Page 28 of The Darkest King

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Bang.

“Oh, shit,” a voice says.

My eyes fly open. Jesus, I can’t believe I fell asleep with Mia in my bed. In my penthouse.

No one sleeps at my home. Ever.

I’m clear with the women I entertain—pleasure—they need to leave after we’re finished. I don’t want to mislead any of them, and I certainly don’t want them here with the nightmares I’m prone to from time to time. Showing weakness and vulnerability is not smart and just leads to questions.

Except there were no nightmares, and there was no dreaming. We just collapsed and fell asleep. Not surprising, given how hard I fucked her.

Mia has the single most delicious pussy I’ve ever slid my cock inside. Plus, those damn icy blue eyes of hers kept making me harder as they pleaded for more.

I’ve never wanted to kidnap a woman so much in my life, fly her to an island, and spend a week just fucking her.

I do with Mia.

I won’t, but it would be a fucking incredible week.

Lifting my head, I see she’s already half dressed, sitting on the edge of the bed, doing up that god-awful fanny pack.

It’s not dawn yet, but it’s close.

Mia turns her head when the sheets rustle.

“Sorry, everything fell out.” She slides her phone back inside and zips it up. “Oh, crap.” She disappears onto the floor and stands up with a lip gloss in her hand, holding it up and adding it inside as she smiles.

It’s nearly comical.

She’s way too alert for me. I’m still groggy. I rub my hand over my hair and then my face, fighting the desire to pull her back in bed.

What the hell is wrong with me?

She has a magic pussy, that’s what.

I climb out and pull on some boxer briefs, then grab my phone and begin to message Benson. Though I hate doing this to him at this ungodly hour, I want to make sure Mia gets home safely.

Wherever home is.

Mia spots what I’m doing. “No need. Uber is on the way.”

I lift my eyes. “Don’t even think about it. My driver will take you home.”

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