Page 60 of Twisted Kings

“I have nothing to say.” Embers burst up the chimney as a strong gust of wind buffeted the house.

“Not even sorry for bringing drugs to my hotel room? I never did find out what you did with them.” He seemed curious rather than angry, which confused me.

“Flushed them down the toilet. I was all out of options at that point.”

“Was that before or after we had sex?”

A flush of heat that had nothing whatsoever to do with the fire lit a pulse between my thighs. Did he still think about that night? I did.

“After. I was kinda busy before.”

“Yes, you were. First the tears and then the fucking.” He hummed in agreement. “Tell me, were you genuinely upset, or was that a ploy to get into my room?”

“Fuck you,” I snarled. Of course, he didn’t believe me, but calling me a liar, even in a roundabout way, hurt.

Having had enough of this little chat, I shoved him hard enough to knock him off balance. He stumbled, not expecting me to get physical, and reached for my waist to regain his balance.

The minute his hand touched me, the attraction between us flared into a raging inferno. He pulled me close and we fell intothe ratty old armchair next to the fire, me astride his powerful thighs, our lips locked together.

All the reasons why this was a truly terrible idea no longer seemed quite so important. I wanted him and he wanted me. Yes, it was bound to end in tears, but maybe we just needed to get this out of our system.

I almost laughed at my naivety. Had that worked with Kyril or Landon? No.

“I should hate you,” he muttered against my mouth, his hand on my breast. “But I don’t.”

“It wasn’t a ploy,” I admitted as he pulled my bra cup down and stroked my nipple. “I was upset and jealous. You helped me.”

“Seeing you so broken did something to me. I wanted to…comfortyou.” He seemed almost surprised at the idea, yet to me it made sense. He was the protector in their friendship group. The problem solver. The one who smoothed things over.

Beneath his icy and controlled exterior, Cassian was a warm and compassionate person who would do anything to protect those he loved. It was why he’d drawn me into his orbit.

Yes, my father had ordered me to get close, but in truth, we’d have ended up here even without his manipulation.

“I’m sorry for what happened. I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“You didn’t hurt me, Thea. None of this is your fault. I see that now, and I’m the one who is sorry for ever believing you were to blame.”

He kissed me again, less urgent this time, but still full of heat. I could feel him hard beneath me as his tongue pressed into my mouth. God, I wanted him. Wanted to feel him inside me, hot and hard.

I reached down to touch him, but his hand stopped me from taking it further.

“It’s late and we both need to sleep,” he said against my lips, punctuating the words with small kisses to soften the rejection.

A small whimper of frustration escaped as he pulled my top back down. My body throbbed with frustration, needing a release.

“I need to come!” I growled.

“Such a demanding little minx,” he chuckled.

“Don’t tease me.” Anger flooded my system. Was this his idea of a punishment? He said he wasn’t angry with me, but being taken to the edge and left there sure felt like a revenge ploy.

“Baby, calm down,” he whispered. “I can make you come.” His fingers dipped below the waist of my cotton pants, into my underwear. When he felt how wet I was, he sucked in a sharp, shaky breath. “Fuck.”

I almost smiled. At least I wasn’t the only one dying here. Judging by the way his cock throbbed beneath my hand, he was close to losing it too.Good.

His fingers took me higher, teasing me with each deft stroke. He knew exactly how to play me. In no time at all, I fell apart, shivering with pleasure as my orgasm ripped through me.

Thankfully, the crescendo of yells and explosions from the living room masked my moans. Not that I cared whether they heard me come, but it might be a little awkward given how I’d tried to run away a few hours ago.

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