Page 29 of Brazen King

I can feel that he’s getting close, and despite myself, I can’t ignore the thrill that rushes up my spine every time he calls me love. It’s like my brain is hardwired to feel pleasure whether he means it or not. And he can’t mean it.

Obviously.

This is just a deal.

An arrangement that keeps him satisfied and me alive.

But it feels significantly more than that.

The zinging pleasure that crackles up my spine and out to my fingers and toes tells me so.

“Come for me, Natasha,” Killian commands. “I want to feel you come all over my cock again.”

Like the trigger on a gun, his words blast me into my next release. I cry out, convulsing in his arms as my orgasm rips through me with earth-shattering force. And I pant as my pussy spasms, gripping his cock like it might never let him go. My clit throbs, twitching against the base of him as he gives one last powerful thrust inside me.

And hot cum floods my core a moment later, filling me with his seed.

Breathing heavily together, we still, my legs wrapped around him, his arms holding me impossibly close. It wasn’t rough or fast or desperate, but somehow, sex this time was infinitely more powerful.

And the relief that comes from it is so completely consuming that a bone-deep contentment seeps through me.

Killian’s lips brush across mine in the softest of kisses. Then his tongue traces my lower lip, releasing a shiver up my spine.

Gently, he takes his time easing back out of me. And as he does, my legs turn to jelly, dropping to the bed.

Light dances in Killian’s green eyes as he straightens, looking down at me as he remains kneeling between my thighs. “I couldget used to a sight like this,” he purrs, his gaze casting up to my cuffed wrists before trailing lasciviously down my naked form.

It’s about as sexual as a look can get. And despite the fact that I’m so sore I honestly don’t know if I can handle another round, my core tightens with anticipation.

Without a word, Killian reaches for the drawer beside his bed. He pulls out a key a moment later and takes his time unfastening my restraints. My wrists don’t hurt at all, thanks to the fuzzy covering that protected them from the cold metal. And to my astonishment, a flicker of jealousy ignites in my stomach to think of how many other girls he must have used them on to have them ready at a moment’s notice.

“So, you’ve got a kink?” I ask as I sit up and rub the circulation back into my fingers.

Killian quirks an eyebrow, his amusement growing as he studies my face with a dangerous level of perception.

I jut my chin toward the handcuffs to mask my sneaky green emotion and pretend to clarify what I mean. “How many girls have worn your pretty little bracelets?”

“Those are there just for you, love. I had a feeling I might need them tonight.” His grin widens into a wicked and dangerously handsome smile.

I narrow my eyes, glaring at him suspiciously. “Because you intentionally antagonized my father into sending me again?”

He shrugs one shoulder, the rich ink of his tattoos standing out in the moonlight from the balcony door. “I trusted you would come for me either way. After all, you promised me last night you’d be back. But there’s nothing wrong with an insurance policy from where I stand.”

“You are such a?—”

“A pig? So I’ve heard.” Killian chuckles as I grind my teeth. Then he slides from the bed to retrieve his boxers.

I watch as he puts them back on, a little confused by the choice.Does he want to take a break and talk?I hope not. Last night didn’t involve much conversation time, and I would rather keep it to a minimum. Killian is clever enough, he might try to trick me into giving up inside information if I’m not careful.

But I don’t say as much because I don’t want to give him any ideas. So instead, I eye him cautiously, waiting to spot his next move. And as he finishes dressing, he stoops to collect my bodysuit.

“Go home, love,” he says, handing it to me. “Get some rest. I want to have fun with you, not break you.”

My jaw nearly hits the floor.

Still, I accept my clothes with a healthy level of suspicion and watch him closely as I start to put my suit back on. His eyes follow my movements in the dim light, but he doesn’t make a move. And I’m shocked when he even hands me my mask after I finish zipping myself back in.

It touches me, despite my attempt to remain unemotional, because even though Killian’s an arrogant ass, he’s actually demonstrating some kind of empathy. And my pulse flutters as his gaze follows me out the balcony door a moment later.

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