King Of Pain Vol.#2

By Kj Dahlen

Volume#2

A world of hurt means a world of pain.

King and Valentine discover the awful truth. No  one is what or who they are supposed to be. This cruel truth tears them apart. They find that they won't have forever together. Can they live without each other in a world of their choosing? Or can they fight and kill enough to  find their way back to each other?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kj Dahlen
• Release date: Oct 7, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223251262

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KJ and Leanore worked on this Story on and off for months. We wanted it for Halloween 2023. It is paranormal and a bit different. So, just think of it as a trick and a treat. We had so much fun creating it. Please enjoy this 2 Part Series.

(Please Read VOL.#1 first)

King Of Beasts

A mysterious legend exists from the days of an old...Of a war, raging above us in the universe for the last thousand years. Tales were spun about a ruthless, immortal God-like king who sat on an eternal throne, protecting his kingdom from other clans. He carelessly cast lives away with a cold indifference and his legend grew, as he became the fear of many and the hope of a few.

An entire world filled with lustful pleasures and miserable pain came before him, with its many joys and reluctant sorrows but he could never feel anything. His power increased, while his coldness grew. He scorned love, laughed at death and watched as many lived, loved, and died just for the pleasure of experiencing it. It never moved him, for he was the King of Beasts, the most feared and ungodly monarch of all the realms.

The power of his birthright brought an immortal existence for him which lasted for a millennia; though in reality, he’d not even lived a single day. He became weary of the throne and removed his crown to step into our world and find a way to feel alive. He found his heart and the beat of it started when the greatest power known to any world overwhelmed it. The bitterness faded while his cold eyes took in a new wonder, a new phenomenon—love.

He reveled in a new life where he lived, loved, and was king no more.

The sins committed by him and the pain that fell on others by virtue of his cold actions, rippled through echoing against the fabric of time to bounce back endlessly. Vengeance is cold and its deliverance is divinely fated.

They would find a way to get revenge on the King.

Love can be a velvet gift with a steel gauntlet in it.

Chapter One

Sidney, Australia, Lower East Queensland.

On surveillance for two days with nothing to do but wait, Payne’s bored gaze rose to see a woman walking along the sidewalk. Only it wasn’t walking really, merely a sashay of splendorous, mesmerizing motion, and his blue eyes narrowed. Hello! He watched the sweet sway of her hips as her long black hair fell softly over one shoulder.

Her face wasn’t visible as she continued down the walk and disappeared through a building entrance. But who really fucking cared? His chuckle vibrated inside the car’s interior. I wonder if she has green eyes? He grinned. Most guys didn’t care about that stuff. But me? I would want a pair of  intense green eyes gazing into mine with a desperate need in them, which only I could satisfy.

He shook his head with exasperation. It’s a moot point anyway, since there were none left I could enjoy. Nope...all human and frail, with no pleasure for old Payne in this world. Still, a beast can fantasize, right? He let out a heavy sigh. A woman just like her, one with curves to her build who stood proudly on long, lovely legs with shapely hips you could grab and use to your advantage.

Payne closed his eyes as he could see her in his mind and feel her body next to him. Her soft giving, against my hard taking. He would raise those well-rounded hips up and shove her down onto his waiting cock, watching as her torso stretched straight up, and her eyes would pop wide open with a startled pleasure. He would hold her tightly and begin a slow sliding into her, delving into her sweet, silky depths with a keen precision. And he would revel in repeating the relentless strokes as she whimpered with fevered delight.

He let out a growl as he pictured her, eagerly grinding herself down and over his throbbing erection while she let out a moan of helpless pleasure. This is where he would pound harder and plunge deeper into her silky, wet heaven. Her supple body stretching out with a shuddering climax, her soft panting breaths grazing his ear. So fucking hot. Payne’s breathing sped up as her orgasm squeezed his pulsing cock as she came.

Payne sat up straight in the seat of the car. Fuck! Rock hard and throbbing with unspent lust, he knew his skin had marbled. The hot babe would float in when he was bored and entertain him with her sexy giving. A lot of fucking good it does me! Shit, I should’ve erased the entire female gender from my memory! He tilted his head. The lovely brunette just seems so real and I can almost taste her. But no face. He laughed aloud. Well, who in the hell needed one?

Attempting to shake off the heat of the repeated fantasy, which would come along when least expected, Payne calmed himself and forced his attention to the slime he was chasing now. The bastard had to make a move soon. I hate fucking Australia, already! I’ve become so fucking bored that I have to make up women to entertain me. What’s next, dirty mags and a fistful?

Disgusted with himself, he reached into his pocket for his little cigar, placed it to his lips and froze. There! His blue eyes narrowed when he spotted the infamous coke dealer getting into a taxicab. This son of a bitch isn’t going to make any more drug deals in stale old Aussie town!

