Page 19 of King of Violence

“Getting under my skin,” he says pointedly.

I smile as I reach into my pocket. The baggie is small, barely visible in my hand. “You ever done this before?”

Felix’s gaze drops to the cocaine, his lips pressing into a thin line. “No,” he says firmly.

I hold up a hand. “Relax. I wasn’t offering.” I pause, tilting my head. “Unless you want to?”

Felix shakes his head. “Not my thing.”

“Fair enough.” I set the bag on the railing and lean closer to him. “But I’m guessing you’re not gonna stop me.”

He doesn’t answer, his jaw tightening just slightly.

“Thought so,” I say, stepping back and sinking onto one of the balcony couches. I gesture for Felix to join me, patting the spot beside me. “Come on. I need a little help.”

“What? Need me to resuscitate you?” he says bluntly.

But I notice he unbuttons the top of his collar in a quick motion.

“Come here and find out.”

Felix hesitates, but eventually he sits next to me.

I grin as I hold up the baggie. “You’re gonna be my surface.”

Felix raises an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “Your surface?”

“Right here,” I say, poking his thigh. “Think you can handle that?”

For a second, I think he’s going to say no. But then he scoffs, leaning back and spreading his legs slightly. “You’re ridiculous,” he mutters, but there’s a flicker of something in his eyes that makes my pulse quicken.

I open the baggie and pour a small line onto his thigh, the powder stark against his jeans. I scrape my credit card against the fabric, lining it up and kneeling before him.

His legs spread a little farther to help me fit better between them.

“Still think I’m ridiculous?” I ask, my voice dropping lower.

Felix’s gaze flickers to the line, then back to my face. He doesn’t say anything, but his lips part slightly, and I can see the conflict in his eyes. He wants to look away, but he doesn’t.

“Relax,” I murmur, leaning in just enough for my chest to bump his crotch. “It’s just a little fun.”

Felix’s jaw clenches, but he doesn’t move. I pull out a twenty and roll it up. I lean down, the powder disappearing in one quick motion. The burn is immediate, sharp, and electric, and when I look up, Felix is still watching me, his expression unreadable.

For a moment, the world feels suspended, the city lights below us blurring into a haze. Then Felix leans back, his shoulders stiff, and the moment shatters.

“You done?” he asks, his voice tight.

“Yeah. Unless you have another body part you’d like to offer,” I say, my lips curving into a smirk. I can see the outline of his dick pressing against his jeans. He fucking wants me, and we both know it.

He shifts uncomfortably, a tinge of red coloring his cheeks. Felix can’t hide what he’s thinking. The way he’s looking at me—like he’s trying so hard not to lose control—sends a thrill through me that no drug could ever match.

His legs tense beneath me, and I catch the subtle shift in his posture as he tries to reclaim the distance I’ve so boldly closed. But I don’t move. Instead, I let the silence stretch between us, charged and heavy, while I lean back casually, as though his reaction doesn’t send a rush of power straight to my core.

“Another body part?” Felix echoes, his voice low and strained, like he’s barely holding back. His eyes dart to my lips for a fraction of a second before snapping back up to meet my gaze, and it’s all the confirmation I need.

“You tell me, counselor.” I drag my hand lazily up his thigh, as though daring him to stop me. “Got anything better in mind?”

His throat bobs as he swallows hard, the tension radiating off him like heat. I can see the cracks forming in his armor, the way his resolve is fraying at the edges.

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