Page 64 of Brutal King
“He’s pulling out a can of spray paint.”
“I just can’t believe he would do this.” I wanted to cry. “I can’t believe I was so gullible. My God. My father hired him, and he ruined my father’s restaurant.”
“And he tried to blame me and my family for it.”
I nodded, watching the screen as Trent painted the big blue letters of Kobe’s family name.
“Why would he do this?”
“Because he’s an asshole, Kat. A pure asshole.”
“What are we going to do now?” I said as I sat back. “Do we call the police or what?”
Kobe reached over to fast-forward the remainder of the footage. “I don’t know. Maybe you could call your dad to let him know.”
I chuckled, relieved the crime wasn’t committed by the Kings after all. “I guess you should do that, too.”
He laughed without amusement. “Yeah. I guess I do owe my old man an apology. But, shit. I sure don’t feel like making that call. I mean, who knows. Maybe my dad put Trent up to it.”
“I guess that could be true.”
“Oh, and what do we have here,” Kobe said as he returned the footage to normal speed.
“Oh, Kobe,” I let out as I saw myself with Trent. “Don’t look at that.”
“The bastard,” he said as Trent removed my dress and began to kiss me all over. “Looks like I got here just in the nick of time.”
“What’s that supposed to mean? I was actually enjoying myself there.”
“Are you honestly going to tell me that you wanted Trent... vandal Trent... to be your first? Come on, Kat. You can do better than that. You certainly deserve better.”
She looked at me with that sexy smile. “And what would be better?”
He shimmied up closer and kissed my bare shoulder. “Come on. You’ve always known it was me, right? I’m the only one who’s right for you.”
I shrugged.
He kissed his way up to my neck, my ear and my temple while his hand worked its way down between my thighs. “Tell me I’m the one.”
“You’re going to have to prove yourself.”
His fingers glided through my wet folds. “You have no idea how I’ve missed you, Kat.”
I groaned my understanding, though the working of his fingers made it increasingly difficult to listen to what he said.
“You’ll see,” he whispered in my ear. “Wow, you’re so wet.” He licked his lips. “I want to get down there and suck on you, Kat. Have you ever had a hot mouth on your clit? Have you ever been licked and sucked until you’re screaming with ecstasy on top of your lungs?”
He pulled out my fingers from deep within me , covered with my juices and brought it to my mouth, dipping in so I couldn’t help but suck on his fingers. “Taste yourself, Kat. Taste how good you are.”
He brought his fingers out of my mouth and into his, licking his fingers while keeping his eyes intensely on mine. “So good,” he groaned. “Exquisite. I can feast of your juices all day all night.” He kissed me passionately, twisting his tongue with mine so I can taste myself again. “God, you intoxicate me, Kat. I want to fuck you right here on top of this desk.”
I moaned and wriggled my hip closer to his, and grabbed the hard bulge in my jeans. “Why don’t you?”
He kissed me and bit on my lower lips as he reluctantly pull away. “We have to wait, baby. But, I’ll make it up to you. I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you. You have to believe how sorry I am about everything. Say you’ll forgive me.”
My eyelids heavy, I looked at him as he worked my clit into a frenzy again... until it begged for release. “How do I know it’s for real this time?”
He kissed me, his lips pressing over mine with such conviction. He groaned, not from arousal, but from hunger. “Give me a chance to prove it. You’re my queen, Kat. You’re my love... my lover... forever.”