Page 111 of Brutal King

Grabbing me by the back of the neck, he pulls me into a gentle kiss. “Say you missed me, Little Bird.”

“You know I did.”

“Say it.”

“I missed you, you horrid man.” I kiss him again, my hands all over him. Shoving his suit jacket aside, I add, “If you ever leave me again, I’ll murder you.”

Chuckling, he wraps his hands around my wrists. He brings them to his mouth and bites each one. “What should I do then? Bring you with me?”

“Or don’t go at all.” I practically tear his button-shirt off and wince when I see all the bruising on his chest. “Jesus.”

“I’ve had worse.”

“Have you?”

“No. But don’t stop.” He thrusts his hips up so that I can feel his rigid length on my ass.

I’m wet. It’s been two weeks since we’ve been together and my body is desperate for him. So, it takes everything I have to get off him. “We can’t. You’re injured.”

He snatches my hand before I can go far and tugs me to him so that I’m standing between his legs. “Then fuck me slowly.”

“Are you sure?”

“I need to be inside you.” He lifts my shirt over my swollen breasts and drags my bra down. “Have you touched yourself today?”

“No.” I giggle when he licks a nipple. “Are you going to punish me?”

“In a few days. Right now, I just want to taste you.” He licks me again, then he takes me fully into his mouth, suckling me the way he knows will make me squirm.

“God, yes.” I hold his head to me, digging my fingers into his thick hair.

He makes quick work of my jeans and panties, and pulls his pants off. I straddle him and press my pussy onto his cock. It slides between my folds and over my sensitive clit. Then, I position myself so that when I come down once more, he sinks into me.

We both sigh from the feeling of being joined like this. His arms come around me. At the same time, I wrap myself around him. Our mouths come together, not in a violent kiss as is our usual, but in something slow and tender.

I begin to move my hips, undulating them over him in the same rhythm as my kiss. We stay like that for a long while. Yet, it’s not long enough.

Even after he comes, he keeps me there, refusing to let me go. He stays inside me. It’s where he belongs and we both know it.

It’s only when his weariness overwhelms him and he shuts his eyes, that he finally releases me. I get off him and tug him down to the couch so that we’re lying next to each other.

“I can’t fall asleep,” he says, though I can tell he can’t fight it. “I have things to do.”

“Always plotting.” I run my fingertips lightly through his hair. “How did you escape Luca?”

His lids crack open. “He called Rowan. Made a deal with him.”

“What deal?”

“His entire territory if I don’t give you up by the end of the week.”

I feel as if all of my blood drains from me. “Oh, my God. What are you going to do?”

“I’m not going to let you go. But I can’t allow my brother to sacrifice what he’s worked so hard for, either.” He stares at me sleepily and smiles. His arm snakes around me and tugs me closer. “Damn vulnerabilities.”

“I could talk to Luca,” I offer.

“What would you say? That you want to stay with me?” His brows pinch together. “Doyou want to stay?”

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