Page 7 of Merciless Heir

He laughs against my ear. “I don’t care if you’ve stolen from the entire world or no one. If you’re as good as people say, as good as my research tells me you are, then I want to hire you.”

“To find a tiara?”

“The Sinclair tiara.”

And fuck him, my fingers start to tingle at the thought of touching one of the infamous Sinclair jewels. These things have been shrouded in mystery so long and coveted by people that the chance to track down the shining star is almost too much to resist.

Not that I was ever planning on resisting.

“I can find it.” If it’s out there, even hidden in a secret room of treasures like some serious black market collectors have, I can do that. “I have connections. It’s going to cost you a lot of money and it’s going to take time.”

He lifts his head, his fingers absently stroking my wrist and my throat and it makes me throb inside. I hook my finger into his belt. Hunger flares in his dark blue eyes that, even in the low light of the street, are utterly arresting with their striations of gold and copper.

“Something tells me you’re going to have a month.”

“And why’s that?”

“Let’s just say there will be strings. And those are things I’ll deal with. Just the time frame is your problem.”

I narrow my eyes as I slide my finger against the heat and strength of him. I’m low on his waist, not down enough to be indecent, but enough to tease him, see what he says, but he doesn’t, just moves in, his body bumping mine.

A deliberate touch, and he’s got an impressive semi there. I meet his gaze and his eyes are molten now, and they contain all levels of dare that shoot straight down to my clit.

“These things don’t happen on your preordained schedule.”

“Make them,” he says softly. “And I’ll pay you double.”

“I haven’t named my final price.”

“I know. I’ll pay. Half now, the rest when you’re done.”

His mouth is close, and I want it.

I don’t think. Not beyond the erotic curiosity that’s bubbling inside, not beyond the need that pushes.

So I don’t think, I simply do. I close the gap and I brush his mouth with mine.

Kingston doesn’t ask why. Doesn’t do anything but wait.

And so, I do it again. Somehow it morphs. His mouth opens and mine does, too. And our tongues meet.

It’s an explosion of pleasure and heat. Like the best parts of hell’s inner chambers licking at me, urging me on.

His hand slides about my waist and he’s hard now, the erection big and pressing into me and it makes the flames leap higher, makes bones melt and twist into pure pulsating need.

I wind my fingers in his hair and break the kiss.

This is stupid, this is courting trouble.

Then he kisses me.

And everything changes.

Chapter Three

Kingston

Sadie kisses like a challenge. Like shock. Like an electric blast of erotic power that heads straight to my cock.

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