Page 66 of The Bonds We Break
I allow my hands to slide to my breasts, where I push them together, then squeeze them tightly.
The pace I set is slower than what I know he needs.
It’s deliberate.
A steady tease to see how long he can hold on for.
I pinch my nipples, exploring my body as I ride him. The gasp I release is a surprise. This may be the first time that sex for me has not felt awkward.
Just as I’m finding my groove, King grabs me and tugs me to him. His hand grips the back of my neck, squeezing hard as his lips meet mine. His tongue invades my mouth as his fingertips dig into the flesh of my ass.
“Did I say tease me?” He grunts.
King takes control, driving up into me. It’s aggressive, and hot, and makes me want to climb deeper into him.
“This is how I want it, duchess. Be a good girl for me and take me like this.”
I follow his lead, his pace. I meet him stroke for stroke in an almost violent collision of bodies. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt.
There is no room left in my mind for thoughts other than the way he fills me.
Other than the way he owns me in this very moment.
“King,” I whisper, almost on a sob.
“Fuck,” he mumbles against my lips before thrusting his tongue into me too. I’m pinned to him. His hands hold me in place. His cock and his tongue claim me.
And I fuck him like he asked me to. Without worrying about what I look like or what he thinks of me.
“Yeah. Like that, duchess. Fuck.”
King moves me so I’m tucked in against his neck. I can’t see anything, but he smells of soap and the underlying scent of clean sweat. His hand palms the back of my head, holding me there.
I let out a sound, a cross between a sob and a gasp.
This is more than I’ve ever felt.
This is themoreI’ve read about.
Raw, unnerving emotion floods me. I can’t put words to it.
“Fuck,” King barks as his whole body tenses. He presses down hard on my ass to hold me where he wants me. I feel the throb of his release as I ache for more.
More of him.
More of this.
With the man who kidnapped me to hurt my brother.
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KING
“Prez,” Halo says as soon as I step in the clubhouse.
I shake the rain off my jacket. It’s heavy outside, water sluicing along the gutters to deal with the runoff. “What’s up?” I turn to the bar, needing a cup of Joe to shake the mood I’m in. “Coffee.”
“Is the girl alright?” Halo asks. I can hear the concern in his voice, and it pisses me off.
