Page 23 of Paper Thin Love

Dash chuckles.“You want me to stop?” He whispers, his tone’s deep and husky. He lowers his mouth to my chest, all while keeping my eyes in a chokehold with his.“Is that what you want?” He taunts me as he parts his lips and then closes them around my nipple.

“Dash!” I shout, a pleasure-filled gasp, pushing up on my toes in shock, all while arching my back more into his mouth.

“Mmm,” He swirls his tongue over my shirt, encircling my throbbing nipple like a planet trapped by a dying sun, it’s pulled to spin closer and closer until it collides and is devoured, utterly annihilated. I find my body swaying nearer and nearer until no air can pass between us.

What the serious hell is happening right now?

My eyes widen as they dart around the office, but then he bites down, and my thighs squeeze shut, wishing he was between them.

“I’ll stop when you learn how to tell the truth,” He replies, releasing my breast only to claim my mouth again. He shoves his hips against mine, grinding his hardness between my core.

Does kissing stop your neurons from firing, or does it make them over-process? I can’t tell if I’ve stopped thinking or if I’m thinking so much that I can’t process anything.

Am I still breathing, or is Dash breathing oxygen into my lungs?

He pulls away suddenly, leaving me gasping and tipping forward onto my toes, wanting more. Hiseyes,intense and expecting,meet mine.“You will help me, and, in return, I’ll help you.”He nodsslowlyas if sealing a pact.

“Fuck,” I pause to catch my breath,“you,” I pant as I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. I feel like a fool. Why did I kiss him back?

I glance down at my shirt, my nipples poking through, and the imprint of his mouth has dampened the material.

He snickers, a dark, unsettling sound.“You need help. It’s clear. I can help you.” He runs his knuckles over my blushing cheek before he drops his hand. I hastily wipe it away as if his touch burns.

“What makes you think I need your help?” I snap, my back still pressed against the cold metal of the cabinet.

“Because I know a trapped and dying creature when I see one.” His voice is soft, almost compassionate, but it chills me to the bone.“Just because you are a predator doesn’t mean you can’t be killed, Mila. Consider me the hunter. I can either release you or kill you,” He warns with a charming smirk.

I freeze; his words cut deeper than they should.

“I can help free you from your life. I can help you do anything you want to do. I’m offering you a favor. A favor from a King. You’d be a fool not to take it.”

I certainly would.

He’s cornered me. If I turn him down, I just made a King my enemy. If I accept, I have to help him.

My heart slows as if I’ve been plunged and sunken into deep, frozen depths. He’s right. A favor from a King is not just a ticket to freedom but to anything I want.

“I’m not a whore, so define help?” I challenge, meeting his gaze steadily.

“I wouldn’t have kissed you if you were. I’m in a situation with my leg. I need help. Discreet help. I need eyes and ears.”

“And lips?” I sneer.

He snorts, amused,“You enjoyed it, and something tells me you haven't felt joy in a very long time.”

How does he know that?

“I enjoyed it too.” He adds. One statement makes my heart feel like it’s glowing. He shouldn’t be able to hold such a power over me.

“We help each other. That’s all I’m asking, and if there are benefits to that help, then so be it. You can suffer alone or suffer along with me,” he looks around the office,“Either way, we are going to suffer here. There is no escaping that.”

That… sounds doable. I nod slowly.

“You tell anyone or try to set me up, and I won’t just end you; I will destroy your entire family.” He adds so sweetly that you think he was offering me a gift with purchase.

“I know,” I acknowledge, my voice steadier than I feel.“You’ll help me, offer me anything?”

“Anything within reason.” His stance relaxes slightly, but his eyes never leave mine.

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