Page 44 of Steal a King (Five Kings 2)

Ella

Lucas has devastated me. Just the fact he’s opened up and told me something so overwhelming from his past makes me feel trusted, special even, and yet I still don’t understand. Why would he turn his back on happiness when his own parents made it through—together? Their accident was just that, an accident. They had a life—a good one.

I turn to face him and to his surprise, kiss him lightly on the lips. Then I pull away and say softly, “They would want you to be happy.”

“I know.”

He looks resigned to the situation and there’s a sadness in his eyes that will probably haunt me forever as he shrugs, “It has to be this way.”

I’m not sure I agree with him, but I know whatever I say won’t change his mind, so I smile sadly. “Then we had better make the most of the time we do have.”

He looks surprised and I smile. “Thank you for telling me, Lucas, but it changes nothing, on my part, anyway. I’m willing to give this—us a chance, but it needs you to want the same. If your decision is to walk away, I’m not going to beg but just know I think we have something worth trying for. It’s not the money or the empire that surrounds you, it’s you, Lucas. The man who infuriates me and makes me want to smash something—preferably over his head. The man who challenges me and makes me question my own sanity most of the time, but the man I am falling for so hard, the impact will probably break me. I am not in control of my mind right now and in no position to make any decisions. I’m just riding the wave and not keen to go under just yet. So, what do you say, shall we have some fun and make some memories to replace the sad ones we live with because I’m up for that—are you?”

He looks surprised, and yet there’s relief in his eyes that warms my heart. I’ve made him relax; I can see that immediately.

He nods and I see a little of his cockiness return. “Are you sure you can cope with me?”

“Not really, but I’m kind of willing to give it a try. I may have to push back a little though, I do have self-preservation issues I’m trying to develop where it concerns you.”

He laughs against my lips and then he kisses me so hard, it sends a message straight to the whore in me and as he pushes my top from my shoulders, I squirm with desire on his lap, feeling his rock-hard cock pressing against my pussy through the fabric of our clothes. I help him off with his own shirt and then with a low growl, he pushes me back on the table and removes my skirt. He kisses my body reaching my thighs and eases my legs apart, exposing me to him in the most depraved of ways. He licks a trail from back to front and then his tongue dips inside as he sucks my clit, causing me to cry out. Laughing, he pulls back and replaces his tongue with his fingers and moves up to kiss my lips so I taste my own arousal on his tongue.

“Do you want me inside you, Ella?”

“Hell, yeah.” I laugh softly and he grins wickedly and grabs a condom from his pocket and makes short work of sheathing his cock. Then he plunges in hard and my back scrapes against the polished wood. As I lie with my back on the table, I gaze up at an image of perfection as he pounds inside me, hard and unrelenting.

He stares at me the whole time like a warrior, a conqueror, an alpha male, and as I feel him hard and unforgiving inside me, I feel the pressure build as my body screams its acceptance of being dominated by him. He is hard, relentless and as if he’s a caveman claiming his mate and I love every minute of it. I cry out, not even caring if the whole resort can hear us. I’m like a wild animal myself as I bite my lip and groan with desire.

One last thrust has me falling, wildly, deeply and as if I’m about to hit the ground and never be the same again. I will be broken and saved in the same soul shattering fall and whatever happens next is worth this moment. It will always be worth this moment because even if we never do this again, it will be worth every delicious second of it. How can I regret feeling something so amazing, it’s doubtful I ever will again? This is the reason I was born—he is the reason I was born, and if we never see each other again, my life is complete.

* * *

The walkof shame is an interesting one as we leave the boardroom and head to the elevator. Maybe it’s my imagination, or my guilty conscience, but it feels as if everyone knows what just went on in there. I wish I could hide my face away from the smirks on the faces of the people who work busily away in their cubicles, and I hate the fact that Lucas obviously thinks nothing of it as he strides ahead. Then again, I get an uncomfortable feeling when I realize that probably wasn’t the first time he did that, and it makes me feel worthless, as if I’m just another one of those ‘faceless whores’ he fucks and carries on with his day.

I know I’m being irrational; he has never given me cause to think that, but part of me feels it because he isn’t promising me a happily ever after, just the door when Ryder King opens it.

We head to his private elevator and as soon as we’re inside, he takes my hand and squeezes it. “Stop thinking.”

“You can’t tell me what to do with my own thoughts now.”

He laughs and rolls his eyes. “I know what you’re thinking and you’re wrong. You mean something to me, Ella, and I’m guessing I mean a lot to you too.”

“You’re a bit presumptuous, what if I’m just using you for sex?”

He laughs and presses my hand to his already rigid cock. “Then color me happy, darlin’ because I kind of love the idea of being a fuck toy, play with me as much as you wish.”

I can’t help but grin like the village idiot and as the elevator stops, I note with surprise we’re back in his apartment and not his office.

“Dinner time.” He winks and I realize that food was furthest from my mind and now my stomach growls in approval of this latest turn of events.

We head inside his luxurious penthouse and are greeted by Tom who nods to Lucas and when he’s not looking, winks at me.

“Dinner is served, sir.”

Lucas nods. “Thanks, Tom, no need to hang around, I’ll call you when we’re done.”

Tom nods respectfully, and I don’t miss the slight smile on his face. After Dixie’s words earlier it feels good knowing they are rooting for me and I smile, but there’s sadness behind it when I realize this is just temporary. Lucas looked so determined about that, and it would take a miracle for him to change his mind.

Pushing away the thought of what that will mean for me, I follow him to the dining room and love the fact Tom has opened the bi-fold doors onto the terrace for us to watch the sun setting in Vegas against a backdrop of candles that burn on every surface. Lucas laughs softly. “Tom is a hopeless romantic, no prizes for guessing what’s on his mind.”

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