Page 28 of Brazen King

I strain against my cuffs, my back arching as my body ripples with the need for more. More of him. More of the pleasure he brings me. More of the dangerously addictive way he makes my body sing.

I whimper, my legs quivering as I wait for him to finish burying his cock deep in my depths. And when he does, an intense wave of satisfaction washes through me. Wrapping my legs around his hips, I roll beneath him, grinding against him to seek my own pleasure as my walls grip his considerable girth.

Killian grunts, the carnal sound sending my arousal into a dangerous spike. His hand slowly exploring my body slips behind me. And a moment later, he has his arm wrapped around my waist to lift me slightly so he can fuck me, slow and soft, from a deeper angle.

He’s astonishingly tender.

And I’m starting to wonder if he might actually be trying to go easy on me.

That thought blows my mind.

A devious, blackmailing brute who’s renowned for being ruthlessly violent putting in enough consideration to intentionally fuck me gently so he won’t hurt me?Not a chance.

But God, it feels good.

“So damn good,” he rasps, claiming my lips more eagerly now, and heat flashes across my skin as I wonder if I might have said that last part out loud by accident.

I’m so lost in pleasure, I can’t be sure.

“I could fuck you all night,” Killian groans, the sound almost agonized. And he rocks in and out of me with slow, deliberate thrusts, making me feel every inch of him as he enters me again and again.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I register the fact that his words could mean he doesn’t intend to keep me all night. But that can’t be right. Because he has me until first light. And last night, he took advantage of every last second of it. I wasn’t slipping out his balcony door until moments before sunrise.

My body throbs at the idea of doing it two nights in a row.

And I’m not sure if it’s with anticipation of pleasure or pain.

Maybe both.

But before I can delve too far into my response, my building excitement reaches the tipping point. And I gasp against Killian’s lips as a fresh orgasm blasts through me with astounding force.

He groans, his hips slowing even further as I milk his cock. Walls pulsing around his thick girth, I ride the liquid pleasure that seeps through my veins. Our lips part as my head falls back onto the bed, and my eyes roll back into my skull.

Nothing should feel this sinfully good.

Especially not with a man who I’m supposed to be killing right now.

I just can’t help myself.

Something about the way he touches me, the way he claims my body and commands it to do his bidding, is so utterly irresistible. If I were being perfectly honest with myself, I could let him fuck me like this all night long. Because it feels so…damn…good.

Killian’s lips find the tender spot behind my ear, and he sucks gently, trapping the skin between his teeth. My pussy clamps down around him, and I suck air sharply past my lips as fresh arousal chases away the lingering clouds of ecstasy.

His cock twitches inside me, seeming to swell and harden more—if that’s even possible.

And though I can tell he’s leaving a mark on my neck—putting a hickey on my flesh as if to claim his territory—I can’t find it in me to object. Tightening my thighs, I rock into him, grinding my clit against the base of his shaft.

It doesn’t matter that Killian is my family’s enemy. It doesn’t matter that my father wants him dead. All I want is to feel him come inside me. This time, I’m ready for it—despite the fact that I promised him he would never get the pleasure of a night with me again.

Maybe that’s where I went wrong.

Maybe, in the back of my mind, I hoped for this outcome.

Or maybe, I subconsciously knew what a formidable foe he really is.

Whatever the case, I’m glad my IUD will take away the suspense of whether he might impregnate me. Because clearly, he doesn’t care. He’s not pulling out.

“God, you’re so damn sexy, love,” Killian growls, his arm tightening around my waist as his thrusts grow more adamant.

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