Page 69 of Brazen King

His lips brush the shell of my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. And he purrs, “I’ve been hoping you’d stop by for a bit of fun.”

Killian’s arm tightens around my waist, and heady arousal washes through me as his erection presses against the base of my spine.

I gasp as he whirls me in his arms, releasing my blade so I can do with it as I please.

But he’s already moved on from our cat-and-mouse game. It’s plain to see from the desire burning in his eyes. He’s not worried about disarming me. He already won the match. And though I could easily take advantage of his cockiness and kill him while he’s exposed, I can’t bring myself to do it.

Instead, I drop the knife, letting it clatter noisily across the kitchen floor as my excitement consumes me. Bracing my arms against his broad, bare shoulders, I jump up and wrap my legs around his hips.

A moment later, Killian grasps my mask, pulling it off and tossing it aside.

Then lips are on mine, his kiss earnest and demanding.

I groan, that aching emptiness in my chest flooding with warmth as I lean into him. And I claim his lips with just as much passion.

Something must be terribly wrong with me for feeling this way. He’s my family’s nemesis, for Christ’s sake. But I can’t help myself. And right now, I can’t even muster the guilt to regret my actions.

Because I desperately want to feel Killian’s hands all over me.

I want him buried deep in me.

Right now, I want him more than I want my next breath.

And if I’m being honest with myself, I was looking forward to this too. Not just the challenge of besting him in a fight—which seems less and less realistic each time I try. But even conceding to him after he’s won.

I relish the way Killian takes control of my body.

No one’s ever made me want to justlet golike he does.

And God, when I do, the intensity of the pleasure he gives me is mind-blowing.

Turning, Killian sets my hips on the edge of the counter, and his fingers find the zipper tab of my bodysuit. He tugs it down, and I’m shrugging out of it before he even has time to give me the command.

Then his lips are on my neck, my chest, his hand lightly curled around my throat as he guides me commandingly back onto the smooth, hard surface of the counter.

I gasp as the shocking cold raises goosebumps across my flesh, tightening my exposed nipples.

And when I’m fully splayed across the counter, Killian releases me. His palm trails a searing path between my breasts and down my belly to finish stripping me of my clothes. He tosses my bodysuit aside and hooks my thighs over his shoulders. And with smoldering eyes that capture mine, he leans in to kiss my clit.

My breaths come hard and fast, my lips parting as I fight to stay silent—because we’re out in the open. I’m completely exposed. If anyone walked in on us now, I would be ruined.

But strangely, I don’t know that I care.

I want this so desperately, I’m tempted to let it happen.

And as Killian’s tongue makes a spine-tingling sweep between my folds, I relax my hold on the last shred of my dignity. I cry out, the pleasure so intense it makes my toes curl against his back. Killian releases a deep hum of approval in response, his hot breath washing across my clit as he tastes my slick arousal.

“I could have you for every meal,” he growls, and his lips close around the sensitive bundle of nerves as he gently starts to suck.

“Oh God, yes!” I gasp, my back arching off the cool counter as my palms press into the hard surface. And my eyes roll into my head as the euphoria leaves me senseless.

Alternating between licking my slit and circling my clit, Killian methodically drives me wild, edging me closer to an orgasm that I can already tell is going to blow my mind.

“Shall I let you come, love?” Killian teases, his strong fingers pressing into my hip bones as he lifts his head to give me a wicked grin.

“Please,” I moan, my hips jerking with frustration the instant his lips leave me.

“Then say my name.”

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