Dropping the cigar from his lips, he started the car and veered it over to the street. He gritted his teeth while a small foreign car honked loudly. God Damn back-assward country, with all these little Euro hybrid pieces of shit they stupidly call cars while driving on the wrong side of the fucking road! He swerved over to the far lane, his eyes locked on the taxi.

The taxi sped through the streets of lower Sydney and turned sharply into an alley.

So, you spotted your tail eh, Govey? Payne grinned. Okay, I’ll drop back and wait until you think it’s clear. He carefully backed his car into a fireside alley. A beast has some good qualities, you know? Tracking seemed to be second nature, even when tracking humans. I could lose the taxi, but would still find it in the end, he mused, while the hefty red muscle car purred magnificently as he waited.

With the purring sound only a Mustang’s engine could make, he realized it could somehow soothe his beast in some bizarre way. Payne shook his head. The Cobra and I just had to have it shipped all the way from New York. He reached down on the leather seat to feel for the little cigar. They sure as fuck never saw a car like this one at Sydney Central. He smirked as he remembered the look on their pasty white faces at the Queensland station, when he first drove the car up to the front of the building. And they’d never seen anything like me, either.

Payne’s smile dropped as he placed the cigarillo to his lips and flipped his Zippo open. There wasn’t even enough crime to go around on this whole stinking Australian continent for a cop like me. He lit the cigarillo with the blue flame from his favorite Zippo; a present from his twin, also a detective. Yeah, it runs in our blood—the spirited chase, the bloodthirsty hunt, and if a case goes really well...the kill.

His interest lit up as the glow of his cigar brightened when he spotted taxi number thirty-five. He slowly edged the Mustang forward and followed. So, Mister Slimeball is going to China Town? Great, straight to my favorite part of town! Payne gritted the cigarillo with his teeth and continued with the beloved hunt.

Sydney Central, Australia

Payne dragged the cuffed man in and pushed him to the desk.

The old clerk raised his startled gaze to the pair.

The tall detective tossed a bulging plastic bag filled with powder onto the counter. Book ‘em, Possession with Intent. He let go of the suspect.

This fucking Yankee derro cut me, mate! The suspect glared at the clerk as blood from his nose dripped down over his lips.

The old bleary-eyed Sergeant of the desk stared at the impressive American cop.

I don’t know what the hell that means, Payne said. But Mister Drug Peddler here, had a car accident and somehow busted what he calls his fucking nose on the dash. He grinned as he shrugged his wide shoulders.

The clerk shook his head with disapproval but a spark of admiration twinkled in his eyes. The Captain wants a word, Lieutenant Payne.

The brash Lieutenant nodded and sauntered down the hall. He raised his fist to knock as the door opened and a woman stood there.

He gazed at her with a start of surprise as he looked over her stiffly starched dark suit.

An older woman glared back with a sour slant to her lips, her hateful expression matching her flinty eyes as she made a derisive sound under her breath and moved past him.

Payne shook his head with humor and looked to the desk.

The Captain nodded for him to come in.

Who’s the cheerful wretch? Payne joked as he sat in the chair.

The older cop lifted a grey brow at him.

Payne innocently pursed his lips and gazed away.

You know, Payne, you’re a real pearler. The Aussie born cop smiled.

Is that a compliment?

Yeah, you got a bust record that makes our local cop heroes look like a piece of piss.

Payne blinked at him.

He chuckled at the man’s bemused expression. Now some say, you’re a raw prawn, but I can tell by the shine in your eye that you are genuine.

I didn’t understand a fucking word of that, Cap. Payne shook his head.

The older man threw his head back and laughed.

The American Lieutenant sat and waited for what this was really all about.

We have a bloody bag running around the Bush ranches.

A bloody...? Payne peered at him with total perplexity. A bag of what?

The Captain shook his head with humor. It’s a ghoul.

The tall American grew still in his chair.

A well-known local who’s a big bickie and owns half of the outback was slaughtered two days ago. The Captain stared at him.

Payne sat forward with interest. Okay, now you’re speaking my English.

Well, we don’t have many Homicide experts. His boss shrugged. The scraggy you just saw in here came from the American Consulate.

Payne listened intently.

The Captain sighed. Yeah, it does involve Americans. She can’t butt in just yet and she’s pissed, but we can’t tell if they will butt in and send someone anyway. He nodded at Payne. You’re our guy for it. But, you ain’t gonna ken to where this is at."

Victoria?

The Aussie Captain shook his head. In the Bush.

Well, how bad can it be? He shrugged.

You are a city dweller, racing around in that bugger car of yourn’s.