Page 9 of King: Darker Than Romance

Instead of thanking him or complimenting him back, I said exactly what was on my mind.

“You’ve been hiding from me. I don’t like that.”

He cocked his head and laughed, a deep rich sound that caused my stomach to clench.

“I wasn’t hiding. I was avoiding you. Avoidance is good under the circumstances,” he said

I rolled my eyes dismissively, then got down to the business at hand. “I want to do what you did to yourself. I want to touch you.”

He shook his head, after studying my face for a moment. “No, we’re not doing anything like that again.” It wasn’t a very adamant no, and he made no move to leave the room. He outweighed me by fifty pounds. There was no way I could keep him there if he didn’t want to be.

“You say that like you really believe it. If you want to leave, leave.” I grinned while pulling the top of my dress down over my breasts. They bounced once then settled. My breasts were perfect double D cups that sat up on their own. My nipples were the color and size of Hershey kisses.

His breath hitched and the arrogant smile he’d worn fell away. His reaction gave me satisfaction. It made me feel even more brazen.

I invaded his space until I stood flush against him. I smirked when I felt his hard dick pressed into my thigh.

“Leave,” I challenged.

His head lulled forward; he pressed his forehead to mine. Our lips were inches apart. His breath smelled like cigarettes and expensive whiskey.

“You’re determined to make me ruin your life.” It sounded as if he felt sorry for me. He reached up, gripped my neck, applying enough pressure to spike my adrenaline. I liked it. I raised my head daring him to squeeze harder.

“Like you could,” I taunted

“I can. And I very well might.” He drew his bottom lip into his mouth. “Keep playing, little sister, and I’m going to give you the nine inches of heartache you keep begging for.” It was a warning I would later wish I would have taken heed of.

He used his thumb to trace my lips once, then his hand dropped to his side.

Instead of walking away from the fire that would later burn me, I pressed my lips to the sliver of exposed skin around his collar, peppered his warm flesh with kisses.

His breathing turned heavy.

“Teach me, please.” I whispered close to his lips. If my momma hadn’t taught me much else, she’d taught me to say please. It worked.

The low groan that came from his mouth signaled his defeat.

In the next moment I heard the metal on metal clank of his belt, heard his zipper being unzipped. I felt his pants graze my legs as they fell to the floor. They pooled around his ankles.

He was being extra helpful for someone who had told me “no” a minute earlier.

He grabbed my hand, ran his tongue over the palm wetting it. The sensation made butterflies dance in my belly. His hand shook as he guided mine to his cock. It was hard and hot. I could barely wrap my fingers around it, it was so thick. I circled the head gathering sticky fluid.

He hissed.

I rose to my tippy toes, traced the curve of his jaw with my nose. He groaned.

I brought my lips to his ear, making him shiver as my breath hit his flesh. “Show me!” I wanted to please him.

He set the pace. He guided my hand up and down his shaft, showing me how to stroke him. “Tighter,” he moaned and gyrated his hips, sliding his cock in and out of my grip.

“Damn, you’re sexy,” I rasped,” trailing my free hand up his shirt tracing the contours of his abs with my long fingernails. He trembled ever so slightly, but just enough for me to catch it. During it all he never looked away from my face.

Not long after I started, he was cumming all over my fingers, in thick streams. The urge to drop to my knees and suck him clean was there but he didn’t give me the chance. As soon as his body settled, he staggered away from me. He turned, pulled up, zipped and buttoned his pants. Then he angrily shoved me to the side and left the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. He and his companion had left the party before I made it back downstairs. I thought about his reaction the rest of the night. It left me wondering if maybe I should leave him alone.

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Everything came to a head when Ellis stopped in for a visit. Our parents were out of town again.

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