Page 293 of By His Rule

Dragging my tank down, his lips wrap around my nipple and he sucks hard enough to send desire shooting to my clit.

Suddenly, I regret my decision last night. Maybe I should have insisted he stay in the hotel and I should have gone with him.

“Please,” I whimper when he moves to the other side, teasing me in only the way he can.

Sinking beneath the cover, Kian kisses down my stomach before tucking his fingers into the sides of my panties.

He’s barely moved them when both of our cells start ringing.

“Keep going,” I demand, reaching out and twisting my fingers in his hair to hold him in place.

A deep chuckle rumbles in his throat before he does as he’s told.

But no sooner have our cells stopped than they start again.

“Fuck’s sake”, he mutters, moving so he can reach over the side of the bed. Lifting my arm, I look at my wrist.

“It’s Tate.”

“It’s King,” he says at exactly the same time.

We share a look before answering the calls.

This can’t be good if they’re both ringing.

“What’s going on?” I bark the second the line connects.

“You dirty little whore.” Tate laughs down the line while Kian climbs from the bed.

“He’s done what?” he roars, ensuring that Wilder and Hendrix are also awake with dawn.

“What’s going on, Tate?” I ask, my stomach knotting with fear.

“Someone has leaked photos of you and Kian on the beach last night.”

“They’ve what?” I shriek, sitting up so fast it makes my head spin. Kian looks back at me with a mixture of fear and concern warring in his dark green eyes. “Who even knew that we were there?”

“We’re trying to find out,” Tate assures me.

“Find him,” Kian demands. “I don’t give a fuck what it takes. Find the motherfucker. No one does this to her.”

My chest swells the second I hear the possessive tone in his voice at the same time acid drips through my veins.

“It was him, wasn’t it? He’s punishing me for turning my back on him,” I say quietly as Kian gets swept up in a conversation with his brother.

“We don’t know that.”

“We do, though. No one else cares enough about what I’m doing with my life.”

“We’ll find him. And if it’s him, he’s going to regret it,” Tate says dangerously. “King called Aubrey.”

My breath catches. I love Aubrey. She’s the kind of badass I aspire to be. But she’s also dangerous as hell. You’d never believe it by looking at her, but uncover a few layers and she’s freaking lethal.

“She won’t let him get away with this.”

“What will she do to him?” I whisper, hating how her promise makes me feel.

“Who gives a crap? He’s trying to ruin your life. The things he’s said. I’ll?—”

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