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He didn’t explain what he was about to do but in truth, he didn’t need to. He wanted to ensure every part of me belonged to him.

How long would it be until he demanded my heart?

That wasn’t possible. I could never love a man like him. But enjoying? Living a bad boy-style fantasy? That was more pleasurable than I ever would have imagined.

He drove his cock deep inside my pussy all over again. I knew exactly what he was doing, slickening his thick cock.

I was tenser than before, especially when he pulled out, tapping his shaft on my bottom before pressing the tip into the crack in my ass. When he found my dark hole, he took his time slipping the tip deeper inside, his growls louder than before. I adored the huskiness in his tone, the richness of his voice when he spoke.

Right now, the deep echoes he was somehow managing added to the freeing moment. While a flash of pain washed through me, forcing me to suck in my breath, I sensed that pleasure was right behind the discomfort. He pushed another inch inside then another. I was shocked he was being patient with anything, certainly not one of his finer qualities.

But thank God or I wouldn’t have been able to tolerate his huge size. When he drove the last of his shaft inside, every breath of air rushing from my system, I closed my eyes. It was impossible not to smile even though I continued to lick sweat from my upper lip.

The round of fucking became more brutal, the entire moment exhausting as well as exhilarating. I was at a loss for words, unable to think or focus on anything. I never knew pleasure could be this incredible. As he continued fucking me, I closed my eyes, strangely enjoying something I’d thought reprehensible before. I even found myself meeting every savage thrust, taunting him even more by clamping down my muscles.

He threw back his head and roared, the sound reverberating in the dense space. I had no idea how long he would able to keep up the stamina, but I sensed he was ready to erupt deep inside, and I couldn’t seem to stop the bad girl side of me.

I squeezed my muscles harder than before.

That was all he could take. With a hard shove of one hand against the wall, the action forcing me to shiver, he erupted deep inside.

I wasn’t expecting the man to be romantic, to cuddle me or anything remotely of that nature. He wasn’t the type, nor was I certain how I’d react. However, he remained close, maybe because we were both struggling to breathe. When he finally turned off the water, I wasn’t certain I could move.

Kraven was the one to grab towels, taking his time drying every inch of my skin. The towel was soft and thick, keeping the warmth tightly spinning inside my body.

Only when he was satisfied did he wrap the plush material around my chest, neatly placing one end under the bunch so it would stay in place. He grabbed one for my hair, but I laughed as he tried to dry it.

“I think I can handle that.” I flicked the end of the towel at him, certain he would return the favor, but he only wagged his finger instead before grabbing a towel for himself.

The was something so hot about seeing a man drying off that it was tough to take my eyes off him. I wasn’t surprised after he wrapped his body with the towel that he picked me up into his arms. For all the horrid things he’d done in his life, this was his attempt at reminding me that underneath all the thick armor, he was also a man of flesh and blood.

I’d always wanted to feel small in a man’s arms and he did that easily, even bending down and yanking back the edge of the comforter and sheets. When he placed me under the covers, I realized a single tear had finally made its way to the surface, trickling over so slowly down my cheek.

I noticed Remington on the end of the bed, not bothering to lift his head. He was more comfortable than I’d seen him, a telling statement about where I was and who I was with.

Kraven captured it, rolling the single bead in two fingers before bringing them both to his mouth. In another provocative move, he sucked them for a few seconds. He tucked me in nice and tight and I was certain he was preparing to get dressed and leave the room, maybe even locking me inside.

But after turning off the light, he stood over the bed for a few seconds before slipping under the covers. As he grabbed mearound the waist, pulling me against him, I found myself holding my breath all over again.

This couldn’t be the same man I’d met, the one who’d been determined to both protect and keep me from running to the police. But it was.

And at that moment, I could only wonder what other secrets and traits he was hiding.

CHAPTER 23

Kraven

There were no such things in my world as pleasant dreams, only nightmares.

However, that wasn’t the reason I could barely sleep any longer. For me, it had to do with the weight of the world, the sense that time was running out. I’d felt that way since my parents had died so tragically, leaving a world to a man who on paper had been ready but who’d preferred living the life of a prince, not a king.

As with everything else of late, reminiscing wasn’t my style but at this point, it would seem I needed to reflect. But not just on my past deeds. I continued to have the feeling that whoever was targeting me was from my past. Although with Zach having a red bullseye on his back as well, that took some of the credibility to my thoughts away.

Tonight, the insomnia was about several things, including the fact I couldn’t seem to get through to my brother no matter what I did or how I tried to talk to him. He’d been a bitter kid after ourparents’ deaths. He’d wanted nothing to do with me, nothing to do within the business, and had sworn I was next to be killed.

Other than the few tears he’d shed at the funeral, there’d been little emotion from him other than anger.

Why was I more concerned about him now than ever?




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