Page 26 of Brazen King

Amusement curls my lips as I lean in close enough that they nearly brush hers. “Last night, it sounded like you enjoyed yourself plenty.”

“You are such apig?—”

I cut her off by stealing a kiss, and her words die out, replaced by the softest of moans.

Insult me all she wants, I know that Natasha likes the way I make her feel. The way I make her come. And if she wants to deny it, I don’t mind in the least proving that fact to her again.

Her full lips are so soft and inviting, her tongue tantalizingly sweet when I stroke between her teeth. And despite her impressive struggle at the start, my little vixen’s muscles relax as she gives in to the moment.

Pulse thrumming through my veins, I let my imagination run wild, ready to unleash all my daydreams on her as soon as I can get her out of this outfit.

But I don’t really want to let her out of her handcuffs.

Having her at my mercy is just too much fun.

So, instead, I unlock her restraints one hand at a time to pull her gloves and sleeves off before I return her to her cuffs. She doesn’t fight me, and more than anything, I love how quickly Natasha can shift from our cat-and-mouse game to this scintillatingly submissive seductress.

She doesn’t even protest when I confine her a second time.

A fact I fully intend to reward her for.

Climbing to the foot of the bed, I pull off her rubber-soled combat boots. Then, inch by inch, I peel her bodysuit down over her hips and thighs, taking her panties with it. The fabric is so stretchy and light, it’s like it was cut from the same cloth as its lithe, flexible owner.

My cock hardens at the thought of folding Natasha in half and finding out just how bendable she really is. But I suspect tonight is not the night.

I fucked her so thoroughly last night, I imagine she must be sore.

So, tonight, I’ll go easy on her.

Kneeling at the foot of my bed, I take one petite foot in my hand, and I slowly knead her arch with my thumbs.

Natasha groans, her eyes rolling into the back of her head, confirming my suspicion. Releasing a dark chuckle, I slowly work my way up each leg, starting at her feet and massaging the sore muscles until she’s putty in my hands.

And when I finally get to the peak of her thighs, I dip my head to press a soft kiss to that sweet spot that drives her wild.

Natasha gasps, her knees drawing upward so her feet slide across the bedding. But her thighs stay open for me, inviting me in. And her toes curl with anticipation.

Humming my appreciation, I slide my hands beneath her hips, lifting them slightly so I can massage her firm, round ass. At the same time, I lean in to stroke her sexy slit with my tongue. And her tart juices coat my taste buds.

“Oh God,” she breathes, her knees trembling with her sudden need.

My cock throbs in response.

She’s already wet for me, her seam slick with arousal. When my tongue swirls around her clit, it twitches with excitement. And God, that makes me want her all the more.

My sexy little minx might say she has no choice but to take the deal I offered.

But I know that somewhere deep inside, she wants me.

She knows it too—even if she won’t admit it.

And that’s why I won’t stop until she’s mine.

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NATASHA

Killian’s tongue must be a creation born from the god of desire. Because it takes him no time at all to make the nerves in my body sing. Heat radiates from my core as my muscles tighten deliciously, every inch of me begging him for more.

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