With Every fraction of my being, I was scared. The bullets outside the bedroom door ricocheted and then landed. Lucien telling me to hide, to stay in my room before he stormed out locking the door and sliding the key under my way. "Wait here, I will come get you," he said before I heard him leave, and my heart hasn't stopped racing since.

I stay locked in the huge expensive bathroom with all the windows and lights turned off and locked, my back pressed firmly against the wall as I just listened. Each time a Gun rang off my heart sank.

I'm the short time I have been here these people have become more my friends then Lindsay or Jarred everwere. These people felt like family to me.

Lucien was a whole different story, he was a beast of a man. A real-life monster, one with the coldest exterior I have ever seen, he was anything but ugly. A God in every way. Like all those cliche books, the gang leaders begin smoking hot and having Big Dicks.

The sounds of the room door flying off the hinges, heavy footsteps that didn't belong to Lucien. He wasn't Dead, Lucien wouldn't he can't die.

"Find her"a cracked and strained voice grumbled, one that belonged to a man. His voice painting him as one who probably wished for evil, and prayed upon others misfortune. I couldn't see him and I knew he was Evil.

Grabbing the gun from Under the sink, my hands fumbled but I held it still. "No repeat of last time" I whispered, I would fight before I let them take me alive.

The gun that I held tightly in my hand I held steadily. I thanked God that Lucien, despite my hesitation, made me learn to shoot. Taking one more swift breath before I opened the door,  stepping into the light, holding the gun to the center man's head. "Get out of my house." I screamed as the three men just hungrily looked me over. My tank top and short pajama bottoms exposing my skin.

"Lucien is going to kill you all" I growl and they just smirk "Lucien is dead" their words making me step back, the breath getting stolen from my lungs.

"Grab her, Don't hurt her. Boss will have our heads" a man said, his hair slicked back and a suit dressing him. Did they need me alive? Taking a breath I switch the gun to under my chin all of them jumping forward slighting but stopped when I cocked the gun.

All of them looking at each other, they all probably thought I was a poor defenseless pussy, well they should have taken the stick out of there Bumholes and done some research.

"Step closer and I swear to god I will shoot!"I screamed, feeling more scared about not knowing if Lucien was alive. My thoughts racing at the bad place in my head. Him dead bleeding on the floor, the last time he got shot he almost died. "Settle down" one growled taking the gun and putting it in his holster before continuing. All of them more focused on the gun in my hand then the one In there's.

Talking the gun away from me, and point and I shoot.

BANG

Lucien POV

The shots fired rapidly around my home wildly, ducked behind a table I grew angrier by the second. How dare they attack me in my own home.

Shooting around at the intruders the sound of bullets entering flesh and shells hitting the ground.

An explosion throws me backwards, but I catch myself on the floor. "Boss!" John mouths as he jumps towards me the ringing in my ears making the whole world seem silent. They threw an explosive at me sending me flying back into the wall. "Shit Lucien are you good man?" closing my eyes I grunted, nodding a yes.

The gunshots ceasing I get up slowly, just to hear Kiara's deadly scream as well as more gunshot rounds. People lay dead on my floor, a million different sounds around the room but all I could hear was Kiara.

I couldn't lose her, I don't think I could recover if she were to be out of my life. I has just got her.

Muffled sounds of John and others filled my ear as everything from upstairs goes quiet. Pushing them all out of my way, they catch on—all of us running up the large staircase.

Kiara has become close to many people here, she was their queen as I am there king, but they also saw her as a friend, a family member.

The door I locked I saw from the end of the hallway, wide open and broken. "Kiara!"I yelled running faster then I think I ever have before in my life.

My breath rigid as she made no answer, my heart beating a million miles and my stomach filling with large amounts of dread and worry.

Making my way to our room I stop at the scene before me.

A shaking and terrified Kiara splattered with blood, holding a pistol in her hands smoke still coming out of the barrel. Three bloody and bullet holes filled men laying before her at her feet.

Noticing our presence she brings the gun down to her side. "Kiara?"I said walking over to her and grabbing her cheeks, looking her over for any injuries. "I thought you were gone"she cried wrapping her arms tightly around my neck jumping into my arms with her legs around my waist.

"I thought you were dead they said you were dead" she repeated, her refracted breath hitting my neck as she hugged me tighter my arms rubbing her back. Giving my men a look, they knew what I meant as I walked us out of the room and into an undamaged one, all of them grabbing the dead men's bodies.

"I'm okay baby, I'm okay," I whispered softly into her hair as I closed the door behind me, as I felt her relax in my arms as I sat us down on the mattress. "They said you were dead"

Dumb fuckers. Sighing I grab her cheeks, her puffed eyes and red cheeks giving her a stargazed look. "Well I'm not dead" I smile and she hits my shoulders before kissing me. Her tears mixing into the kiss. Her soft lips burning like fire against mine as my tongue graced her lips.

