Page 50 of King of Sinners

I can’t get enough of this woman. And with her under my roof, I’m not going to be able to hold myself away from her no matter the consequences.

Christ, I couldn’t even last five minutes before I dove in face first. Literally.

I should send her to Roman or give Leo his way and…

I press harder on her clit, three fingers pumping in and out of her as she lets out a keening moan and I just know.

I’m not giving her up.

The very idea of another man touching her, protecting her, makes me insane. My free hand is spread over her belly, nearly covering the entirety of the surface, so that I can keep her from bucking away from my tongue. But I love how my hand looks slashed across her pale skin and I know I’m on the fast train to damnation.

My business is about to implode, my family rip apart, and what am I doing?

Eating Charlotte like a starving man.

Maybe the family was always going to tear. We are a family of alphas when there can be only one leader.

And possibly, the violence of so many criminal families in one place was always going to explode, detonating in a way that the damage could never be controlled.

But maybe, I’m a lot more like my old man than I thought possible. He couldn’t see past good pussy, and neither can I.

Tomorrow I’ll think about what that means. Right now, all I care about is watching Charlotte break apart on my tongue, and then having those gorgeous lips wrapped around my cock.

I should care. About my brothers, my family. I swore I would never put them through what our father did to us, but I’ve been fighting my feelings for Charlotte for a really long time and now that she’s here in my house, in my bed…

I’m not sure how much more I can fight.

She’s so close now, her face twisted up, her fingers digging into my scalp. I stop caring about tomorrow as I suck her clit hard, knowing that it will send her over the edge.

She screams out, her body giving a massive shudder, her heels digging into the small of my back.

I let her ride all the way down until she’s a puddle on the bed and then I finally lift up, climbing off the bed long enough to shuck off the rest of my clothes.

I pause, standing next to the bed as I look down at Charlotte. Her eyes are half closed, her thighs still parted, her body languid as she reaches a hand toward me. The pink diamond catches the light and I grab her hand, pulling it toward my mouth.

She partially sits up so that her palm can reach my lips and I finger the ring as I kiss each fingertip.

That ring is supposed to be there.

I’m still touching the ring when she tips forward, sinking her mouth around the head of my cock.

A guttural growl rumbles up my throat as I drop my chin so that I can watch her take me in.

God, she’s so beautiful. Her ass is still red, her legs half folded underneath her as she takes all of me in, her lips coming all the way to my base where my cock meets my body.

I hear her give a little choke, but she doesn’t stop.

It’s so incredibly hot that my vision blurs as I sink my fingers into the silky strands of her hair.

I don’t push or pull her. This is Charlotte’s to do however she wants. She holds for a second, two, until she finally slowly slides off only to dive back in.

Over and over she takes me all the way into her mouth, the slow pace of it making my balls tighten as I threaten to erupt.

I hold it off as long as I can because this is everything. I can’t put into words why it’s different, but I know it is.

Her name comes out broken and jagged as I lose the fight to hold off, my cum exploding from my cock as she swallows it all down, her wet eyes looking up into mine as she does.

Both my hands are now in her hair, our gazes locked together as she drains me dry.

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