Page 26 of Royally Lucky

“Strangely enough, I feel like I could be myself with you. You could make me want anything, and I could be anything when I’m with you and not...not feel like a dirty little slut,” she admitted.

He gripped her chin. “Oh, you can be my dirty little slut, but at the same time, be my good girl. They’ll be one and the same, Passerotta. You only need to ask me for what you need.”

“What if I don’t know—” she trailed off, unable to form the correct words or feelings to convey her meaning.

He didn’t immediately reply as he held her face without letting her look away. “Again, you only need to trust me to know what you need. If I ask you to climb on my face and ride it until you come, will you do it?”

His words were so graphic she could see herself straddling him and doing as he asked. She nodded.

“And what if we were at a restaurant, in a secluded corner, and I wanted to fuck you with my fingers right there under the table. Would you let me?” His voice came out in a deep rumble, sending shivers of need down her spine.

Again, she nodded as best she could, with him holding her chin.

“Then trust I’ll always put your needs first. They say a way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, but that’s absolute bullshit. A way to a man’s heart is through his cock. And baby, you’ve already won my heart.” He closed the distance between their lips, smashing his mouth against hers in a fiery kiss.

When he pulled back, they were both breathing hard. “The next time I fuck your mouth, you’ll swallow me down, and then you’ll ride my face until you’re hoarse from screaming my name,” he promised.

“You say the filthiest things. They shouldn’t make a woman like me, who is supposed to be all liberated, melt like a snowman in the California sun.”

“That’s because you know the pleasure that awaits you beneath me, above me, in front, or whatever way I take you. Come on, it’s time for bed, or you’ll be so fucking tired and sore you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.” He lifted her into his arms.

Chapter Twelve

Kendrick tapped his finger on the table as he listened to Andre give him a rundown.

“There’s a connection between Sutton’s abduction and the Dragna Family. They own a casino in Los Angeles, Boss, but the most concerning thing I’ve found is their ties to the Rizzos.”

“You think this has something to do with Taysey? That bitch left me at the altar for another man, not the other way around,” he growled.

Andre held up his hands. “Hey, don’t shoot the messenger. The Dragnas and Rizzos are blood-related by sisters who married brothers. They’re all about keeping the bloodlines pure and shit. Since Taysey is a widow, thanks to your brother and us. I think you know where this is going.”

“I think it’s safe to assume my brother and his wife are in danger as well. We need to send a couple of men to watch their backs while they are on their honeymoon.” Jeter and Vittoria left right after the celebration at the clubhouse. They’d missed Sutton’s abduction. No way in hell would he allow anything to happen to his little brother if he could prevent it.

“I figured you’d order that. There’s a plane ready at the private strip outside of Chicago. You give me the names of who you want to send.” Andre shifted his cell phone toward Kendrick, showing him a list of those who were available, with lines through all except the ones he considered most capable.

“You’re the best second I could have, no scratch that, the best anyone could ask for.” Kendrick selected who he wanted to be on his brother’s security. “I want to check on Sutton. See what youcan find out about the Dragnas and locate Taysey. If she’s here in California with those fuckers we’ll know—” Kendrick didn’t need to finish his sentence.

The bitch was a whore who’d played him until he’d agreed to marry her, then decided to choose love or some shit over marrying him. He hadn’t been heartbroken. Hell, the sex they’d shared was mediocre at best. Most of the time, she didn’t want foreplay. Her idea of wifely duties included fucking him anywhere, anytime he asked while pretending to enjoy it and giving him an heir or two. She'd be happy as long as he supplied her with his last name and enough money to fund her lifestyle. Oh, he’d known she’d faked a lot of her orgasms. It didn’t bother him. He could get other women as she’d told him to...cater to his other needs.

“I never liked her,” Andre grumbled.

Kendrick stopped with his back to his friend. A deep sigh filled the air as he blew out a breath. “I didn’t either,” he admitted.

“That one in there,” Andre said, nudging his chin toward the back hall where the bedrooms were. “She’s good people, but do you think she’ll want to return to Chicago and be part of your world?”

He’d asked himself the same thing several times over the last twelve hours. “Let’s just take things as they go. Keep me updated on Jeter and Vittoria and if there’s movement on the Dragna front. I’m going to request a meeting with King since this could bring heat to his club.”

He entered the primary suite on silent feet. His gaze fell onto Sutton James’ sleeping form like a man starved. She made him feel like a damn teenager, unable to get his dick under control. Hell, watching her sleep and knowing what lay under the thin sheet had his dick hard. The stupid bastard between his legsseemed ready to fuck her as if he hadn’t already done so hours ago.

She shifted onto her side, allowing her long leg to slip from under the grey silk covering. His mouth watered with the need to lick every inch from her pink-painted toenails to the even prettier pink center at the junction of her thighs.

Knowing he could do anything to her, and she’d come alive under him, made him feel ten feet tall. He had to lock his legs and clench his fist to keep from moving forward. How long he stood there staring, he didn’t know.

SUTTON ROLLED ONTOher back, shivering as cool air brushed over her naked form. The feel of being watched had her breath hitching in her throat. Slowly, she lifted her lashes enough to look around the room. The image of Kendrick standing near the door with his fists clenched and jaw locked as if he were angry had her sitting up.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

His gaze moved to her breasts, making her acutely aware she’d gone to bed naked. At the same time, he stood there looking like a GQ model dressed in a pair of slacks and a button-down shirt, with his hair looking as if he’d run his hands through it. Yet even that didn’t diminish his sex appeal.

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