Page 38 of Brazen King

Then I quickly slip her leggings down her hips, leaving her dressed only in her tunic-length green top as I force her to step out of her pants. Natasha glances nervously toward the front of the alley, but passersby don’t seem to notice us in the deep shadows.

So I undo my slacks, opening them enough to pull out my rock-hard, throbbing cock.

Breathing heavily, Natasha looks down between us as I grasp her bare thighs. And I hoist her onto my hips, wrapping her legs around me.

“Hold on,” I command, and she does as I reach around to position my swollen tip at her entrance. A groan rips from my chest as I sink into her warm, tight depths. “God, you’re so wet and ready for me,” I rasp.

Natasha whimpers, her fingers curling in my hair as she buries her face in my neck. And I drive inside her, shoving her hips back against the alley wall with the force of my penetration. I love how eager she is for me. How readily she takes my thick girth. She wants this just as much as I do. I can feel it in the way her pussy ripples around me, tightening as she begs me to fill her up.

“Oh my God,” she moans, the lusty words slurring together in her bliss.

“Call me whatever you like, love. I’ll be your god,” I growl, picking up the pace until I’m fucking her hard and fast.

Once she’s safely in my bed tonight, I can take my time wringing every ounce of pleasure from her. But right now, I’m teaching her a lesson. She needs to know that if she fails to kill me, I will claim her anywhere and any way I want. That’s part of our deal. She better be prepared if she wants to drag me into a dark alley again.

“You like it when I fuck you in public?” I rasp against her ear, driving inside of her as her pussy grows wetter by the second.

Natasha bites her lips as if to keep her confession locked away, but the groan of pleasure that follows tells me she likes it more than she’s willing to admit.

I love it.

Pounding inside of her, having her quick and rough somewhere anyone could find us at a moment’s notice.

Let the world feast their eyes on the beautiful woman I’m buried to the hilt inside. She’s so delectable, I couldn’t care less that we’re having sex in an alleyway just feet from a dumpster. I’d fuck her anywhere, anytime. In any position I can have her.

Because she’s the sweetest kind of sin I’m ever going to know.

And she feels dangerously good, wrapped around my cock, her walls all hot and swollen for me. The sound of her quick, needy breaths drives me absolutely wild.

“God, I’m gonna come,” I murmur, nipping the lobe of her ear. “You coming with me, love?”

“Yes!” she gasps, her pussy clamping down around me.

And as she starts to spasm, I slam inside of her, filling her with my seed.

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NATASHA

White-hot relief floods my veins, and liquid pleasure washes through me in time with my sprinting heart. Killian’s cock pulses inside me with each burst of cum, and I throb with pleasure as I milk him of every last drop. He fills me up until the slick wetness comes trickling out, coating my thighs with our mingled release.

“Damn, you feel so good,” he rasps, stilling inside me.

The gruff sound of his voice sets a flutter to life in my stomach. And my clit twitches in response. Something about Killian is dangerously intoxicating, addicting. It took nothing for him to quell my fury about this morning’s proposal. And in its absence, an overpowering desire consumed me.

I can feel his heart pounding in rhythm with mine, he has me pinned so thoroughly against the alley wall. His breath comes hard and fast from the merciless way he fucked me. And my core tightens just thinking about how recklessly he took what was owed.

I breathe heavily, trapped between his powerful arms. And when he presses his lips to mine, I can’t help but melt against him. Kissing Killian should not feel this good. But God, it does.

Slowly, he eases out of me, setting me lightly on my feet as if I weigh nothing. Then he reaches behind his head to loosen the wire I attempted to strangle him with.

As soon as my hands are free, I snatch my leggings from him. And he gives me one last smirk as he tucks himself away and closes his slacks.

Then he stalked to the entrance of the alley without a backward glance.

Frustration spikes in my chest at his cocky departure. A confidence that says he knew he would have me despite how close I came to actually killing him this time. Another forty seconds, and he would have blacked out.

Quickly cleaning myself up with my panties, I slip the lacy fabric into my small black-leather backpack. Then I pull my leggings back on without underwear and creep to the corner of the alley so I can watch him rejoin his dinner companions.

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