Page 108 of King of My Heart

“You need release.” He doesn’t need to ask. I swallow his statement as soon as it crosses his lips, my head falling forward in capitulation.

His hand comes into my hair, grabbing strands between his fingers in a loving gesture.

This is what I wanted, wasn’t it? To put myself in between Lik and Sam. To destroy their love so I could get an obligatory vengeance on the man who broke my heart. Who betrayed me.

Then why do I feel like I’m in way over my head? I’m getting more than I bargained for in a dangerous game I’m not sure I can win anymore.

It was one thing to destroy my pride for the sake of revenge.

But now that my defenses have fallen, like the first line of shields in a Spartan battle, my heart is starting to take the next hit. Spears and arrows are coming at me, and I have nothing to protect my beating organ as a new king makes its way across the battlefield to conquer me.

My head comes back up, waiting for the game maker to move his piece.

I sense what Lik is about to do from the sheer shift in his eyes. From the connection he forces on us. There’s something we’re sharing tonight other than the sexual tension and an attraction purer than uncut cocaine.

The need to hurt Sam.

Nearly two years ago, his boyfriend kissed me. What better way to deal with the burning jealousy of knowing I took that kiss willingly than by going a step further?

I see it in his eyes that he’s thrown away the hesitation that was still holding him back when he sucked a hickey out of my skin. The restraints are gone now that the beautiful goddess is panting with need at his feet, hands behind her back, speech stuck in her throat, and silently begging for a release only he can provide.

So when he places his black leather shoe right in between my legs—putting pressure onto the insufferable ache—I feel like I’m the one who spelled it out for him.

His grip tightens around my hair, keeping my eyes on him, and his voice is pure sin when he tells me, “Get your release, princess.”

My hips move of their own accord. I attempt to soothe the ache burning in my pussy, the same one that made me forget why I was here in the first place. I start with small, practically imperceptible movements, the fear of someone seeing what I’m doing just too embarrassing still.

But, like rubbing two rocks together, it creates a spark, and the need for friction makes me accelerate until that spark turns into a full-blown fire. I lose myself, rubbing my burning clit onto the leather. The lace of my thong feels thicker by the minute, a barrier between me and the release Lik so gratefully allows me to get out of him.

The leather becomes slick from my wetness while I rub myself shamelessly. A frustrated groan escapes me. Lik’s gaze alone sends thrills of pleasure down my spine. I whimper when I slip slightly and drops of electrifying pleasure get lost into emptiness. I need more, want more. My whines and pleading eyes make him harden his stare.

“You take what you’re given. Make yourself come like a good slut, or don’t come at all.”

He’s holding my hair with the same hand that holds my leash. I feel the cold golden chain against my scorching cheek. It knocks over and over again while I rock back and forth. I can almost hear thehissescaping from the difference in temperatures.

My attempts at filling my lungs with oxygen keep being broken by ragged breaths of pleasure. A ball builds up from my clit to my lower belly and zapping hopes of release shoot to my toes. I push myself harder against his shoe, now feeling the roughness of the laces against my clit. I rub with more power, panting with need and hope. My eyes drop to a half-lidded dreamful stare into Lik’s black eyes. He looks like he’s on drugs, his pupils wide and jaw clenched. The harshness mixed with the control he holds over me tips me over.

I explode against him, attempting to bury my head against his thigh as I curl onto myself from the pleasure. My moan is loud and deep, my lungs exploding behind my ribcage. I can’t stop rubbing my clit, pushing through the waves and holding onto the pleasure that has been building up.

When my eyes squeeze shut, Lik tightens his grip, forcing me to open them and share my pleasure with him.

Slowly, I come to a stop. Still, I shudder against him, and as soon as he releases my hair, I bury myself against his inner thigh. Rubbing my head like a pet in need of love.

I struggle to catch my breath and my muscles hurt like hell from the tension. Lik pets my hair, his fingers and palm caressing me reassuringly.

“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life,” he whispers so low I doubt I’ve even heard it.

Being told I’m beautiful is something I’ve gotten so used to that it doesn’t even register anymore. But being told I’m beautiful post making myself come against a man’s shoe like a wanton whore…the word suddenly takes on a whole new meaning.

His gaze flicks up from me, looking behind, and everything changes in his eyes.

“Stay,” he whispers. “I’m going to take you home.”

He takes a step to the side, and a million thoughts cross my mind. I’m addicted, scared, and I don’t think I can spend a single second without him.

Where are you going?

Don’t leave me alone!

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