Breaking the kiss I lean my forehead against hers, her eyes staring deep into my own. "Let's get you cleaned up," I say brushing a stray tear off her cheek with my finger. She nods and chuckled lowly, noticing the blood covering her.

Walking to the bathroom I set her onto the toilet seat before walking over to the shower and turning it on.

I leant against the wall by the shower, watching as she smiled lowly. Her delicate hands lifting her shirt over her head standing up her passion filled eyes looking at me as she slips the shorts off of her hips, them falling to the floor in a heap of fabric.

My conscious eyes drifting down her body, each curve and scar blessing my mind. Her lacy bra and underwear leaving almost nothing to the imagination. "Take my bra off" Kiara whispered as she turned her back to me motioning to the hooks of her bra.

I walk to her. Smiling my hands unhooking the claps her forearms holding the bra in place until she takes them away the only thing covering her chest falling to her feet as she turns to face me. Her 34 double D chest laid bare to my eyes.

My mind burning with one word "beautiful". Licking her lips she smiles the corners of her mouth turning up in the most seductive way I have ever seen. She was a temptress, a goddess a queen.

I felt blood physically rush to my dick, As I looked down at her. She put on the innocent look but I knew she wasn't.

The fire inside her eyes meeting the fire inside mine as she slips her small hands under my shirt pulling it over my head. "Kiara...You are in shock" I whisper shaking my head, trying to tell myself she was just acting like this from what happened—that I couldn't touch her. I couldn't do that to her not when she wasn't thinking straight

But her glimmering eyes beamed up at me as she smiles "make me stop. But if you don't please me I will do it myself" Kiara said skillfully her hand reaching down into her pretty little panties.

She looked at me. She looked at me as if I was everything she wanted. She looked at me like she was just like me. She looked at me like she wanted to know, learn and explore more than just what my hands would feel like on her.

For a woman who always expresses herself through her words, her body was telling me everything this moment. Pulling her hand off her clit I growl slightly, my hand then gripping her neck she moans biting her lip softly "Stop fucking playing with me" I whisper close to her ear. She grabs my belt buckle as rips it off, that same addictive look on her face "or you'll do what? What are you going to do? Pussy"

"Kiara" I growled warning her not to play with me.

She bit my lip as I stood silently her small hands grace my skin as she slides my jeans off, her slow movements driving me insane. Her fingers drawing slow circles on my chest as her lips explored my neck. "Stop tempting me," I say straight as she smiles against my skin ignoring me knowing I didn't mean it no matter how much I was trying to convince her. "Fuck me," she begged sounding like a goddess as those words blessed my ears.

"Kiara..."I growled and she smiled.

"Then I'll find someone else" she whispered desperately, like she knew that was gonna piss me off.

And it worked.

It made me fucking furious to imagine another man's hands sliding down her body, or fucking her the way I wanted so badly to

The last pieces of clothing on us fading away as I carry her to the shower with a fast pace. The steam in the shower making the glass door run foggy "Lucien..."she whispers looking at me and I grip her face tilting her chin. "I know"I whisper, and god to just know that she's a virgin and that I will be the only man to have shown her pleasure—made this moment feel that much more intense

Walking her back against the wall, her lips on mine like she owned them and she knew she did. The water running down her face as I explored down her chest, my lips taking in every inch of her breasts.

Time turned into a blur, I wanted so bad to savour each second but I was too focused on her eyes that it seemed forgotten.

She has never done this before, but she is good at it. Said she has never made love, but she is good at it

Each scream that echoed out of her lips was mine, each time she withered under me begging and pleading me. Her long wet dark hair trailing down her back as I glided my hand over each part of her figure.

The ways her hips came out and her ass began, the smooth texture that dropped from her skin. Skin with the memory of beautiful scars and marks of growth.

her stomach toned, her breast firm and nipples Hardened by my touch.

her Thick curves and the way her body demonstrated her strength and life, and that love she had for herself made me want to drown in her touch

Her body god given proof of how hard she worked.

She was a beautiful woman, absolutely stunning. I've seen supermodels. Woman with waists so small and stomachs flat as paper.All Beautiful Woman.

But she—oh she was more then the word beautiful could ever even begin to describe. So beautiful to me I could never look at another woman on the earth the same way.

Was I crazy? Had I gone mad? Gone mad over a woman who's arms held me, nails digging into my flesh so tight.

Hair dripping down her back, curled from the relentless water that poured between us

And God Those kinks she has, the way she has no idea how to do this, but doesn't care. I can feel the confidence that burned under her skin like a fire no one could ever completely smother.

She kissed me like she was innocent. But fuck She knew she was anything but.

She looked in my eyes and I lost stability for a second, as I realized this was real and she was really here holding me with a silent promise as to never let go.

