Page 53 of Fierce King (L.A. Ruthless 1)

But this was necessary. I couldn’t allow her to go on thinking that there was anything more to our relationship than just sex.

She parted her thighs and I kept her shielded from view as I slipped a second finger inside her. I watched as she bit down on her lip as her walls clenched around me, demanding more.

‘You’re dripping wet already, Alana. You’re going to enjoy this,’ I growled. ‘I’m going to make you come for me, princess, even if you’re determined not to.’

She groaned as she tipped her head back and her legs parted even further for me. I worked my fingers in and out of her soaking wet channel and she moaned in pleasure.

My cock throbbed painfully, desperate to get inside her too. It was fucking weeping for her and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it.

Fuck! This woman did things to me that I couldn’t control and I didn’t know how to deal with it.

For a moment, I thought about how easy it would be to pull her to straddle me, take out my cock and have her ride me right here in the privacy of our booth. Suddenly, that image was the only thing I could think about. And because I had spent so much time inside her these past few weeks, I knew exactly how it would feel to have her squeezing my length the way she was squeezing my fingers right now.

Despite how much I wanted that, I knew it was too much of a gamble. I was already taking a risk doing this in the middle of my nightclub. We were in a discreet booth and my men would shield us from prying eyes but there was always the chance that a paparazzi with a long lens had somehow sneaked in here.

But, despite the risks, I couldn’t stop myself.

I finger fucked her right there in the booth and while I felt like a bastard for doing it, I felt like a king too. Alana was mine and she would do whatever the fuck I told her to do when I told her to do it.

She leaned her head against my shoulder as her orgasm threatened and I heard her whimper against me.

I should have kissed her. I should have stroked her hair with my other hand, but I didn’t.

I rubbed my thumb over her clit and brought her to a shuddering orgasm. Then, I pulled my fingers out of her and sucked her sweet cream from them. ‘Your coño is so fucking good, princesa, you’re lucky I don’t spread you open on this table and eat you out right here.’

She lifted her head and looked up at me, her cheeks flushed pink and her eyes wide.

‘I told you, you’d enjoy it,’ I said with a grin.

She glared at me, and then she straightened her skirt and stood up. ‘I’m going to dance.’

I stood too.

‘Alone,’ she snapped.

I scowled at her. The thought of her walking into that mass of bodies in that tiny skirt, no panties and with her cream dripping out of her made me feel like an animal. The prospect of anyone even being near to her right now made me feel a rage inside me like I’d never felt before.

I didn’t recognize the feeling and I didn’t like it.

‘You go down there with me, or you have a team of bodyguards around you instead. It’s your call, princess,’ I warned her.

She frowned at me. ‘Fine,’ she said and then she stalked off to the dance floor with me on her heels.

What the fuck was happening? I didn’t chase women!

She wormed her way through the throng of people until she found a spot she seemed happy with. I tried not to react when other bodies touched hers - I told myself it was inevitable on the crowded dance floor .

As soon as she started to dance, the music changed to something with a slow, heavy bass and her body moved in perfect rhythm to it.

I didn’t dance much as a rule. Fuck, I never danced, but there was something about watching her that was hypnotizing. I suspected she wouldn’t want my hands on her after what had just happened, but this wasn’t the kind of song you danced to alone, and I’d be fucked if I would let anyone else anywhere near her.

I slid my hands onto her hips and she looked up into my eyes as she moved against me.

I might have just put on an epic power display up in the privacy of our booth, but there was no doubting that she had it all now.

I slipped my hands onto her ass as her hips grinded against mine. She lifted her arms into the air as she danced, and I moved one of my hands from her ass to caress her throat with my fingertips. My fingers still smelled of her sweet cream and now she had the scent on her neck too. I buried my face there as our bodies moved in time to the music.

My cock strained uncomfortably in my trousers and I growled against her as I pulled her closer to me, dragging her body across my rock hard erection.

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