontaneous orgasms thing is true? I could be okay with that.

I walk out of the bathroom to find Mount standing with another box in one hand and lube in the other.

“The longer you wait, the less you’re going to enjoy this.”

I bite my lip because I’m already turned on because of the new piercing, but also what came before. I bend over the end of the bed, for the first time realizing it’s the perfect height for him to f*ck me like this.

I wonder if that’s intentional?

“Good girl. Lift your skirt and show me that ripe peach of an ass.”

His dirty words are my undoing every time.

I comply, because I can’t not. It doesn’t make sense, but that’s how I feel as I squirm on the bed, bumping the new jewelry, sending jolts of pleasure zinging out from my clit through the rest of me.

“f*ck, I don’t know what turns me on more. When you fight me or when you obey.” His palm strokes my ass almost reverently. “As much as I want to f*ck you right now, I won’t. But I’m sure as hell not waiting a week for that p*ssy.” A cold drizzle of lube hits my crack, and Mount spreads it around my hole.

Now that I know what’s coming, I try not to tense. I can’t say that I didn’t enjoy this earlier today, even when I wanted to hate it.

As he rims the pucker with lube, he presses against it with a finger until it gives way with less resistance. “No longer completely virgin territory, but it won’t be official until my cock is buried inside this tight hole.” His lubed finger slides inside to the second knuckle, and I fight the urge to press back against it. “After this plug, you’ll take two fingers and I’ll stretch you more. Eventually I’m going to fit, and you’re going to f*cking love it.”