Page 41 of Break a King (Five Kings 3)

Hunter

Idetested every minute Lexi was away from me. I almost considered following her to the restroom, but hated myself for even thinking about being so needy. I don’t follow women like a kid after his first kiss. I fuck women and leave. I certainly don’t like them. She’s different though, and I was annoyed at how anxious I felt when she disappeared from view.

As soon as she appeared, I was on her like a rash. I can’t stop myself and these people need to know that she is everything to me. I am never giving up on making her mine and I always get what I want.

Fuck her mission. That’s just the reason that introduced her to me in the first place. Lexi Mackenzie is my woman and is the only one I have ever thought of in that way.

She is almost running to keep up with me and I feel a little bad about that. But time is of the essence and we have no more to waste on doing things out of duty, not desire. Until she is my wife, I will not be content and will pursue her like a predator with the scent of blood in his nostrils. I will not rest until she feels the same, and tonight is the start of my quest.

“Hunter, what’s so urgent?”

“The need to fuck you.”

“Oh.” She giggles a little at the horrified looks of a couple who are passing nearby. I couldn’t give a fuck what they think. I have only one thing on my mind and it’s holding my hand so tightly it makes me feel proud to be seen with her.

Luckily, Dobson is waiting and I waste no time in pulling her into my arms the moment the car door slams. As I grind my lips to hers in a frenzied attack, she matches me in every way. Like a kid on prom, I push her down in the seat and run my hand up her legs, pausing only as I shift my position to feel more of her. Gone is the emotionless, self-assured asshole and in its place is a caveman of the most depraved kind.

I love how she feels against me and could taste her all night long but tonight I’m glad of the short journey because what I have planned for the quivering woman in my arms is nothing short of dirty.

Before the car even stops fully, I’m dragging her from it and say over my shoulder, “That will be all, Dobson.”

I give Lexi no time to catch her breath as I fling her against the walls of the elevator and before the doors are even closed, I’m ripping off her dress with a haste I can’t explain.

She just moans as she tears at my clothing and my jacket is soon ripped from my shoulders and my shirt soon follows. We are desperate to feel nothing but skin and before the elevator reaches its destination, we are both buck naked.

Stepping over the discarded clothes, we fall into my apartment at a break neck speed and don’t even make it pass the hallway before I have her up against the wall and thrust inside with an urgency that surprises me. It’s as if my sole aim in life is to be balls deep inside her, and this is just the beginning of what I have planned for her tonight.

She claws my back as I thrust violently inside, marking, claiming, plunging and owning this beautiful creature. Nothing else matters than my carnal lust for this woman, and she is definitely not complaining. Knowing Lexi, if she didn’t want something, I would be out cold by now and my heart surges with even more lust for this woman because it shows how much she wants this—wants me.

Her back scrapes against the wall and she groans even louder, “Fuck, that feels so good.”

Lifting one of her legs against my waist, I plunge in harder and love how she clenches against my cock. It’s just not enough, it will never be enough and as I bite her neck, she cries out in exquisite pain. Her nails claw my back and I feel the scraping of flesh which sends me even wilder, if that’s possible.

The steady rhythm of intense copulation is music to my ears because just feeling myself inside Lexi is the best place in the world to be. Her agonized scream of ecstasy is a mixture of release and disappointment that she has reached it already, but it’s one of many I intend hearing tonight. Feeling my own release building like a devastating storm, I roar louder than I ever have before as I empty my seed inside her and love knowing I have now marked her inside and out.

She trembles against me and I catch my breath but that is the only time I give us before I pull out and sweep her into my arms and growl, “Now for the main course.”

Her eyes widen and she looks at me in shock as I say roughly, “It will never be enough.”

As I kiss the top of her head, she sighs and presses her face against my chest and whispers, “Whatever’s got into you, I kind of love it.”

“That’s good to hear, baby, because I intend on getting into you on a daily basis from now on.”

She giggles, which I have decided is my favorite sound in the world and as I carry her to the bedroom, I lay her on the silken sheets as if she’s the most precious treasure. Just seeing her there makes my breath hitch because she is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.

This time I take things slowly. The fact I can taste my own orgasm between her thighs makes me feel even more protective. She’s mine, my woman, and I briefly wonder when I became such a needy bastard. It’s suddenly the most important thing in the world to claim her, and that shocks me more than the shit that is happening in my life right now.

This time I love the small gentle moans of pleasure she makes as I worship her body. The soft touches I give her are in direct contrast to the ones earlier. This time I make love to my woman because I’m in no doubt she is and as for love, this must be what this is because the thought of her leaving is too painful to comprehend.

This time as I thrust inside, I do so gently, with a lack of urgency making me prolong my time inside her. I want to make this count, to show her how much she means to me, so she understands what that means because if there is anyone in her past that lingers in her heart, I want to force them out and replace them only with me.

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By the timewe lie entwined in the sheets, I’m in no doubt Lexi knows how much she means to me. The trouble is, I’m a needy bastard and can’t possibly think about sleeping all the time something is on my mind, so I turn and trace the soft contours of her face and say huskily, “Tell me about your childhood.”

I almost regret asking because pain fills her beautiful eyes and I see she’s undecided, so I gently kiss her and say softly, “I want to know every sordid detail of it because there is not one part of you I want a secret from me. You see, Lexi, this isn’t a temporary thing for me and I’m struggling to think up ways to persuade you to stay when all of this is over.”

Her eyes widen and she looks at me in disbelief. “You want me to stay.”

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