Page 64 of Kings & Chaos

Any of it.

I grabbed my water bottle off the nightstand and headed for the bathroom to fill it before bed.

Except I was three steps into the room when I registered the fact that it was filled with steam, water running in the luxurious walk-in shower.

And Neo was naked and showering only inches away, eyes on me like he wasn’t at all surprised.

He hadn’t locked the door. On purpose?

I should have left, just apologized and backed out of the room as fast as I could.

But I didn’t do that, because Neo naked? Well, Neo naked was a fucking work of art.

I’d gotten used to his size in everyday life, but naked, he was like a granite mountain, every inch of his smooth skin carved and shaped like it had been crafted by a master sculptor.

His hair was wet, water beading on his defined cheekbones, his full lips. I fucking ached to run my hands over his powerful shoulders, across his chiseled, inked chest, down the flat plane of his stomach and across the wet line of fine, dark hair that led to the biggest dick I’d ever seen.

He was fuckinghuge. He was also hard, at least ten inches of the most beautiful cock I’d ever seen, skin stretched tight over a wide shaft and thick head that practically had my cunt whimpering with need.

My brain was screaming at me to leave, but before I could make my legs move, Neo’s arm snaked out of the shower and pulled me into the marble enclosure.

My water bottle clattered across the marble floor and I gasped as he shoved me up against the shower wall.

“You didn’t knock,” he growled, his hands braced on the wall behind me, locking me into one very hot, very wet cage.

I stared at him defiantly. If he thought he was going to intimidate me, he could think again. “You didn’t lock the door.”

One of his hands lingered over my increasingly damp hair, then continued to my face where his fingers traced my cheekbones. He rubbed his thumb roughly over my bottom lip, then closed his hand around my throat.

My pussy instantly got ten times wetter, and my hands came up of their own volition, tracing his muscular back. There was no point denying how much I wanted him. All it would take was another test, one dip of his fingers into my cunt, and he’d know, just like he had in the kitchen.

He lowered his head to my neck and murmured against my skin. “I think you like playing with fire, Jezebel. I don’t think you’re the good girl you think you are.”

I think you like playing with fire.

It was what Oscar had said to me at the edge of the quarry.

But if wanting Neo to fuck me into next Sunday made me bad, he was right — I didn’t want to be good. His hot breath on my neck was like a strong wind on the already raging fire of lust consuming my body.

He wedged his knee between my thighs, and a second later I felt the insanely hot press of his cock right up against my cunt. I leaned back, letting the tile wall take most of my weight, and linked one of my legs around his thighs.

The adjustment lifted my hips, nestling his cock right at my entrance.

There was no going back, and I was ready to accept that nothing short of having him would dampen the hunger that was a fucking albatross around my neck.

He growled when his thick head came in contact with my slippery folds, and he took one of my tits in his hands and pinched my nipple hard enough to make me moan.

I ran my hands up his chest, mapping the peaks and cords of his muscle, desperate to feel him under my fingertips after pretending for so long that I didn’t care if he lived or died.

There was hardly any space between us, and I looked down, getting the first up-close look at the tattoo on his chest. The angel's long hair climbed his chest and neck, the water running down her face like tears. There was something sad in her eyes, and for the first time I realized she had something around her neck.

A choker.

Except it wasn’t just any choker. This one had something on the pendant at its center.

A unicorn.

My heart stuttered. I knew that unicorn, knew that choker.

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