Page 86 of The Heir

I wet my lips, fighting back tears. "King,please.I've worked too hard for it." His blue eyes stare into mine, unmoving. Not even blinking.Please, baby,I mouth.

King folds his arms, and after a tense few seconds he nods his head once.

Oh thank God.I close my eyes and place my hand on my chest feeling like I could faint. "Now, will you come give your wife a kiss?" I say quietly.

Opening my eyes, I tilt my head and put my hands demurely behind my back, showing him that I don't have anything to hurt him with. I'm perhaps even slightly ashamed, because this is the second time he's seen me go crazy with a knife.

King walks around the table towards me, his approach so fast and purposeful that I take a couple steps back, afraid he's going to run into me and knock me over. But he reaches out, snatches me forward by my nape and slams his lips over mine, still walking into me. We back up a few steps as his free hand curls around my lower back to steady me, shoving me into him enough to let me know that he's rock hard.

He licks into my mouth while I wiggle, trying to soften our kiss. "King, your family-" I chastise, but he cuts me off, sealing his mouth even harder around me till I can't speak, can barely damn breathe.Letting me know that he'll have me whenever and however he likes, family as an audience or not.

Sharp, white-hot arousal hits me hard. Settling deep in my belly and even lower, until with every lick into my mouth I feel my clit pulse, making me miserable.

Richard clears his throat hard, causing King to finally decide to let us come up for air. His hand comes up and his fingers rub my lips hard.

"Will you really give me my stuff back? Let me go back to work?" I whisper softly against his fingers, holding tight onto his forearms.

King places his forehead against mine and nods. "Yes, but dammit, Izzy. Now I'm ruining your surprise early." A little thrill courses through me at the admission, and he sighs, grumbling a little. "You promise not to run?"

I shake my head, giving him a little grin. "I have a feeling you wouldn't let me get very far."

"No, not even an inch, lady." His eyes flash dangerously, giving me another kiss before leaning into my ear. "You're insomuch trouble when we get home."

"I know," I say back, a tingle of excitement steals my breath momentarily, traveling down to my clit.

"Okay, you two,damn, you're worse than Brody and I!" Teresa calls out, effectively snapping us out of our spell.

I'm given my knife back just in time to see the servants come in with steaming plates of steaks and eggs. We spend time talking, getting to know one another. Everyone acts like they didn't just see me go bat shit crazy, however, Mason keeps giving me these looks that lets me know I've won some serious brownie points with him.

I'm putting the last bite of food in my mouth when King announces we're getting ready to leave.

"What?" I look around, seeing everyone beginning to get up. "That's it? We just eat and thenleave?"Everyone kind of blinks at me. I look atKing. "We drove almost an hour here to eat for an hour and leave? You guys don't spend time as a family? Play games? Nothing?"

They all look at each other nervously, except Richard. "Well, what did you have in mind?" he states, folding his arms and rocking back on his feet.

"I don't know." I shrug my shoulder. "You all know how to play monopoly?"

Richard smiles nice and slow. "Are you kidding? I call the house piece!" He turns, headed out the room. "Be right back! Clear the table."

Two hours later, Richard and I are neck and neck, but he eventually wins. Not surprising, as I've found out he's a mortgage broker mogul. He owns the mortgage company that everyone in the state uses to buy houses.

"Damn. I hope to be likeyouone day. Just rich and powerful and on top of the world!" I say to him teasingly as he pulls all the fake money towards him.

Richard laughs as he begins to meticulously sort and stack the money, giving me a wink. "I think you're a little closer than you think, Izzy!"

His use of my nickname fills my heart with something that's been missing for twenty years. I sigh happily, smiling at the older man. This is as close to a father as I've ever had and it feels good. I look over at King leaning back in his chair, watching us while he nurses a whiskey. I blink and glance away nervously, feeling a little insecure.

Might I luck out with new familyanda husband?

This time on the way home, I let him hold my hand and I sit in the middle seat pressed against him. King's holding it to his lips, nibbling on my fingers when he looks over at me. "I want you to go straight to the bedroom when we get back," he says quietly, looking out the window as the trees fly past.

"Yours, or mine?"

He turns his head to meet my eyes. "Whichever bed is comfortable enough for you to be on your back for the rest of the day."

My clit pulses. "Fine." I scrunch my nose.

Looking back out the window we hold hands, and we're quiet the rest of the way home. It's the only peace I'm allowed for the rest of the day.

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