Page 60 of Brazen King

Natasha moans and pants, her breaths coming hard and fast as she rocks with me, taking every punishing inch of my hard length. Thrusting inside her, I fill her again and again, grinding against her clit with every deep penetration.

This didn’t start with our usual playful banter.

It’s not the powerplay we typically entertain before getting down to business.

This is intense and raw and passionate, and it’s not just me this time.

I can feel it in the way Natasha’s fingers press into the muscles of my back. She’s pulling me closer, with a desperation that turns my blood molten.

The fiery resistance and cheeky defiance has been replaced by a deeper emotion.

And it makes me wonder where Natasha truly stands—if she might not be falling in love with me as well.

Because I know without a shadow of doubt that I’m crazy about her.

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NATASHA

The way Killian touches me sets my soul on fire. His kisses are wickedly addictive—even more so than the way he claims my lips like it’s his birthright. And he fills me so completely, each demanding thrust flooding my body with a sinful pleasure that’s beyond anything I’ve known before…

This time feels dangerously close to making love.

It’s not just in the desperation with which he took me to bed. It’s how our bodies are intertwined, the way his hands explore me with a possessive familiarity—triggering all my most sensitive parts until I’m on the brink of oblivion within seconds.

It doesn’t hurt that he got me so mortifyingly turned on in my father’s dining room tonight. With one quick, heated exchange, he turned my core to lava. And now, he’s making good on that promise without even allowing me time to think.

His body weight presses me into the soft sheets, his powerful chest and muscular arms caging me in, and I crave the feel of his ink-patterned skin brushing against my painfully hard nipples.

The war inside my head is getting violent.

I know it’s wrong—wanting Killian as badly as I do.

But as soon as he pulled me into his arms, the fight drained from my body. And I needed him inside me as intensely as he sounded like he needed to be.

The pleasure is mind-numbing, the way his thick girth stretches me to the limit. His swollen tip finds my G-spot again and again. I can feel the orgasm tingling deep inside my core, ready to burst through me at any moment.

And yet the guilt twists my stomach into knots because I’m too close to being lost in euphoria to recall why I came here in the first place.

I want to do what’s right for my family.

Still, killing Killian feels increasingly like it might just kill me too.

I’ve never felt more free to be myself than when I’m with him. Even with my family, I feel the pressure of being Boris Sokolov’s daughter. Of being Tatiana’s younger sister. I don’t want to disappoint my father, my sister, or even my mother, though she would be far harder to let down.

But with Killian, there’s no question that he wants me for exactly who I am—not who I’m supposed to be. He seems to want me despite the fact that I’m his enemy. He wants me even though I challenge him. Constantly. He wants me when I fight him and even after I give in.

It’s shockingly liberating to realize he wants all of me and he wants me in every way imaginable.

My sister can rationalize his actions all she wants. She can see the strategy behind his behavior. But this,now—I can feel it.

It’s not at all like she said.

The moment I stepped through his balcony door, I could breathe. And when he pulled me into his arms, I could feel the burning sincerity. This isn’t a strategy. It’s not just some game he’s playing to manipulate me.

The attraction between us is real.

It’s palpable.

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