Page 34 of Devilish King (Valentino Empire 1)

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Holly. All I’m doing is enjoying my breakfast.”

“Argh, well, your breakfast isn’t a bloody all-day buffet, so hurry up and make me come already.”

“Fuck, Holly, I love it when you’re feisty. But you should know I’m in charge here—always.However, since you asked so nicely, I’ll concede.”

I dive back in; my teeth graze her clit as I pump two fingers into her. Her walls clamp down around my fingers, sucking them into her pussy and keeping them hostage. I continue to lick as she rides out her first orgasm of the morning. I sayfirstbecause I sure as shit plan on making her come at least another two times before we get out of this bed.

Once she’s come down and her body goes limp, I climb back over and line up my cock with her opening. “I fucking love your pussy, Holly. I love eating it, I love fingering it, and I fucking love fucking it,” I tell her right before slamming in. I groan, both in pleasure and pain.Fuck, my body is in worse shape than I thought.Every thrust fucking hurts, but the pleasure of being inside her is too much to stop. I roll over and pull her on top. “I need you to take charge, dolcezza,” I groan.

“Are you okay? We should stop. Shit, T, I’m sorry. I didn’t think about your injuries. I’m so sorry. Should I get you something for the pain?”

“What you should do is bounce your pussy up and down on my cock, Holly. I’m fine, never felt better.” I place my hands on her hips and start moving her body along my shaft. Her pussy convulses, tightening and sucking me in as deep as it can. “God, you feel so good.”

“Just so you know: having you inside me, I’ve never felt more alive, more connected or more everything. Being with you is just everything, Theo.” Her head rolls backwards as her walls clamp tight, and her body goes rigid as she comes.

“Fuck, fuck!” My release follows right along with hers, my cock emptying itself into her tight pussy. Five minutes later, once I’ve caught my breath, I realize why that time was different. Why she felt better than ever… “Fuck, Holly, I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”

“What are you talking about?” She turns towards me.

“I didn’t use a condom,” I confess.

“Wedidn’t use a condom, T. You weren’t doing that alone. Don’t worry about it. I’m clean. And I’m also on the pill.”

“I wasn’t worried about you not being clean, Holly. And, really, if I think about it, the idea of knocking you up… of having you barefoot and pregnant in my kitchen is quite appealing.”

“I’m glad you think so. Because when I have kids, I want heaps of them.”

“Whenwehave kids. You won’t be having them with anyone who isn’t me.”

“Mmm, we’ll see. You do have an engagement dinner tonight with another womanwho isn’t me.”

“Argh, don’t remind me.”

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The last thing I want to be doing right now is playing happy-fucking-families with my dutiful fake fiancée. Lana’s been acting strange all night. I know she wants this marriage to happen about as much as I do, which is not at fucking all.

She’s nervous about something else though. She’s usually good at hiding her thoughts and feelings—not someone to play poker with, that’s for sure. But tonight, I can see her hands shake as she picks up her wine glass. It’s subtle; most wouldn’t notice.

“I’m so excited. This wedding can’t come soon enough. I’ve been waiting too long for those grandbabies to get here.” My mother sighs.

And my immediate thoughts go to Holly, and the fact that I fucked up this morning by not using protection. It’s not something I’ve ever done.DidI fuck up though? The idea of her pregnant is appealing in more ways than one. But her being pregnant with me, out of wedlock, is not a good look for my family. It’d also put a huge fucking target on her back. That’s the last thing I want for Holly. I’ll do anything to protect her.

“Honey, you really outdid yourself tonight. This is delicious,” Lana’s mother says from across the table.

Lana looks pale; she’s got little sweat beads on her eyebrows. “Thank you, Mom. I wanted it to be special.” She reaches out and grabs hold of my hand.

I’m taken aback, because we’ve never shared such an intimate gesture. Her palm’s cold, and her hand is still shaking. “What’s wrong? Are you sick?” I whisper in her ear.

She gives a slight shake of her head, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes. “I’m sorry,” she says.

I don’t have time to figure out why she’s apologizing before the chaos ensues. My mother screams, Lana’s mother squeals, and the combined noise rings through my ears. I look across to my mother, who is holding my father’s head in her hands.

She’s inconsolable. “Theo, help! He’s choking.” I jump up and go to my father. He’s now foaming at the mouth.

“Someone, help!” Lana’s mother yells as she tries to attend to her own husband, who’s in equal distress.What the fuck?

I look across to Neo; he nods. “Shut the fucking house down. No one leaves,” I order above the commotion. My father’s body slumps as I watch the life literally drain out of him. I lift my mother into my arms and escort her from the room. On my way, it clicks:Lana. She did this.“Fuck!” She hasn’t moved from her spot at the table; she’s staring at her father’s lifeless body. “Mom, I’m sorry. I will find out who did this. I will fucking destroy whoever did this,” I promise, knowing full well I could do no such thing. I may not be in love with the girl, but she’s one of my best friends. I could never hurt her.

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