Page 81 of Twisted Kings

“Touch me.” When I looked into his eyes, the need there mirrored my own. He wanted me just as much as I wanted him.

My fingers drifted down from his shoulders, slowly exploring his pecs. When I reached his abs and dipped under the edge of his waistband, his eyes darkened.

His skin felt warm under my fingers. Smooth, with only a light dusting of hair. I shifted back so I could move lower, but he grabbed my hands, effectively putting the brakes on.

“Are you sure?”

I looked up and met his eyes. “Yes.”

This might be the last chance to explore whatever this was between us. The holidays were almost over. Once the new year arrived, I needed to leave Ireland and deal with my father. If it all went wrong, he’d kill me, or worse, hand me back to Marku.

Cassian nodded and pulled his jersey off. He leaned back and stretched his arms out across the back of the sofa, effectively giving me carte blanch to do whatever I wanted with his achingly delicious body. I felt like a kid in a candy store: so many treats; so little time.

The night in the hotel felt like a million years ago, but my memory of Cassian’s cock hadn’t faded. Not a bit.

He gritted his teeth when I reached inside his sweats and wrapped my hand around his shaft.Hmm. Maybe my memory was faulty. He definitely felt bigger than I remembered. Thicker. Harder.

When I rubbed my thumb across the tip, smearing pre-cum over the thick, bulbous head, he groaned softly. “Shit, Thea, if you carry on teasing me, I’m not gonna last long.”

“Sorry,” I mumbled, swiftly withdrawing my hand.

“No, don’t apologize, baby girl.” Quick as a flash, he flipped us so I lay on the sofa and he knelt over me. He gripped my tee and pulled it off, tossing it to one side.

My eyes drifted down his body again. I wanted to see him, feel him, taste him. The hunger in me knew no bounds. I was practically feral for this man. Having Kyril fuck the shit out of me this morning had done nothing to sate my hunger.

Was raging nymphomania a symptom of early pregnancy? It seemed unlikely. Surely getting knocked up made a woman never want to have sex again. God knows being knocked up was hardly a desirable outcome for me.

Thankfully, Cassian was not a mind reader. He smiled at me in the light from the fire, oblivious to my chaotic thoughts.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about how you taste,” he said. His filthy confession lit a fire between my thighs. I ached. Burned for him.

“Please…” Begging wasn’t in my nature, but fuck that. I wanted him there.

He eased my underwear down my legs and then tossed it aside.

“I like it when you beg.” He grinned. “Now spread your legs for me.”

The dominant tone in his voice made me shiver. Cassian liked to be in control in the bedroom. I already knew that from the way he took charge in London. How would it work if Kyril was here? They were both dominant. Would Kyril back off or would Cassian cede control to Kyril?

God, I couldn’t wait to find out. Only… that might never happen.

I shoved that thought down and focused on the here and now. It was pointless making plans with the guys. Soon, I’d be on my own again. Like always.

The minute his tongue touched my pussy, I was gone. Lost in a sea of swirling desire, all rational thought erased.

“Fuck, you taste like perfection,” he murmured as he pressed a thick finger inside me, teasing me. But it wasn’t enough. I wanted to feel all of him.

I pleaded for more, but he ignored me, pushing me higher until I exploded. Pleasure crashed over me, the howling wind providing background noise as I fell apart.

Before I could fully recover, Cassian jumped up and shed his sweatpants. His thick cock jutted out, and I swallowed hard. Fuck, how had I managed to take all of him last time?

I watched as he walked over to the bureau in the corner and picked up a wallet. When he returned, he had a condom in his hand.

“We can stop now,” he said.

Knowing he was willing to walk away unsatisfied silenced any doubts I may have had.

“I don’t want to stop. I want you to fuck me, golden boy.”

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