Her eyes echoed, as she grabbed my dick in her small hands and eased it inside her ever so slowly, wincing as I watched her push me deeper and deeper until I dipped my head as my cock sank deep inside her tightness.

She was so tight and warm and wet for me it took everything in me not to spin her around and fuck her little virgin pussy against the wall.

"Fuck." She swore. As she threw her head back against the tile. "You—you're so big." She cried. And I grabbed her face

"We can stop." I whispered. I have no idea how I got those words out. Or how Id even complete them if she decided this was too much for her.

"No." She said, gripping my arm. "Just...just fuck me slow at first." She whined, like she wanted more but couldn't bare to handle it yet.

The only thought in my head was her, and how I didn't want to hurt her.

With both her legs wrapped around my waist, I pulled out slow, watching her face as I again pushed in earning small gasp from her.

"Take me to the bed." She said. And I did. Leaving the water running I carried her and laid us down. Her body fidgeting beneath me as I slid back out once more, as I pressed my body against her.

I held her face and kept her eyes on mine as I searched for any signs of regret or pain.

I sunk deep this time. And I couldn't resist the way my head spun when her walls tightened slick against me.

"Please." She whispered. "I need it." She cried out.

And fuck I needed it. Probably more so then she did.

So I pulled out faster and slammed forward listening the way she cried out in pleasure. She small little breathless moans filling my senses.

"Does it hurt still?" I whispered, so fucking desperately. I'd be completely willing to fuck her slow if need be, but in my head I couldn't help but picture ramming into her with her legs wrapped around my waist. Next time. Next time. I said that to myself, knowing I couldn't do it now.

"Stop hesitating." She said as she fucking reaching between us and squeezed my balls while also leaning up to lick down my neck. "fuck me like I deserve." She purred as she laid back, and guided her hands above her head for me to grab and pin.

The very sight of her body sprawled under me, her legs spread wide around my hips—

And so I smiled. As I ignored her hands and took my hand and wrapped it around her neck. "And If you deserve more then I think you can take?" I said, trying to ignore the small droplets of tears in her eyes.

"Keep going anyways." She said. As she lifted her hips to rock on me.

And I just smiled, as I tightened my grip and tried my best not to lose myself I'm her body.

I pulled out, slower then I wanted to and forced myself back deep. I stayed that pace, over and over again so she got used to the friction of our bodies as I began to go faster.

She screamed In pleasure under me, muttering my name as she moved her hips into Me. I couldn't fuck her like she really deserves, not yet. This is still so new, she's still so tight.

So tight. So wet. So willing.

I couldn't yet chain her hands to the bed and gag that naughty little mouth of hers as I fuck her from the back.

But this, this is what she wanted now. To be taken, to be touched and worshiped.

So I dipped deep in her. Earning whimpers and cries as I slid in and out in a way that made her legs tremble against my waist.

She felt so good around me, so right. I closed my eyes for a second at the pure pleasure, that I couldn't ignore, pleasure that she just filled my body with.

Her hands tug and scratched.

"Lucien" she moaned as I tried to be as gentle as I could, while still moving as fast as we both desired in this moment. Trying not the hurt her, as her moaning body laid beneath me on the soaked sheets.

"More!" she whined and I shook my head and smiled. Having no choice but to comply to my woman that I filled up completely.

A smile was lit on her face as I pounded into her. Like she knew she could get any man to bed her, but she still was here fucking me.

She smiled as she clenched around me, that smile soon disappearing as I began to rub her clit.

"I—oh god, I'll finish if you do that." She purred, like no man had ever given her body what she really needed.

"I don't care." I smiled, as she spasmed around me until she was a moaning mess and her clit was throbbing against my fingers.

"I'm gonna come!" She screamed. So loud that I had no doubt the whole downstairs could hear how I pleasured her.

"Show me how good you feel. Come for me." I said, feeling like I was hanging on by the thread she was so close to cutting.

And like on command she finished, her wetness making her so slick and as screamed so breathlessly as I continued to enter her.

I dipped my head into her shoulders as I felt my own release come up, my one hand tight on her throat, while the other moved to grip the sheets beside her head.

"Oh fuck! Come inside me!" She moaned. And I knew I shouldn't. I shouldn't

But as she cried my name and clenched around me. Hands drawing up my back and into my hair—I thrusted once more and shot myself deep inside her as she cried out in Epiphany.

My cum, milking her inner walls and dripping out as I pulled myself from her. I pulled away, despite wanting to stay sunken deep.

I wanted more. I wanted to grab her hips, lean her over the bed and see just how deep she could take it from behind.

her breathless lips smiled up at me, and her eyes danced in a high.

And at that moment I knew She could bring any man to his knees.

Including me.

Damn only Kiara and Lucien could get down and dirty after an attack. This chapter made me happy, cause it's a huge step in their relationship!

Love you kisses

Xoxo -A.K