Page 66 of Mine to Ruin

I circle a button on his shirt. “You’re lucky I like the fights.”

He leans into me, brushing his nose against my cheek. “As long as you don’t like any of the fighters.”

“Now that you mention it….”

His fingers attack my waist before I finish my sentence. He tickles me, and I gasp for air, tears blurring my vision.

“What was that, angel?”

“The fight, just the fight, I didn’t even see the ripped men.”

“You like to play with fire, don’t you?” he asks, tormenting me in the most delicious way, and I plead with him to stop.

“Who cares who is fighting? I only ever see you,” I tell him breathlessly.

“You better. I mean it would be only fair, because I only see you, too.”

The entire drive home, I have a smile plastered on my face. I rub my feet and when the car stops, he gets on one knee and unstraps my sandals. Words get stuck in my throat at his gesture. He carries me in his arms inside the hotel and to the elevator while the sandals dangle from my fingers. Inside his penthouse, he places me down the floor and rests his forehead on mine, intertwining our hands.

“Ellia…”

“Kian…”

We don’t need words, our hearts know, and the space between us brims with what we don’t say yet.

We move around each other with ease as if it’s not our first time coming home together. He fills two glasses with whiskey. The amber liquid sets my taste buds on fire, but I savor the rich taste. We move out onto the terrace and I slide onto his lap. Together, we watch the city that never sleeps, bathed in millions of lights, and the distant echoes of tourists. He takes my drink and puts it on the table next to his.

His hot breath rushes down my skin, his sensual manly scent mixed with the amber liquid he drank permeates the air as his lips nibble down my neck. His hand slides up my leg to my thigh. He pulls down my decolletage and takes a pebbled nipple between his lips.

I love his heated gaze on me while he sucks my nipple. I stand on trembling legs as he slides the dress down. He discards his jacket and I unbutton his dress shirt and pull his pants off. He’s down to his boxer shorts, the v-line showing me the way to his dick.

My eyes drink him in, his narrow hips, the broad shoulders and well-defined muscles. I drop to my knees and I peel his boxers off before lapping at the head of his dick that’s already leaking with pre-cum. His hand wraps around my hair and I lick him from tip to root, trailing the protruding vein, slipping my tongue in the opening of his crown.

I want him mad with desire for me. He lets out a groan and he yanks at my hair, teetering on the edge. I take him down my throat, and he throws his head back.

“Angel, fuck.”

I grin around his dick and bob my head up and down. The little sounds he makes in the back of his throat have my confidence shooting up. He erupts, and his thumb brushes the corner of my lips.

I lick his thumb, and he drags me up. His fingers lock on each side of my panties and he pulls them down, ending up on his knees in the process. I buck my hips when his breath hits my sensitive flesh. We end up on the couch with me straddling him.

“Ride my face,” he demands, helping me move further up his body. “And don’t you dare stop until you come.” His tongue and his fingers open me up and he licks me into a frenzy.

My thighs shake against his cheek as I feel my climax getting closer.

“Good angel, take your pleasure.”

My orgasm rips through my body, my legs buckling under me, and I come. His strong hands hold me up as the aftershocks wave through me, shifting until I’m across his waist, caressing my back. Once I’ve found me breath, Kian gets us up from the couch.

He carries me to the bedroom where he lays me on the bed. We kiss until our lungs cry for air. I am so high on him, I can’t wait for him to fill me. He grabs a condom from the nightstand, and I help him put it on, ready for round two. He spreads my legs and slips inside me. He puts my hands above my head as he slides in and out of me in a slow rhythm. My eyes well with the strongest of emotions as he makes love to me.

He kisses the tip of my nose. “What I feel for you can’t even be described in words. You’re my reason. You’re not only my world—you’re my universe,” he says and presses his forehead on mine.

I absorb his words, tucking them in the safety of my heart. I will cherish them forever. This man opened me up to a world of feelings I’d never even imagined possible.

We come at the same time.

A tear rolls down my cheek, and he kisses it away, meshing our skins, lips, hearts together. He tucks me in, pulling me to his chest, and our fingers interlace over my stomach.

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