Page 98 of Kings & Corruption

He kissed my inner thigh and kneeled between my thighs.

“Not tired, are you?” he asked, his eyes liquid with desire. “Because we’re just getting started.”

I lifted my head, the sight of his pierced dick jutting between my thighs sparking my hunger all over again.

I batted my eyelashes sweetly. “That’s cute. Now get a condom and fuck me.”

He opened his mouth to say something, then startled as the door flew open behind him.

“What the fu—”

It happened so fast I barely had time to register a series of facts: Rock had walked into Oscar’s room while I was ass-naked and spread out on Oscar’s bed, Oscar’s dick literally inches from impaling me.

I didn’t even have time to try and cover myself.

“Ah, jesus fuck,” Rock said. He pointed at us. “One, sorry for not knocking. Two, you fucking lucky bastard.”

Oscar sighed, like it wasn’t the first time Rock had walked in without knocking. “What the fuck, Rock?”

“I said sorry.” He sounded wounded. “Anyway, as much as I'd love to have a front row seat to this little show — or better yet, a ticket to ride — there’s something you should both see.”

“Can it wait?” Oscar gritted out.

“Uh, no, it can’t, actually,” Rock said. “Hurry up. Neo’s waiting in the kitchen.”

Chapter42

Willa

Neo was waiting in the kitchen, and he didn’t look happy. Whether that was because Rock had let him in on the, er, situation he’d walked in on in Oscar’s room or because of whatever the big news was, I had no idea.

“What’s up?” Oscar asked as we entered the room.

I felt like a teenager caught having sex by my parents, and I reached up to try and smooth my tangled hair. We’d thrown our clothes on in a hurry, and I was suddenly worried I’d put my shirt on inside out or had done something else that would give away the fact that I’d just had a mind-blowing orgasm thanks to the magic of Oscar Drago’s mouth and fingers. Not only that, but I’d been seconds away from finally feeling his big pierced dick inside me.

Dammit. This better be good.

“This.” Neo shoved a manila envelope across the kitchen island.

I reached for it, then saw that it was addressed to me.

And it had been opened.

I glared at him. “You’re opening my mail now?”

“We’re opening your mail always, Jezebel.” He wasn’t moved by my annoyance. “And this is why.”

I lifted the torn flap and reached inside, then removed what felt like a stack of paper. Except it wasn’t a stack of paper. It was a single sheet of paper with letters from a magazine glued to it and a stack of photographs.

Of me.

With my face scratched out.

“What the fuck?” I dropped it like I’d been burned.

“Exactly,” Rock said, raking his hand through his hair. “And there’s something else in there.”

I reached cautiously for the envelope and peered inside, not wanting to take a chance by just reaching into it in case it was full of… I don’t know. Pig guts or something?

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