Page 23 of Steal a King (Five Kings 2)

I stare at him with a blank expression and he laughs. “That I’m an asshole and you can’t wait to be rid of me.”

“Ok, you win.”

I laugh and he smiles. “That’s better.”

“What is?”

“Seeing you smile, it lights up your face.”

“Smooth criminal.”

“Is that what you think?”

“Aren’t you? I mean, you carry a gun, you live in a fortress and you have more money than the federal reserves—allegedly, so how does a man your age get to be where he is today and become part of some exclusive club that thinks kidnapping young girls is ok?”

Once again, I kick myself for going too far because his eyes change in an instant and the storm enters them.

Quickly, I backtrack, “I’m sorry, disregard my earlier comment.”

He relaxes a little and then, to my surprise, says abruptly, “You need to sleep. I have work to do, I’ll check on you in a while.”

“Um, ok.”

Feeling as if I’ve just dodged a bullet, I watch him leave and as the door closes, I start to breathe again. He’s leaving, I’m unharmed and …

Thumping the pillow in despair, I hate the fact I feel disappointed about that. Why do I want to push him, to see how far he’ll go? I should be happy, pleased to be off the hook and safe and secure in the knowledge he doesn’t really want me that badly. But I’m not, I want him to show me how dark light can be. How sinful it feels to explore outside the box. I want to fall into hell with him dragging me in after him because Lucas Emiliano is a paradox, a man of extremes and if this is the one time in life I get the chance to enjoy the ride, I’m in, one hundred percent.

* * *

Something feels strange.I wake up and the room is in darkness and I’m not alone. There appears to be a body wrapped around mine. I lie stiff and afraid as that leg holds me down and a strong arm is cupping my breast as the owner breathes against my neck. This t-shirt is a fucking disgrace because it has ridden high above my waist and a man’s dick is nestling between my butt and I blink rapidly in the hope I’m dreaming. What was in those pills? Surely, I would have woken when he came to bed because I’m under no illusion this is Lucas cradling me so close. Despite the horror of my situation, I’m actually feeling quite turned on right now and wonder if this is the moment I lose every last shred of my self-respect because if he makes one move in my direction, I can’t be trusted not to fold on impact.

My heart hammers inside me and I think it must wake him because he stirs and I tense as his cock stiffens against my butt and his hand squeezes my breast hard.

I feel mortified that I’m as wet as Niagara Falls down below because my body appears to crave this man more than food right now and I shiver a little as I wait for his move.

His rough stubble grazes against my neck and soft lips kiss the tingling skin softly and lazily. He makes no effort to move away from my body and if anything, he presses in deeper.

Deciding I must do something for my own sanity, I pull away quickly and in doing so, something falls on the floor and I note the water pooling on the carpet beside the bed.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, let me clean that up?”

Strong hands pull me back to his side and he murmurs, “I’m not finished with you yet.”

I stiffen in disbelief and his low chuckle rumbles against my skin.

“What are you doing?” I freeze as his hand starts caressing my thigh, and he groans, “Checking you for injuries.”

“It was a fucking glass of water you moron.”

I try to get away but it’s useless, and he laughs. “I love it when you fight back.”

“Ok, you’ve had your fun.” My voice is slow and deliberate as if I’m talking to a person with a very low IQ. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to pee and clean my teeth, I mean nobody likes morning breath, especially me.”

I squeal as he rolls on top of me and pins me down with his body and as he stares into my eyes, I see the amusement in his. “Relax, darlin’, I’m not about to do anything about it, I just like having someone to warm my bed for once, it’s different—for me, anyway.”

“I doubt that, I’m not that naïve.”

He grins “Well, it’s the truth. You have the honor of being the first woman to do so, so congratulations, your certificates in the post.”

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