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Just to be a normal couple with normal problems.
But as long as I was a Kavanaugh and she was a Korolova, there would be nothing normal between us.
Only danger and death.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT: MILA
As we headed back to my apartment, I could feel the turmoil churning within Kellan. His posture remained tense while his jaw clenched. Since I knew I was partly to blame for his stress, I wanted to do something to relieve him.
Raising my head off his shoulder, I stared up at him. “You need to relax.”
“Impossible at the moment.”
“Maybe you need to get your mind off things.”
When he furrowed his brows in confusion, I cupped his cock over his pants. “I bet shooting your load down my throat would relax you.”
“Jaysus, Mila,” Since he wasn’t in the sex zone, my dirty talk sent a red flush over Kellan’s cheeks.
As his cock came to life under my fingers, I asked, “Do you want inside my wet, warm mouth?”
A shudder went through him. “I do.”
After unbuttoning and opening his pants, I pulled his cock out of his briefs. With a groan, Kellan thrust his hips up. To my surprise, his hand went to the controls on the door. A partition came up between us and the driver.
“Why the hell didn’t you do that when you were finger banging me?”
A dark chuckle rumbled through his lips. “Because I liked the idea of him hearing me give you pleasure.”
“And what if I wanted him to hearmegivingyoupleasure?”
“Not happening.”
“Excuse me?”
“Even though he’s one of the Neretti's men, I couldn’t appear weak before him. And nothing brings a man to his knees like a woman with his cock in her mouth.”
“Is that right?”
“Yes, it is.”
“Then I guess it’s time to bring you to your knees.”
“Yes, please.”
Giving him a wicked grin, I dipped my head into his lap. After flicking my tongue out, I swirled it around the head of Kellan’s dick. At his sharp intake of breath, I began planting kisses down his shaft and then onto his balls.
When I glanced up at him again, Kellan’s jaw clenched. “Please, Mila,” he begged.
To put him out of his misery, I slid him slowly into my mouth. I didn’t stop until he finally bumped against the back of my throat–the metal from his piercing scratching against my mouth. As a low groan escaped Kellan’s lips, I pushed his cock back out before starting to glide him in and out of my mouth.
When I gripped Kellan’s cock harder, he threw his head back. “Oh fuck, Mila.”
My free hand went to caress his balls, alternating between gently squeezing them and rolling them between my fingers. Over and over, I bobbed up and down on him, alternating between increasing and decreasing the pressure.
When I lightly scraped my teeth up his shaft, Kellan bucked his hips up. “Fuck, I’m going to come.”
Staring up at him, I hummed my approval around his dick.
