Page 18 of Brazen King

“On your knees for me again, love,” he rasps, and I can tell from the strain in his voice that he’s close to coming.

Swallowing my nerves, I do as he says, resting my hips on my heels and my palms on my thighs.

“Open,” he commands, stepping forward to meet me.

And when I do, he slides his silken tip between my lips.

The tang of my own arousal hits my tongue, the tart flavor making my stomach coil. And despite the fact that I’ve already come twice, I feel the ball of tension slowly start to build deep inside my core.

“That’s right, love. Lick every last drop off my cock,” Killian urges, grasping the base of my braid as he starts to rock his hips.

For whatever reason, I’m able to take more of his thick length this time without gagging. And his eyes shine with approval as he gradually increases his pace.

I shouldn’t like pleasing him. I should hate him for using my mouth—my body—the way he is. But something deep and dark inside of me is intensely aroused by his cool confidence and iron sense of control.

And what’s more, somehow, despite the precarious and vulnerable position I find myself in, I feel oddly safe in his hands. A shiver runs down my spine as I push the disturbing thought from my mind.

Killian is my enemy, a brute, a barbarian. He’s not worthy of my trust.

Still, my stomach knots with anticipation at the sound of his groans growing more urgent.

“I’m gonna come,” he grunts, his fingers tightening in my hair, and pain-laced pleasure ripples across my scalp.

His hips rock forward, his cock pressing against the back of my throat, and my eyes sting with unshed tears as my gag reflex tightens in an effort to force him out. Hot, salty cum gushes across the back of my tongue and trickles down my throat. And the intensity of his release sends flashes of heat across my skin.

Swallowing his seed is mortifyinglyhot.

If he touched me now, I might come undone without needing any urging.

But thankfully, he’ll never know. Because this whole humiliating experience is over. He finished, so we can stop. AndI tell myself the sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach is shame over what I’ve done.

I’m slick with sweat like I’ve gone several rounds in the ring, and yet my body feels dangerously satisfied. My muscles tremble with a relief that’s hard to describe.

“Suck it clean, love,” Killian encourages as he slowly withdraws from my mouth. “That’s a good girl.”

My heart flutters at the praise, despite my best effort to ignore it. And I release his cock with a soft pop before swallowing convulsively.

He releases my hair, and his hand is almost gentle as he cradles my jaw with a finger and wipes my chin with his thumb. “You are something,” he murmurs with a cocky flash of his dimples. Then he offers me a hand up.

Though my pride screams for me to swat the help away, I’m not sure my trembling legs will be able to do the job on their own. So I take it, and he lifts me effortlessly to my feet. Hand finding my waist, he stabilizes me as his green eyes dance with silent amusement.

“Well,” I say breathily, lifting my chin in a last-ditch effort to maintain my pride. “I hope you enjoyed yourself because that’s the only time you’ll ever get to have me.”

Releasing his hand, I turn to collect my bodysuit off the floor, but before I can bend over, Killian’s wicked chuckle turns my blood cold.

“I don’t think so, love,” he says softly, his hand trapping my chin once more so he can force me to look him in the eye.

My stomach plummets, my heart fluttering as my mind rebels against his words.He’s not…going back on his word, is he?Horror floods me as the realization hits that he could have been toying with me this whole time. Maybe he was going to kill me either way. And now he got a free fuck out of the bargain.

“The agreement was that you would spend the night with me,” he insists. “That means I’ve got you until sunrise.”

Relief floods me, followed immediately by indignation. He’s taking advantage of me based on a stupid technicality. But beneath the instant fury, my body urges me to be reasonable. It wasn’t just a turn of phrase. He meant it when he said my life would cost one night with him. A whole night.

And tomorrow, I’ll be back to kill him.

Releasing an indignant huff, I cross my arms over my chest. “Fine. But just so we’re clear, I see your cute little attempt to milk this deal for what it really is. Manipulative and cheap.”

Killian smirks. “I’m sorry. I stopped listening after you said I was cute,” he murmurs, leaning in to capture my lips once more.

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