Page 15 of Brazen King

Lips gently parted, Natasha hesitates for only a moment. Then a hand reaches up to ease the fabric down over one shoulder. She does the same on the other side, and as she strips her arms out of the fabric, her pert breasts slip from beneath the zippered edge.

They’re beautifully modest, small enough to match the rest of her impressively lean, fit torso. I’ve never seen a woman with such perfectly defined abs. And as she shimmies the bodysuit down her hips, I think she might just be the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.

Her arms are strong, her shoulders bordering on muscular, and I can tell she puts no small amount of effort into honing herself into the notoriously lethal weapon she’s become for Boris.

She bends in half, her thick burgundy braid falling over her shoulder as she strips the spandex down her legs. Last, she steps out of her combat boots, kicking them aside at the same time as she rids herself of the bodysuit completely.

Natasha straightens, her arms crossing modestly over her chest as her chin lifts in proud defiance. All she was wearing beneath her stealth gear is a pair of crimson booty shorts, and they hug her hips like they were made for her.

“Christ, you’re bloody perfect,” I growl, striding forward to close the distance between us.

Natasha yelps as I wrap my arms around her, bringing her body firmly against mine.

“What are you going to do with me?” she murmurs, her breaths shallow and fast enough now that I know her heart must be pounding.

“I’m going to take my time exploring every perfect inch of you,” I murmur, and I capture her lips in a ferocious kiss.

Natasha’s soft shudder fills my body with foreign emotions—a deep and carnal craving, yes, but also an unexpected desire to protect her, to make her enjoy this as much as I will. I want to hear what she sounds like when she comes.Seethe flush of her skin after climax. I want to witness the expression on her face when she’s lost in the clouds of euphoria.

Her taut nipples graze my chest, reminding me that her lips aren’t the only thing I want to kiss tonight, and I slowly work my way from her mouth to her neck. Licking, sucking, nipping, kissing, I relish every silky-soft inch of her pale skin. The way she gasps and squirms against me when I find a tender spot makes my cock twitch.

It wrenches my gut when I spot the slight discoloration around her throat—where I nearly crushed her windpipe during our fight. And I pay extra care to the bruised flesh, barely brushing my lips across it in silent apology.

But when I finally reach the swell of her beautiful tits, I’m not nearly so kind.

They’re begging to be punished, their dark, pebbled circles daring me to do my worst.

Natasha moans when I palm one, kneading the supple flesh like a ball of dough. And the other I cup as I close my lips around her nipple and give it a playful nip. Natasha squeals, her fingers combing into my hair, and she gives a firm jerk, tugging at the roots as if to dislodge me.

Chuckling darkly, I glance up to meet her steely gaze, her nipple still caught between my lips. And instead of relinquishing it, I soothe the bite by stroking her taut nub with my tongue.

“Oh God,” she gasps, her head falling back as the relief overcomes the pain.

And just as she seems to relax her defenses, I give her other nipple a sharp pinch.

“Killian!”

Damn, I could get used to her screaming my name all breathy like that. I think it might be the first time she’s used it. And it sounds dangerously good on her lips—even when she’s scolding me for misbehaving.

“What?” I breathe, transferring my mouth to the tortured nipple and stroking away the pain with my tongue.

Natasha releases another moan, this one so laced with pleasure it makes my cock throb.

“You want me to stop?” I tease, easing my way back up her body to kiss her lips once more.

“You’re insufferable,” she murmurs, but when I pull back, her eyes tell me otherwise. Her fingers tangle in my hair, and she brings my lips against hers, stroking her tongue between my teeth with tantalizing force.

“This naughty mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble,” I warn, and I nip her lower lip.

“I don’t think I could be in much worse trouble than I am right now,” she counters.

“Maybe not, but I can think of a way to put it to better use.”

Natasha swallows convulsively, pulling back to meet my eyes.

“On your knees, love,” I command, giving her braid a gentle tug.

Fury flashes in her gaze, and for a second, I wonder if she’ll deny me. But I want to see those pretty red lips wrapped around my cock. Chin tipping up in that unmistakable look of imperious defiance, Natasha slowly sinks to the ground, resting her sexy hips on her heels as she kneels before me.

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