Page 63 of Mine to Ruin

His phone rings, and off he goes. Left alone with my darkening mood, I lose myself in my emotions as I layer shades of gray on a red canvas, later drawing black shapes with a pencil. When I glance at my phone and see the time, I rush to wash my brushes and cover the paint left so it doesn’t dry. I race through the doors to the elevator, stumbling into Kian’s apartment moments later where he greets me with a relieved expression.

I approach him and say out of breath, “I’m sorry, I lost track of time. Lorene asked me to do more paintings for the gallery. Is this all right, because the project will take more time this way?”

“You’ll get recognition, and that will increase the worth of my hotel with your paintings in the rooms.”

A smile tugs at my lips and I slap my palms against his chest. “You materialist.”

“The ultimate consumer,” he says and dips his head to nibble on my lips.

I push him away after a few minutes. After all, we haven’t seen each other all day. “Let me go get ready, or we’ll be late.”

“They’ll wait if they need to. I need to satiate my hunger for you.”

“That can wait until we’re back.”

He groans as I detangle myself from his arms, and he steals another kiss before I run away to the bathroom with my overnight bag.

I take a quick shower before squishing myself into the dress I picked with my friends’ help, and I am grateful for all the shopping expeditions Aubrey inflicted on us over the years. I thread my fingers through my hair, and when I am happy with the way my locks are styled, I grab my heels and head downstairs. Kian is waiting for me, his phone at his ear, and his eyes sweep over my body in appreciation and pure hunger.

“I’ll meet you there,” he says before putting the cell in his pocket. His eyes drink me in. I could never tire of being the one thing that holds all his attention.

“You look spectacular, angel.”

“Thank you.”

He takes my hand, and we leave his apartment, my heart galloping in my chest, but mostly from the promise of what’s to come later.

In the back of his limo, his finger dips in my cleavage, grazing the skin of my breasts, his head buried in my neck, nibbling on the sensitive skin. With his heady smell surrounding me, and his ministrations, I clench my thighs together, squashing the desire, but it proves impossible. My desire for him is a boiling pot.

His head snaps up, like he made up his mind about something, and rakes a hand through his hair.

“Fuck ‘later’,” he says before pushing me down onto the seat and lifting my dress above my hips. He presses a button and tells the driver to take the long way.

“What are you doing? We can’t.” I giggle at the desperation and raw need battling in his eyes.

“I need to get inside you, angel. My control is shit when it comes to you.” He slips the straps from my shoulders exposing my breasts, and my nipples tighten under his heated gaze. He takes my dress off, and I unbuckle his pants, pulling his cock out. I straddle him and take a condom from his jacket.

“Ride me.” His voice turns husky with the command, his hands gripping my hips as I lower myself onto his cock.

I throw my head back from blinding pleasure as he fills me, my hands on the back of the seat. His mouth finds my breasts, and he sucks on one nipple, then switches to the other.

“I am addicted to your pussy,” he says, staring at where his dick meets my pussy. He circles my clit with his thumb, and I bite down on my lower lip to stop the loud moan trying to escape.

The maddening pleasure escalates as I bounce up and down, taking my pleasure. His hands grip my hips and he groans.

“Come all over my cock.”

My breath hitches, and I clutch his shoulders.

“I’m coming,” I stammer, and a second later I shudder while he holds me through my orgasm. He turns me around and moves to my back, trailing kisses down my neck to my shoulder.

“Hold on to the headrest.”

His hand snakes around the back of my neck and he pulls me to him. Green eyes lock on my blue ones. An entire range of emotions pass behind his gaze. Nothing compares to having the man you love looking at you like you’re all he craves.

“Ellia…” My name out of his mouth is a prayer of worship.

He grips my ass and slides inside of me, inch by inch, as if to prolong the sweet torture. It’s mind-blowing, it’s divine, it’s ecstasy as he feeds me his satiating cock.

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