Page 79 of Kingmakers, Graduation

I grin and keep going.

I run my tongue up and down his shaft. I suck on his balls, which are smooth and tight and clean-shaven. I fit them both in my mouth, working his cock with my hand, making him groan like he’s being tortured.

I tease him for a minute, swirling my tongue around the head, lapping at the underside, at that sensitive little notch where the head meets the shaft.

Adrik clutches at the bed, ripping up handfuls of sheet. When he can’t stand it anymore he grabs my head in both hands, thrusting his cock deep into my mouth.

I give him what he wants, bobbing my head up and down, using my mouth and hands in tandem. I’m sucking this cock like it’s my full-time job, like my Christmas bonus depends on it.

After a minute he can’t hold on anymore. He lets out a roar, thrusting upward one last time, his cock jammed deep in my throat. I feel it twitching, but it’s too far down for me to taste the cum flooding out. I pull back just a little so I can feel it pulse right on the flat of my tongue. His cum is slick and slippery. It fills my mouth, coating my tongue.

Before I can finish swallowing, he pulls me up and kisses me deeply.

“You filthy little whore,” he growls. “I can taste my cum in your mouth.”

I’ve never let a man call me names before. With Adrik, it’s a compliment. He wants me slutty. He wants me misbehaved. He wants the baddest bad girl, it’s why he picked me in the first place.

Adrik can see that I’m thinking. When he’s halfway in his right mind again, he asks, “You like when I call you a slut?”

“Yeah.”

“Why? Because I’m dominating you?”

“No,” I laugh. “Because you understand me.”

I love sex, I always have. I’m not ashamed. Anyone who wants to be with me has to accept that part of me along with everything else.

“I don’t know if I could be monogamous,” I say to Adrik. “I didn’t bring a girl home—but I might another night.”

“Bring one home every night,” Adrik says. “I don’t care.”

“It doesn’t make you jealous?”

Adrik has rolled off the bed to grab hand towels for both of us. He tosses me one, using the other to wipe down his body. He stands in the doorway, sweat gleaming on his body like a sculpture freshly cast in bronze. His cock swings heavy against his thigh. He’s naked, powerful, unashamed. Taking a break for the moment but knowing he’s going to fuck me again.

He fixes me with that blazing stare, pale and electric in his tanned face.

“I don’t care who you fuck. I want your love and your loyalty, Sabrina—can you give that to me?”

It’s the first time either of us has said the word “love” out loud.

I’ve never said that word to anyone.

It makes me shiver, naked and exposed on the bed.

At the same time, I feel heat in my chest. The inferno that’s been burning there for months, impossible to smother, impossible to control.

It’s the reason I came here, even though it’s dangerous, even though it’s insane. I came here without any friends or family, without even knowing the language. For Adrik. Because I can’t stand to be without him.

“Yes,” I say quietly. “I love you. You and nobody else.”

The surprise and delight that sweeps his face is enough to make me laugh. He didn’t think I would say it.

He throws aside the towel, leaping on me, the mattress groaning beneath our weight. He crushes me against his body, kissing me hard. I can feel his heart hammering against my bare chest.

“You love me?” he says. “Because I fucking love you. I love you, Sabrina.”

“Since when?”

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