Page 14 of Brazen King

Transferring both of my wrists to one hand, Killian uses his other to cup my chin. And he tips it up so he can claim my lips.

His full, smug mouth curls into a subtle smile against me, and my heart pounds as he kisses me with shocking tenderness. His lips are soft, inviting, and they seal against mine with a curiosity that releases a jolt of attraction through my body.

Though I want to hate Killian, as badly as I want to loathe his touch, I’m shocked to find how much he turns me on.

I gasp, my lips parting as electric excitement crackles through my veins. I press my thighs together in an effort to keep my feelings under lock and key. But it’s no use.

Killianknows.

I can feel it the second he does.

Because his kiss transforms from gentle to ravenous in an instant.

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KILLIAN

Christ, Natasha’s sexy.

Even when she’s trying to defy me, it’s like she has a direct line to my libido.

And the second I feel her give in to me—to truly relinquish herself to my kiss—I can’t help it. I completely lose control.

She’s still pinned to the wall between my bathroom and my armoire, but my need for her drives me closer. And as I consume her lips, stroking my tongue deep inside her mouth, I grind forward against her with my hips.

Despite her impressive resistance at first, now that she’s agreed to our deal, Natasha’s not just giving in.

She’s kissing me back.

And damn, her lips might just be the sweetest dessert I’ve ever tasted. Her tongue darts out to tangle with mine in a sensual, alluring dance. And her breasts heave against my chest as she breathes heavily.

“Where’d you learn to kiss like that?” I tease as I come up for air. “Boarding school?”

Natasha releases a single huff that almost sounds like laughter. “My sister.”

Guys might fantasize about two hot sisters making out, but I still pull back slightly to meet Natasha’s eyes. She can’t be serious. The thought of the Sokolov sisters living high up in their tower, guarded by their fire-breathing father, while they secretly teach each other how to kiss is too much for my tiny brain to process. I think I might just explode.

My little vixen seems to read the shock in my face, and she rolls her eyes. “Not likethat. God, youarea pig. Big sisters give the best advice, you idiot.”

I chuckle darkly and lean in to reclaim her lips. I like thinking of Natasha and Tatiana being close enough to talk about boys. And while I would sacrifice my life for my kid sister, Quinn, I’m pretty sure I’d go on a murder rampage if I caught wind of her getting tips on how to kiss someone like this.

Pushing the thought from my mind, I focus on the woman in front of me. And daring to take a risk, I slowly guide her arms down from the wall to drape them over my shoulders.

Is it wrong of me to love the fact that Natasha seems to be a woman of her word—even when I’ve blackmailed her into this?

Because she’s not trying to run—or even fight—now that I’ve stopped restraining her.

And when I wrap my free arm around her waist, pulling her with me as I step away from the wall, she melts against my chest. Like a dancer, she follows my lead without missing a beat.

Even when I turn her toward the bed, she goes without question.

I stop her just shy of the footboard, my fingers splaying across the small of her back. Natasha’s hands slide from my shoulders and down to my chest in response. The cool fabric of her gloves grazes across my flesh, raising prickling goosebumps that make my pulse throb.

“Let’s get you out of that suit, hmm?” I offer, releasing her chin to find the zipper at the top of her throat.

Natasha’s breath catches as I slowly drag it down, revealing her neck, her collarbones, her chest…The provocative amount of cleavage that appears next turns my mouth dry. And I lick my lips as I finish unzipping the skintight fabric down to her navel.

“Take it off,” I command, stepping back to watch the show.

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