Page 95 of Twisted Kings

And probably hate me for it.

For a tension-filled moment, Milo didn’t kiss me back. He just lay next to me, his lips touching mine. OK, so maybe I’d misjudged things. Perhaps he wanted me but didn’twantme, want me. Not in that way. Maybe Milo just liked to watch and would neverwant mein the same way I wanted him.

And Ididvery much want him.Badly.Milo wasn’t demanding or flirty or charming like the others. He was his own person. Sweet, thoughtful, and so brainy it made my head hurt.

When I tried to pull back, his hand snaked out and curled into my hair.

“No,” he growled in a possessive way so unlike the man I’d grown used to sharing my bed with.

“No?” I squeaked, liking this new version of Milo. It was all kinds of hot.

“Kiss me again.”

Things were not going the way I expected. Not at all. But need and desire overrode common sense. One more kiss wouldn’t hurt.

I leaned in and kissed him again. This time he reacted immediately, kissing me back with unexpected abandon. Our mouths moved together like we’d kissed each other a million times. He groaned when my tongue touched his, and suddenly, I felt him pressed against me, hard and wanting. Then the kiss broke, and he abruptly pulled away.

“Milo?” He’d never pushed things before and I didn’t want to be that person who made him do something he’d regret. If his last memory of me was being coerced into sex, I’d hate myself. “We don’t have to do anything you’re uncomfortable with,” I reminded him.

His thigh remained entangled with mine and I felt him, still hard and hot through the cotton of his boxers. My pussy ached. I wanted him so badly. Just like I wanted all of them.

Lucifer himself had probably reserved a special room just for me. I didn’t deserve to be happy. Not after all the bad things I’d done in my life.

“I want this and I want you,” Milo said, his voice firm.

I wasn’t sure what to say. Was he saying he wanted to give me his virginity? If he knew I planned to leave them all, he would soon change his mind. I definitely didn’t deserve such a gift. Or him.

But I wanted him anyway. It was selfish of me and extremely stupid, but maybe we both deserved this moment of happiness. If death was coming for me on dark wings, then I would happily die knowing I’d given Milo a small sliver of my soul. As his first, he’d never forget me.

My mind made up, I reached down and yanked his boxers down. His dick felt hot and heavy in my hand. We didn’t need any foreplay. I was wet and ready for him, and I knew he probably wouldn’t last long if I carried on touching him.

As if to illustrate my point, he uttered a heartfelt groan and his shaft jerked eagerly in my hand.

Time was running away from me like sand in an hourglass. Before long, the sky would lighten, people would wake, and I’d never get away without a lot of questions, none of which I could answer.

I scooted back and pulled my shorts off, then climbed astride Milo. His eyes glittered as he stared up at me.

“Can I see your tits?” My lips curved up before I lifted my vest and threw it off. The wait felt cool against my overheated skin. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Thea,” Milo murmured as he brushed his fingers over my curves.

He groaned again when I rubbed my pussy over his cock, enjoying the way it made my clit throb. There was no point in us using a condom. That horse had already bolted. I half expected him to protest as I positioned him at my entrance and then dropped down slowly. But he said nothing.

“Does that feel OK?” I asked, feeling nervous. I didn’t want to break him.

“Fuck, angel, it feels… amazing.” His eyes widened in wonder. “You’re so hot and wet, and…why did I wait so long?” I assumed it was a rhetorical question.

He grabbed my hips and jerked upward, closing his eyes at the same time. For a moment, I wondered if he’d climaxed already, which would have been fine. I didn’t need to come. This wasn’t about me.

“You OK?”

There was a small huff of laughter. “Yeah. More than OK. So far from OK, I’m in a different realm.” He bit his lip. “Just trying hard not to come, but it’s difficult, as you’re squeezing me so hard right now.”

“Oh.” Hmm, so maybe we were still on the train and ready to make the journey to Pound Town.

He sat up, abs clenching. This put us face to face, which was way more intimate than I expected. He kissed me like I meant everything to him. I curled my fingers into his soft hair and pulled him closer.

I never wanted to let him go. A tear squeezed out and trickled down my cheek, then another. The taste of salt brought me back to the present. Crying during sex was bad. The last thing I needed was for Milo to think this was some kind of pity fuck.

It wasn’t.

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