Page 27 of Brazen King

As he licks and sucks my clit, his hot breath washes across my folds, delivering tantalizing relief. I won’t be able to hold out much longer. Telling myself that this is blackmail does nothing to deter the fact that I’m seconds from an orgasm. And we’ve only just begun.

A soft groan rushes past my lips as I jerk fruitlessly against the fuzzy cuffs trapping me to the headboard. But I have nowhere to go. He’s taken away every ounce of my control.

I shouldn’t enjoy the fact that I’m completely at the mercy of this Irish brute.

But somehow, it turns me on all the more.

Because even as he uses me to fulfill his fantasies—and there’s no doubt in my mind that he gets off on the control—it seems as though I’m reaping all the benefits.

“God, you taste so bloody good,” he murmurs against my pussy lips. Then he strokes his tongue along my slit as fresh arousal rushes from my entrance.

Something about his rough, husky growl turns my insides to jelly.

And it feels like, even though he’s the strongest, most formidable man I’ve ever met, he finds more pleasure in worshiping my body than taking his own satisfaction. He gets a thrill out of making me come—even if I say I don’t want it.

Breaths rushing from me, I can’t seem to think straight. The tingling euphoria has completely wiped away my common sense. And in its place I feel only sinful greed. My hips roll in his palms, my toes curling as my need for release becomes almost unbearable.

And as if he knows exactly what I’m chasing, Killian adjusts his grip.

Then slides two thick fingers inside of me.

I’m still sore from last night, my channel aching from the hours of friction and the relentless way he fucked me. But still, it feels agonizingly good. My walls throb, tightening around him as my anticipation hits its peak.

And when he curls his fingers to stroke my G-spot, I topple over the edge. With a cry of pleasure I don’t even try to muffle, I fall apart in his capable hands. Clit throbbing against his tongue, pussy pulsing, I come hard and fast. My ears ring with the sound of my heart sprinting.

The tingling euphoria is intoxicating, and with each panting breath, I feel less and less guilty for having fallen prey to my trickster King once again. Because hiding beneath all that hubris is a sex god I’m dangerously eager to learn more about.

Killian releases my clit, his fingers sliding slowly from my entrance, even as my aftershocks of pleasure attempt to pull himback in. And he licks my juices from my dripping slit one last time before straightening.

He flashes me a devilish smile before wiping his chin with the back of his hand. And I know he’s reveling in how easily he could prove I’m lying. The cocky bastard loves that he canmakeme enjoy his stupid deal. And it makes me want to kill him all the more.

So, why do I get butterflies at the thought of what comes next tonight?

“Well, love?” he asks playfully, voicing my very thoughts as he settles on top of me. “Are you going to tell me now that you didn’t enjoy that?”

“I hate you,” I murmur, glaring up at him with all the ferocity I can muster through the fog of my euphoric bliss.

He chuckles, low and dark, seeming completely unaffected by my response as he leans close to kiss me. The smell of leather and eucalyptus surround me, mingling with the hint of tang from my arousal. And when his lips find mine, they’re dangerously soft and tempting. “Maybe,” he breathes, his mouth brushing against mine. “But I think your body feels differently.”

His kiss grows passionate now, his tongue delving into my mouth, enticing me to kiss him back. And though I want to punish him for being such a smug jerk, he’s right. It’s like my body has a mind of its own.

I gasp, my lungs dragging in the delicious scent of him as my tongue strokes out to meet his. My nipples harden against his strong pecs, his soft chest hair grazing against the sensitive tips until I might just lose my mind.

One calloused hand explores my curves, the rough pads of his palm raising goosebumps in his wake. A moment later, his silken tip finds my entrance. Nervous excitement pools in my belly. If two fingers were a lot for my abused pussy to take, I canonly imagine what the full girth of his massive cock is going to do to me.

And still, I can barely wait and find out.

Iwanthim inside me.

Desperately.

With the same kind of intense craving a starving man would have for his next meal.

Inch by tantalizing inch, Killian eases inside my entrance. He goes so slowly, it makes my walls tighten and my clit throb. I’m so slick with arousal, he could easily slide the whole way in, filling me as ruthlessly as he did last night.

But it’s like he knows how sore I am—and how insanely good it feels that he’s taking his time. Despite the fact that I just came all over his fingers and tongue, I’m on the brink of another climax.

“You’re so wet and ready for me,” he groans, the agony in his voice making my core clench.

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