Page 66 of Ruthless Heir

Devani

“You want to fuck, Highness?”Sam asked.

Lust raged in his golden gaze, making my heartbeat jump.

He had no idea how much I wanted him, needed him. How I wished he hadn’t shown up tonight. The heart-to-heart with Neil had made it abundantly clear being anywhere near Sam would lead to trouble. I wasn’t rational around him.

Now with this Gustov shit, I had no more logic left and only the endorphins running through my system.

Primal lust for this man fogged my brain, and he would either satisfy it or I’d find some other outlet.

In a quick twist of my shoulders and arms, I broke Sam’s grip on my hair and body, grasped his arm, and faced him. “If I wasn’t clear a second ago, let me clarify. I want to fuck so hard that I feel it with every step tomorrow. Can you satisfy my needs, or do I have to go beat the shit out of someone?”

Instead of answering, his attention shifted to my knuckles, red and raw from the punches I’d administered to Gustov’s face. Something inside me felt a sense of satisfaction from giving that piece of shit a beatdown for believing he had a right to touch me because he lost a poker game.

No, it was because he’d lost to a woman. Considering his line of work, I guessed his ego couldn’t handle it.

To be a fly on the wall when he learned the real reason for tonight’s invitation and his new living situation. A holding cell in one of the storage caves of Marianna’s vineyard.

“Your hand needs attention.” The deep rasp in Sam’s voice shot a wave of arousal straight to my core, heightening the need pumping through my body.

I leaned forward, bringing my nose a hairsbreadth from his.

“Mr. King, in real-life fights, even queens get scrapes and cuts. Protecting our hands in gloves and fighting in cages for sport in hopes of winning a bet is considered child’s play.” I bit his lower lip hard enough to sting before releasing it. “But you wouldn’t know these things. Well, maybe once upon a time you did, but now you’re a King and like competing in underground matches and such.”

He narrowed his gaze. “You’re playing a dangerous game right now, Highness.”

“Do I look scared?” I asked, meeting his glare.

I wasn’t sure what was coming over me. Maybe I wanted to fightandfuck.

He gripped my hips in an almost too-painful hold and walked me backward. “You asked for it.”

“I sure hope so.”

My breath grew shallow, knowing exactly where we were going.

Licking my lips, I asked, “Are you taking me in for an interrogation?”

“I doubt you’d divulge any information, even if we were.”

From the stories Sam had told me when Arin had originally bought the building, he’d used the room to extract information.

Once The Library had come into existence, it had become a private gaming room.

Sam had it renovated to something resembling the style of an upscale speakeasy. He’d claimed it for exclusive use for his clients who wanted a personal touch, including those who couldn’t have associations in public but needed to meet without scrutiny.

Once inside the room, he only switched on one light, casting the space in a dim glow.

He positioned me with my back pushed against a hard granite counter.

“If I recall, there was a time or two you used this room to extract a few secrets out of me.”

A lump formed in my throat. Why had I brought that up? Those memories were too intimate, too personal, and too painful.

His expression grew hard, and he said, “Let’s not kid ourselves, Highness. It was all an illusion in the guise of sex.”

I held in a sharp breath at the coldness of his words, refusing to let him know how much they hurt.

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