Page 45 of Twisted Kings

“Does that feel good, kitten?” It sure as hell felt fucking good to me. I very much wanted to get inside her, but I could be patient. When it suited me.

“No,” she panted, her eyes half-closed with pleasure.That little minx.

“How about this?” I grabbed her ass and lifted her, placing her on the edge of the tub. Then I buried my mouth between her legs.

She gasped and tried to stand, but I gripped her hips hard enough to leave bruises. When I looked up, she was staring down at me with a combination of exasperation and lust.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she told me, and I frowned.

“Why?”

“Because…” I waited for her to give me a good reason why we shouldn’t fuck - knowing she had none - and then proceeded to do exactly what I set out to do when I came up here: make her come so hard she saw stars.

Knowing full well that if I gave her any more time to overthink this, she’d get cold feet - literally - I dived back into her pussy.

My girl had the sweetest pussy, every inch of her perfect. She was all I needed. Now and forever. Listening to her soft moans when I found the rhythm that made her body sing the sweetest song made my cock swell and my balls ache, but I fought back the desire to pull her down and fuck her.

This was about her, not me.

Her soft cries grew more urgent as she approached her peak. She gripped the edge of the tub and then let go, coming all over my face in a torrent of sweet release.

When I pulled back, the tension had faded from her gorgeous face. Her dark eyes had softened to a warm chocolate color. I wanted to hold her in my arms and never let go.

She didn’t protest when I pulled her back into the water and pressed my lips into the curve of her neck.

“That was…” she murmured before exhaling slowly.

“Amazing?”

A faint laugh broke free, and it made me realize how few times she’d laughed with genuine amusement. I resolved then and there my kitten needed to laugh more. Laughter was good for the soul, or so Landon liked to tell me when high as a kite.

Speaking of…

“Did you enjoy the show, asshole?”

21

Landon

10 minutes earlier

“Go tell them dinner’s nearly ready,” Milo said without looking up from his laptop.

“Erm, why can’t you?” I was pretty sure Thea didn’t want me anywhere near her. She’d barely looked at me since Kyril and Dario brought her here.

Maybe I should just fuck off. It was pretty fucking obvious whatever I’d had with her was over.

Only I had nowhere to go. My dad had told me I wasn’t welcome. He said I’d dragged our respectable family name through the mud, damaged the Rothmore brand, and made my mom cry.

My sister would have welcomed me, but then her asshole husband announced he was taking her and the kids to visit his parents for the holidays. So that only left Cassian’s place.

And I sure as hell wasn’t going there.

“I’m busy.” Busy doing what? Milo was a law unto himself. The nerd was probably hacking into the fucking Pentagon or something.

“I’m busy too,” I grouched, pulling a beer from the refrigerator and glugging some of it down.

“Lan, just do it. Mrs O’Malley went to a lot of trouble making that stew. She’ll be pissed if we let it go to waste.”

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