Page 86 of Mine to Ruin

The night fizzles out, and before we head up to the penthouse, I give Tara the keys to my apartment. Of course, Kian notices.

“They’re staying at your place?”

“Aubrey is leaving tomorrow, but Tara has returned home. For the time being, she is going to stay at my place.”

“Isn’t it too crowded for you two?”

The elevator door closes, and his fingers dip from my neck down to the valley of my breasts.

“No.” It’s hard to focus with his teasing touch.

“Perhaps she needs her own place.”

“Where are you going with this?”

I know exactly where he’s going with this. It’s written all over his smug face.

“You could stay with me, for the time being.” He grabs my waist and pulls me to him.

“I sleep more nights at your place than mine, anyway.”

My hands plant on his chest and he cocks his head. “Hadn’t noticed.”

He grins, and I already know how it will end. I am dragging out the inevitable. With every floor, my pulse skyrockets in anticipation, his eyes burning with promises of complete debauchery.

We step inside, and he surprises me by not taking me right away. I follow him as he adjusts his pants and pours himself a glass of whiskey first, adding two ice cubes.

He sips his drink, approaches me, and takes my hand. We head up the stairs to the bedroom and he places the drink on the nightstand. He gets behind me and slips the strap from one shoulder then the next and my dress slides down.

I’m standing in a black thong and in my black striped sandals while he’s still fully dressed.

“Look at you, beautiful, mine, the center of my world.”

Our image in the mirror entraps me, his words causing goosebumps on my skin, as he trails a finger from my belly to my pussy.

“I worship you, angel, but I want to dirty you up, fill you with my come until it leaks from your holes.”

His crass words make a wet mess out of me. He pushes me on the bed, his eyes grazing over my body.

“Where to start,” he ponders, lowering himself onto the bed a moment later, decision made.

He flicks my nipples and sucks them in his mouth, before peeling my thong off me. I’m wearing his choker and heels. Hunger is etched in his eyes as he sweeps them over my body, and I feel beautiful, uninhibited, powerful––a goddess.

He reaches over, lifts the glass, and takes a sip, then he lowers his face to my neck. I hiss at his cold lips on my skin while I burn up from inside. He trails his tongue down my chest, across my nipples and down to my belly button.

He tips the glass and whiskey flows down my chest to my belly.

“We’re making a mess.” My voice turns raspy, and he sucks the liquid from my belly, while I grip the sheets. He’s the one drinking alcohol, but it feels as if I’m the one getting drunk on him, on the sensations he awakens in me.

He sips the remaining amber liquid, then bends over me. I prop on my elbows and open my mouth. The rich taste burns my buds, making my eyes water.

“Don’t swallow.”

His thumb flicks over my clit, as he sucks on my nipples. I almost forget what he said and nearly swallow at the pleasure he coaxes from my body.

“Such a good angel.”

The inside of my mouth numbs, and my eyes water. But I want to be a good angel for him. Raw adoration mixed with pride burns in his eyes. I’d do anything for that look. Beads of sweat cover my forehead, and he says, “Swallow.”

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