Page 96 of Twisted Kings

Milo didn’t deserve that. He deserved all of me.

The very best parts of me.

Not breaking our kiss, I started to move. Slowly at first, savoring each up and down drag of his thick cock inside me. His breathing picked up, and I felt the first stirrings of my impending orgasm, creeping up on me like a stealthy ninja. But that wasn’t my focus. I wanted this to feel good for him.

So I moved a little faster, giving him what he needed. When his fingers found my clit, I jumped with surprise.

“Tell me what you like,” he whispered against my lips. “Does this feel good?”

“Yes.” Dammit, he must have been taking notes or something. The guy knew exactly what he was doing. He used his thumb to rub firm circles, pushing me higher and higher until I exploded around him.

Then I felt him come deep inside me in a burst of heat. We sank back into the mattress, sweaty and gross, locked together. Fluid trickled out, but I didn’t care. My body felt too sated and exhausted to move, even though cleaning up would have been sensible at this point.

Catching a flight with cum dripping down my legs was not how I wanted my revenge arc to begin.

“That was… perfect.” When I opened my eyes, Milo stared up at me like I’d just sprouted angel wings. “Thank you.”

“Um, you’re welcome?” I grimaced, feeling awkward as fuck. As the aftershocks faded away, I crawled off him and dashed into the bathroom. The intimacy between us had turned from magical into suffocating. I desperately needed some space.

My reflection stared back at me accusingly. She reminded me I couldn’t stick around. Fucking Milo had changed nothing. If anything, it had made things worse.

When I finally found the courage to leave the bathroom, Milo was fast asleep. He lay on his back with the covers pooled around his waist. Light from the window highlighted every lean plane of his chest. His dark hair curled over the pillow.

I tore my gaze away and focused on what I needed to do. In less than ten minutes, I’d dressed and was ready to leave. Milo murmured something in his sleep as I closed the door behind me and walked silently through the living room.

Dario must have returned at some point. He lay sprawled across the second sofa, his shirt undone and an empty bottle of tequila in his hand. Even in sleep, tension still etched fine lines across his brow.

Maybe once my father was no longer breathing, he’d relax.

I hooked my bag over my shoulder and left the apartment. When I reached the large foyer, Declan emerged looking worse for wear, his black shirt hanging loose and his hair in disarray.

“Good night?” I asked with a faint smirk, noting lipstick on his neck.

He ignored me and reached over the desk. I took the small brown envelope, glanced inside, and then pocketed it.

“No more favors, Thea,” he warned. “Whatever shit you end up in, you’re on your own. Clear?”

“Crystal.”

A car sat idling on the curb when I walked outside into the frosty night. Dawn was still several hours away. My breath steamed as ice crystals crunched under my boots. The driver nodded when I settled into the passenger seat, and I thanked the Lord he had the heat turned up to max.

There was no need to give the driver any directions. Declan had taken care of that for me when I put in a request for a new ID. I hated owing him anything, but until my father and Torrance were dead, I couldn’t use any of my current passports.

So instead of Thea Ricci or Theadora di Luca, I was now… I opened the passport and scowled.

That fucker.

43

Kyril

“Wake up, motherfuckers!” Eden’s shrill and irritating-as-fuck voice drilled into my brain, causing me to regret every last drink I’d imbibed last night. Vodka rarely gave me a hangover, but I’d mixed it up with tequila shots.

I heard Landon yelling abuse at her and smiled. His head probably hurt more than mine. It served the fucker right for daring to think he could drink me under the table. My arm snaked sideways, but instead of a warm, deliciously naked female, I found nothing but acres of cold sheet.

My eyes cracked open, and I winced when sunlight hit me in the face. Some idiot, aka me, hadn’t bothered closing the blinds last night.

It wasn’t like Thea to be up early. Not after a late night. Since Christmas, she’d been sleeping in most mornings, and even after a good night’s sleep following many orgasms, she still seemed tired.

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