Page 55 of Lost Kingdom

“Yes, you can.” I pull out and flip her. Grabbing her hips and tossing her around until she lands on her elbows and knees. Then I bury my lips against her asshole and slip three fingers into her pussy to make sure she’s still wet. Still wanting. “I’m gonna make you take me. Because I know you can. I know you’re a brave girl. Such a good girl.” I back away and line my cock up, then I quickly reclaim the progress I’d made. I give her no chance to shrink back down. I refuse to make her go through all that work and pain again. “Let me in, sweet girl.” Then I slip my thumb into her ass and slide another inch or two when she swallows me up.

She tosses her head back and screams, a she-wolf howling at the moon. So I grab her hair with my free hand and play with her ass with the first. “You’re a naughty girl.” I move against her body and take a little more. “You’re new to this, and you present as so fucking innocent. But you want me to fuck your ass, Aubree Grace? Have you like a mongrel dog and breed you like a bitch?”

She buries her face in the pillows and screams.

“Fuck yes, you do.” I push past the block her body creates, claiming more of her than anyone ever has before. Then I drag her head back, wrapping my wrist in her silky locks, and riding her like she’s my brood mare. “You did it.” I fuck her slowly and thrill in the cream coating my cock each time I pull out. “You took me like a good girl.”

“All of you?” Panting, she turns her head and searches for me over her shoulder. “All done?”

“All of me.” And since she did, I speed my hips and shove her down until her chest slams against the mattress. Because she belongs to me. And I belong to her. “Tightest, tastiest cunt I’ll ever know.”

She cries out when I shove forward, the globes of her ass bouncing when we clash, and the narrow lines of her waist expanding in her clamor for air.

“Tell me who you belong to, Aubree.”

“You.”

“Say it.” I swap my thumb for two fingers and open her wider. “Say my name.”

“Tim.” She trembles against the bed, exploding around my cock and swallowing me up, heart and soul. “I belong to you, Tim. Forever.”

“Yes, you do.” I release her hair and grab her shoulder instead, shoving her onto my dick until she’s sitting on my thighs and screaming. “And I belong to you.”

18

AUBREE

HEAVEN AND HELL

He saysgood slut. But what he means isI love you.

He saysI’ll fuck you like a dog. But his heart is sayingI’ll never let you go.

I don’t need to hold him in my hands for me to know those things. The real message rings as clear in this room as if he’d said the words out loud. And now, while I doze on his chest, my ear on his heart and my legs splayed over his hips, while his fingers rhythmically stroke the small of my back, he’s sayingI’m addicted to you.But this addiction is the kind lungs have to air.

“Are you okay?” He lifts his head just an inch and presses a kiss to the top of my hair. Then he drops back again, lazily spread out on a massive bed while Copeland City wakes around us. Snow drifts from the sky, flurries floating in my peripherals, and the fireplace still burns. Which means, I guess, it’s probably electric and justlookslike a fireplace. “Aubree?”

“I’m okay.” I suck back the line of dribble attempting to escape the corner of my lips. And when the action registers in my mind, I snicker. “Cute.”

“There’s nothing you can do that isn’t cute. And I’ve got more than your saliva on me. I don’t mind one bit.”

Grinning, I push up to my elbows and rest the pointy ends on his belly. I have years of frustration still built up over this man. “So me glueing the TV remote to your screen?”

“The most fucking annoying thing that’s ever happened to me.” He swaps his gentle, stroking finger for a gripping palm, cupping my ass. “You were going for long-term irritation.”

“I’m nothing if not a forward thinker.” I drop a kiss to the center of his chest, if only to hide my smile from the man so many others are scared of. But not me. Never me. “I wonder if anyone has binoculars outside?” Playfully, I drop again, resting my cheek on his thrumming heart and turning my head to look out the windows. “They can probably see my naked butt.”

“One way glass.” He squeezes again. “Like at the cop shop. No one gets to see your butt except me.” But then he strokes again. So gentle. So sweet. “I wanna stay in this room with you forever.”

A happy sigh rolls along my throat, but then, of course, my phone bleats, breaking the peace we both desperately cling to.

“It’s Sunday. Sunday means you’re not working.”

“But it also means a dozen people watched me walk out of that wedding last night with a mafioso. They worry.” I press one last kiss to his heart and push up until sweat slurps between us. My cheeks flame red and my heart gives an embarrassed stutter. But I crawl to the edge of the mattress, then off before I realize I have to walk, buck ass naked, across a large room in front of this man.

Lying with him, naked, is one thing. But parading myself completely and totally vulnerable, where everything I am is on full display…

“Stop freaking out.” He inches along the bed and rests his back against the headboard. Then he looks me up and down with a sly gaze. “Turn and sway your hips while you walk. Shake your ass. I wanna see.”

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