All Chapters of Cursed Kings MC Books 1-4: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Joker mumbles something under his breath, and when I glance back at him, I realize he’s fallen back asleep. Robyn laughs softly. “He’ll be in and out for a while. He does that after he’s... well, after he’s been like this. It takes him a bit to fully come back to himself.”I nod, but my mind is still spinning. How did I end up here, with Joker? Why is he so attached to me? I’ve tried to push the thoughts away, but now that I’m sitting here, trapped in his arms, I can’t escape them. I never asked for this. I never wanted this. But now, I’m stuck in it, whether I like it or not.“Food’s ordered!” Ebony announces, turning back to us with a bright smile. “It should be here soon.”I nod, grateful for the distraction, but Robyn’s question catches me off guard. “So, how did you end up with Wesley?” she asks, her tone casual but curious.I tense. That’s the question I’ve been avoiding, the one I’ve been running from. I don’t want to get into it. I’ve spent years trying to forget, trying to mo

Joker POVKrystie leans forward, 'er lips brushin' against mine as she kisses me gently. “Soon,” she whispers. “Let’s figure things out first.” She pushes me off 'er, and I pout, not wantin' to let 'er go. But she’s already slippin' away, pullin' her shirt closed to cover herself.I grab 'er, pullin' her back against my chest. She’s not gettin' away that easily. I won’t let 'er. She’s mine. She said yes. She’s mine now, and I’m not lettin' 'er out of my sight.She groans, mutterin' somethin' under 'er breath, but I don’t care. I hold 'er tight, buryin' my face in her hair, inhalin' her scent.She’s mine. All fuckin' mine. And I’m never lettin' 'er go.Big King slams himself into the chair, starin' me down like I’ve done somethin' wrong. I’m still not sure what his problem is. “Now that ya not tryin' to fuck 'er,” he says, his voice heavy with sarcasm, “we need to know the plan.”The plan? What plan? I blink at him, confused, my mind still buzzin' from the feel of Krystie’s body presse

Krystie POV“Mine,” he growls against my lips as he thrusts into me, each movement rough, fast, and desperate.It’s almost too much. He fucks me with the same wild intensity he lives his life—no inhibitions, no control, just raw, animalistic need. I claw at his back, digging my nails into his skin, and he hisses in pleasure.“More, Tiny Demon,” he grunts, thrusting harder. “Give me more.”I obey, raking my nails down his back, and he groans, his pace quickening. My legs wrap around him, pulling him closer, deeper, as the pleasure builds inside me once more.He’s relentless, his body moving with a rhythm that’s both chaotic and perfectly timed, driving me to the edge of another orgasm. I can barely think, my mind clouded with pleasure and the sound of his growls and grunts in my ear.“Mine,” he repeats, his voice a low snarl as he slams into me harder, sending me spiraling over the edge.I scream his name, my body convulsing as the orgasm tears through me, but he doesn’t stop for long.

Joker POVThis should be quick!“Where are the kids? I’m hungry, so make it quick,” I say, tryin’ to keep the impatience from bubblin' over into rage.“Get fucked,” Andy spits, his lip curlin' into a sneer. “She can’t just walk back into our lives after years and expect me to give her anything.”The laugh that escapes me isn’t even human. It’s this wild, unhinged cackle that echoes in the room and sends a shiver through everyone. I’m on the edge—that edge—and I can feel it pullin' me closer, draggin' me down. But just as I’m about to lash out, the door creaks open.We all turn in unison, like predators catchin' the scent of prey. It’s an old woman, standin' there frozen in the doorway, her eyes wide as saucers. She looks like she’s walked into the wrong nightmare.“Out you go,” I whisper in a voice far too calm for the storm ragin' inside me. The woman hesitates for a heartbeat, and for a second, I think she might refuse. Then she bolts, scurryin' out like a mouse escapin' the cat’s c

Krystie POVJoker’s wide grin melts something deep inside me. I can’t make sense of him—never have, and I probably never will. But there’s something about him, something that just clicks in a way nothing else does. Like right now, even though this situation is completely insane, out of place, totally inappropriate, it still makes sense. Maybe that’s why I can’t pull away. This craziness, this chaos, it’s who he is, and somehow, I’ve fallen right into it.His head lowers again, and his tongue drags along my pussy, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. I gasp, my legs trembling as his grip tightens on my hips, pulling me closer to him, like he can’t get enough. His intensity is overwhelming, and the rest of the world fades away. I can hear muffled voices in the distance, but they don’t matter. Nothing does except for the heat building between us, the way he’s pushing me closer and closer to the edge. My mind goes hazy as the pleasure intensifies, my body trembling, begging for rele