Page 27 of Wreck Me

He chuckled, then released my jaw and demanded, “Keep your eyes on me, or I’ll stop.”

“I hate you.”

“I’ll take it.”

“What?”

“It’s a strong reaction. That’ll do. For now.”

Before I could summon the wherewithal or focus to question that cryptic response, he dove down and captured my bloodied nipple in his mouth. He sucked harshly, brutally, drawing more blood. Harder and harder like a merciless beast until it was slicked across his lips and the pain was burning into me in the most amazing way, colliding with his talented fingers now curling inside of me and stroking that sweet spot deep inside.

How had he—

It hit me in a blinding rush, ecstasy tearing through me and ripping me apart at the seams.

He slapped a hand to my mouth, muffling my screams as he continued pounding into me, taking me higher and higher.

His darkened eyes burning into mine the entire time just made it all the more intense. I couldn’t look away, like he was pulling me into that hellfire swirling there in those amber pools and holding me there.

He bit down on my breast and sharp pain exploded through my sensitive flesh.

It took me to another high entirely and my animalistic shrieks as another orgasm hit—or the first one bleeding into another, I didn’t even fucking know—sounded inhuman and were barely contained by the muffling of his palm against my mouth.

He eased up a little and let me ride my orgasm, then he slipped his fingers out, then held my gaze as he slid them into his mouth and made a show of licking up every last drop of my juices.

The fucking bastard knew just how erotic that was. Especially the satisfied sounds he made as he tasted me, making a real meal out of it.

“I hate you,” I panted, as I fumbled to fix my pants and panties back into place.

Surprising me, he did it for me, then even righted my bra and shirt. “So, you’ve said. And I love the fire, beautiful.”

He reached out and played with my curls for a few moments while I was utterly boneless and still recovering.

And then he leaned in and whispered at my ear. “Nice to officially meet you, Onyx.”

Fuck.

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~Caspian~

I couldn’t stop staring at the infamous ring as I held it on the flat of my palm.

Sterling silver. A rare black gemstone that had sustained more than its fair share of scratches over the years. An eagle engraved in either side. It was a thick, heavy piece of jewelry.

In more ways than one.

I’d never thought I’d set eyes on it again.

Jameson King’s ring.

My father.

I hadn’t seen it in years, since it had last graced his hand.

He’d told me when I was a kid that the eagle was a symbol of power, control, strength and courage. They also had sharp vision which enabled them to see what very few others could. The ring was a reminder for him to live up to that. It was how he’d had to be as the ruler of King. Now that I’d taken his place, I understood that on every level.

I snatched up the manilla envelope it had been delivered in this morning.

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