Page 51 of Sinister Legacy
As I turn, I nearly jump out of my skin.
King sits at the edge of my bed with his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands. My room smells of him—bergamot, leather, and a hint of peppermint. How did I not notice it when I walked in?
He looks up when I cross the floor and, without speaking a single word, he reaches out, palms the backs of my thighs, and guides me between his legs. He’s hauntingly beautiful, dressed in ripped jeans, a red T-shirt, and a worn leather jacket.
And maybe I’m a horrible person, but I like how destroyed he looks.
I like that his pain brought him here.
“You don’t blame me for what happened to Jasper?” I whisper, stroking my fingers through his black hair. It’s dry, unlike mine, so he must have been here for some time.
Instead of replying, he reaches up to pop the button on my jeans, and I hold my breath as he slides the zipper down before curling his fingers inside the hem of my jeans and panties.
King yanks them down my legs, and the momentum makes me gasp. I almost collapse against him, but he keeps me upright. His dark, haunted, and sinful eyes never leave mine. Not even as he leans in to taste me.
A deep rumble rings out in the silence as he burrows his tongue in my soaking slit. Every time he touches me, I fall more in love with his pain.
Reaching up, he digs his fingers into my ass and spreads me apart while continuing to nibble and suck on my clit. I can feel the lick of cold air against my exit and the fire that spreads closer when he drags a finger through my arousal before applying pressure to my asshole.
This time is different from the other times he snuck into my room and fucked me senseless. He brings me to the edge slowly. Licking and nibbling on my puffy cunt like it’s his favorite pastime to eat me out.
I inhale a sharp breath when he forces two fingers inside my ass, his arm banded around my waist to keep me frozen. The sharp pain, along with his sinful tongue—currently buried so deep in my pussy that I’m shaking—create a symphony of demented pleasure that holds my heart in a vice.
“I’m gonna bury my cock so far up your ass, you’ll feel me for a week.”
The way he whispers the words against my clit before dragging his teeth over it has me moaning out loud. I clamp a hand over my mouth, so I don’t alert my parents.
King unbuckles his belt one-handed while priming my exit with his fingers.
Just then, my stepdad shouts at the football on the TV. I should stop this. My parents are downstairs. I shouldn’t let one monster fuck me in the ass, right under the nose of another monster.
Anticipation swirls in my veins when King slides his fingers from my ass and turns me around. His warm hand trails up my spine and applies pressure. I bend forward, placing my hands on my knees. As he spreads me apart and leans in to lick at my asshole, a satisfied groan rumbles in his chest.
“Oh, fuck,” I whimper, pressing back. The pleasure is so fucking intense, I’m struggling to stay upright. Liam has never eaten my ass. He’s never even licked my cunt this dirty.
With a final slap to my backside, King orders me to lie down on my back on the bed.
After kicking off my jeans, I slowly lower myself down, careful not to collapse in a heap. King hasn’t even fucked me yet and I’m already experiencing full-body trembles.
As soon as my back hits the mattress, he grabs my ankle and yanks me down to the edge of the bed. Then he bends me in half until my ankles are by my ears and instructs me to loop my arms around the backs of my knees. It’s awkward at best, and I’m completely exposed to King with my cunt and asshole on full display.
I’m only naked on the bottom half, but King doesn’t seem to care about my crop top or damp denim jacket. Not when my pussy is weeping with need and my cheeks are flushed.
“So fucking beautiful.” Placing a knee on the edge of the mattress, he sinks two fingers inside my pussy and hooks them just right. “Did you miss me?”
“Yes…” My voice shakes. “I missed you, King.”
It’s true. I kept looking for him, hoping to see him in the hallways or in the cafeteria. I missed him even more at night as I lay awake, staring longingly at the windows. But the hours ticked by, and King never showed.
Now he’s knuckle deep in my cunt, finger-fucking me like he’s as starved for me as I am for him.
Removing his fingers, he smears my mouth with my own pussy juices. When I try to snatch his digits up with my teeth, he slaps my clit once, twice. “Naughty girl.”
“King,” I whimper, bearing down, and his eyes flick to my pussy as more desire seeps out and trickles between my ass cheeks.
“You’re so fucking dirty,” he groans, shoving his jeans down to his thighs. His hard cock bobs free, and I crane my neck to watch him stroke it. “Want me to fuck your ass, baby?”
I don’t even hesitate as I nod. “Please…”
