Page 13 of The Darkest King

Who the hell is she? Mia from Bloom Events Management.

Jesus, I’m losing my mind. No disrespect—she’s a beautiful young woman—but events assistants aren’t exactly my type.

Don’t go believing the escorts I fuck are common sex workers. They aren’t. Many are lawyers, for example, during the day, looking for a way to spice up their lives. Women living in a man’s world, wanting to submit and be controlled, instead of having to be in control.

Control I desire.

A young girl like Mia wouldn’t understand or crave what I need and want to give. I would terrify her.

My cock jumps.

Apparently, I like that idea.

Mia’s eyes grow wide when I let out a groan.

I shouldn’t, but I’m going to. Shedidpour liquor all over me. The least she can do is let me come over her little tits.

“I believe you need to follow me,” I say, releasing her arms.

“Yes, of course. Your tuxedo.” Mia nods.

Mack opens the door, and we walk through the lobby. She’s tiny beside me, and my hand itches to be placed in the small of her back. Instead, I stay close, as if concerned she’ll try to escape.

That’s one thing she won’t do.

Benson greets us, opening the car door when we step outside.

“If you want, I can just wait—” Mia begins.

“Get in, Mia,” I order, and her mouth falls open.

I’M NOT USED to peopleignoring my orders, or disregarding them, but as Mia stands shaking her head, I’m a mix of amused and irritated.

“I said, get in the car,” I growl, taking a step closer.

The truth is, I want to breathe in her scent again. Whatever it is, she smells like cinnamon and honey. It’s most alluring and comforting. A memory knocking at my door, wanting to get in from long ago. A feeling of belonging.

Mia’s fingers curl as I remove my jacket. She’s fighting her attraction to me, which is unusual. Most women would be clambering to get inside my car, offering me their bodies.

And asking when the wedding is.

Fuck that.

Not Mia. She’s fighting it, while I want to own her body.

At least for a few hours.

“No thanks. I can just wait out here while you...” Mia swirls her finger in the air.

I raise both my brows and nearly laugh.

She has got to be kidding. Does she really think I’m going to strip and hand her my laundry?

I break my own rule, once again, as Mack shoots me a look. He already has the passenger door open and is ready to climb in. Lingering makes him nervous, and I respect that.

He’s a former marine, like me.

All my men are.

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