Page 105 of The Trouble With Bad Boys

I shifted, lifting my thigh onto the desk and hooking my foot behind my other calf to keep from toppling to the floor. Any other man would have at least glanced down at the newly bared skin of my leg, but King didn’t so much as move.

“People are starting to talk.” I tilted to the side, trying to catch his attention, trying to draw him back to the real world and out of whatever this was. “The girls are worried about you.”

He scoffed, then turned his attention to the monitors hanging on the wall. He had his own security setup in here, the live footage from the cameras in the casino streaming right to this room, making it so he could keep watch over everything without stepping foot through his office door.

One of the displays showed the roulette table where I left Leni, and heat grew in my gut. The camera was zoomed in more than usual, as if he’d been watching her.

“That’s Leni Harper.” I smoothed a hand down my leg, straightening the hem of my skirt on my thigh. I swallowed, then swallowed again. “I was going to introduce you, but you haven’t come out of your office.”

If he heard me, he didn’t show it. Just kept watching the screens and ignoring me.

“She’s the one I had over the other night. When you…” I stopped, unwilling to go down that path. “We met at the Pink Minx when we both worked there. I was telling her I was thinking of going back.”

At that, King’s shoulders stiffened, but he made no further movements. I hated this. This thing between us. I’d always been able to rely on him to listen, even if he promptly shut me down.

“Maybe I should,” I said, my voice a little weaker. “Maybe this isn’t the right place for me?—”

Before I could finish, King was in front of me, his hands gripping the outsides of my thighs. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?” That heat in my gut flushed through me as my heart thumped harder in my chest.

“Don’t joke about leaving.”

“It’s not a joke!” I scooted backward, but he didn’t let go. “Everything I said the other night is still true, King. I need money to live, and if I can’t make it here, I’ll be forced to go somewhere else.”

His grip tightened, his fingers digging into my hips and ass. “Does your safety matter to you at all?”

“My safety.” I shook my head and crossed my arms over my chest, trying to ignore the way I felt with him seated between my open thighs. “You keep talking about that. About keeping us safe. It’s like you’re hanging some unknown threat over my head to keep us in line. This isn’t religion, Kingston. I’m not going to bow down to you and pray for my soul just because you say so.”

“There is a threat,” he said, his voice a growl as he tugged me to the edge of the desk.

My hands shot out, gripping his shoulders to keep from falling off. “Then tell me what it is!”

His hands smoothed over my skirt as he dragged his palms down my thighs, hooking his fingers behind my knees. “You already know what happened to Mr. Leonetti’s daughter-in-law. I shouldn’t have to tell you again.”

“You’re worried about someone breaking into my apartment and abducting me?”

“I’m worried about someone taking advantage of you!” he said, his hard voice a contrast to the light pressure of his thumbs creeping up the inside of my thighs. “I’m worried about someone taking you away from me!”

He rose from his seat, his face close to mine. His hands crept higher, but his voice was dangerously low. “I’m worried that someone will kill you, Carina. That I’ll be forced to relive the worst pain I’ve ever felt in my life.”

My head fell back as his hot mouth touched my throat, his lips sweeping across my skin as he slipped his fingers into the waistband of my thong and tore it straight off.

“What happened?” I asked, though the words barely made it from my mouth before he sank two fingers into my pussy in one quick thrust.

“You’d hate me if I told you.”

“Who says I don’t hate you already?” I asked, but we both knew that was a lie. My body betrayed me, my hands holding him close as the wetness between my legs soaked his fingers each time he drove them into me. I whimpered as his thumb circled my clit. “Tell me.”

His fingers slowed, and he edged back, his dark eyes taking me prisoner. “I want to watch you come.”

I took his face between my palms, tugging him near. Before his lips could meet mine, I stopped him. “I want to know.”

A yelp pulled free from my chest as King pinched my clit. With no warning, he pulled his fingers free and dropped back into his chair. I was panting, my core throbbing in want of him, especially as his attention locked between my legs.

“Come on my face, then maybe I’ll tell you.”

There was no time to argue. King hooked his arms under my thighs and yanked me toward him. I tumbled backward, landing on my elbows, the blow only softened by his lips closing around my clit.

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