Page 49 of King’s Promise

He gently stokes the side of my face with his fingers, fingers I love, and I’m wet between my legs. He peers into my eyes; lust radiates off him like the heat of a generator.

He leans into me, kissing me slowly, taking his time to lick my lips and map out my mouth. My tongue wraps around his tongue and like a slow tango we take turns sucking on each other. His low moan fills the room, and I grab his cock, wanting to take it in my mouth.

I crouch into a position so I’m kneeling in front of his cock and run my hand down his shaft to the base. I run my tongue around the tip, slick with his pre-cum. He moans again. I slide a few fingers under his balls gently rubbing over the stubble growing back from his manscaping. The girls at school said men like this. He gasps and sucks air through his perfect teeth. I run my hand up and down his cock before I slip him inside my mouth.

He places his hand on my head, guiding me to a tempo he likes. His body stiffens, his cock swells, filling my mouth as I clamp my lips around him to apply pressure even though he’s slippery.

I bob my head again and again, until he lets out a long guttural moan and shoots his wad. I swallow, but it’s not enough, more is coming, like a river overflowing. I swallow again and warm cum slides down my throat, leaving a salty taste on my lips.

“You did very well,” he commends me and, for once, it’s a compliment without a cut down.

“Mm.” I lay my head on my pillow and wonder when he will get up. I’m shocked when he flips over and buries his head between my legs.

“I think it’s only fair you get to come, too,” he murmurs as he licks my wetness. My nipples grow hard under his expert touch. My juices seep past my engorged lips. His tongue flicks over my clit, and I can’t refrain from lifting my ass off the bed as I yearn for more friction.

“You’re greedy,” he comments before he inserts two fingers in my vagina. I ride him as he strokes my inner goddess perfectly. We’re like a well-rehearsed symphony, his tongue hits all my buttons and euphoria wells in my pussy as it clenches around him.

“Come,” he commands.

Desire builds in my belly, hot blood pumps through my veins, my head is floating in the clouds, oblivious to anything other than the euphoria rising like a tsunami in my pussy. I ride the wave to the top and explode, gushing over him as I cry out his name. I pull at his hair, my body goes taught, my back arches, I strive for the last hard pass over my clit where his fingers massage my G-spot and I come again, squirting into his mouth as he laps me up like a thirsty dog.

My body was suspended in the air, but after the second wave of orgasms, I’m exhausted. I sink into the bed, spent.

“How was that?” I can’t tell if he’s mocking me, but as long as he makes me climax like that, I don’t care. I’m addicted to him, his magnificent cock, and how he makes my body and soul bellow with pleasure, releasing my pent-up sexual needs.

“Amazing,” I purr. I’m weak from my desire for him, and I wilt under his touch. I’m lucky my future husband wants to fuck me. I want to live in this cocoon we’ve encased ourselves in for the last twelve hours. I don’t want it to end, but know I’m being unrealistic.

“Good,” he says and springs out of bed. “I have a full day ahead of me. I’ll see you at dinner, you can go.”

And like that, my world crumbles again. This is his cue for me to leave.

“You don’t have to be so fucking rude,” I exclaim as I leap from his bed, collecting my clothes and shoes which are strewn about the room. I leave in a huff, slamming the door behind me.

Why does he have to ruin everything? It’s only a matter of time before I retaliate. I’m not going to put up with his bullshit. I will not be my mother; I will not be his doormat. I’m to be his wife and he damn well better respect me or this deal is off, and I’ll take my chances with the consequences.

19

Nikolay

I’m such a bastard. Anya is sweet, and oddly, she’s been more accommodating than I expected. I’m sure she’s making the best of the situation by simply doing what I want. The trip to Paris was enjoyable, so much so I let my guard down and broke my rule about sharing my bed all night. I wanted to stay in bed with her longer, but somehow found the willpower to break her spell over me.

My mother will fly in the night before the wedding and stay in London while we’re away on our honeymoon. In the wake of Dad’s passing, it will be good for her to visit friends and take her mind off things.

I’m stressed we haven’t found the traitor in our midst. I’ve put more men on security detail to make sure the wedding goes off without a hitch. This marriage is a coup and will strengthen and solidify the future of our families.

I’ve discovered Igor had drug deals in the works and we can incorporate them in our supply chain as well. In Russia, we are far from ocean access, and it puts us at a disadvantage when it comes to keeping costs down when we have to rely on others to bring contraband through ports and across miles of road by trucks.

Anya throwing a fit and slamming my bedroom door amuses me. If she thinks she’s pissed me off, she’s wrong. I like the way she speaks her mind and expresses her feelings. Just as long as she does it when we’re alone and not in front of Konstantin or the brigadiers.

Pavel knocks and enters. “Trouble in paradise?”

“Nothing another hard fucking won’t cure,” I reply as I walk around butt naked and peruse my large custom closet built for two.

“Your brothers are arriving today. You should be finished with your meetings before they get here.”

I don’t know what I’d do without Pavel keeping my schedule. I have other things to worry about in order to run the empire I need to make alliances and keep business partners happy. He can worry about the logistics of getting me where I need to go and making sure our locations are safe. Granted, I have corporate offices, but some deals are done in an alley behind our club to ensure we’re not being recorded. We have the added security of knowing where all the CCTV cameras are hidden. Technology is constantly infringing on our world, trackers on cars hear every detail and can be stowed in the most innocuous places. It means we are vigilant in sweeping all the vehicles, offices, and the house daily.

“Right, well, I’ll be downstairs if you don’t need anything.” I can’t miss the smirk on his face and a raised eyebrow when he does a double take on the disheveled bed. It’s obvious Anya spent the night. The sheets are tossed on both sides and the smell of sex still hangs in the air.

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