Page 100 of Merciless Heir

“Sadie, he didn’t see a thing. I hit the talk button.”

“I don’t care.”

“You do.”

“Only because if we’re going to ever have an audience, I want to know ahead.”

He laughs against my mouth and curls his arm around me, and kisses me again. Then he steps back and releases me, only to throw my coat over my shoulders. His is still on his arm as he takes hold of my lapels, smoothing the wet cashmere. “Good to know you think there’ll be that time.”

“You really are an ass,” I say, pulling free.

He takes my hand and leads me to my building as his car pulls away. The streets are empty and magical with the rivulets of glittering silver and gold from the reflected city lights. It’s late and I should tell him I need to sleep and that was enough, but he feels good, smells good and I want more.

We don’t talk as I unlock the door to the building. We don’t speak as we climb the stairs and open my door.

The moment we step in… We don’t talk either. His mouth is hot and hungry on mine. It’s full of dark promises and filthy demands. I want to demand back, to promise in the moment of more and more and more. I want it all.

He strips me from my coat and dress and I look at him, fully dressed in his suit.

He takes me in. The bra and wet panties. The heels.

Kingston’s gaze is more intimate than most lover’s touches I’ve felt. And I deliberately unhook my bra and let it fall to the ground. Then I slide my panties off.

“Beautiful,” he says, “you’re a work of art, Sadie.”

“So are you. One with too many clothes.”

“Are you going to fix that?”

I smile and kiss him and he takes me in his arms and lifts me. I wrap about him as he turns and walks me through my apartment. I direct him to my room and he throws me on the bed.

Kingston reaches for his tie.

“No.”

“It works better when I can get inside you.”

I lift one leg and place my heel on his chest. “I’m taking them off you. But first come here.” I drop my leg and I part my thighs and Kingston doesn’t need asking twice. He’s there, between them.

We kiss like we’re at war. We kiss like drowning creatures. And I’m lost in a sea of need for him. I like the feel of him clothed against my naked skin and I undo his trousers and free him.

He groans as I wrap my hand around his erection and I guide him to me. I need it now.

And so does he because he wraps my thighs about him and thrusts into me. It’s not sweet. It’s a move laced with savage desire and I bite his chin, his throat, his lips. I want everything as he starts to pound into me, and that’s all I can think. I want everything.

We fuck hard and fast. We don’t play anymore. We just need to reach that pinnacle. His need is palpable and it tastes so fucking good in my mouth as we kiss.

He comes hard, shuddering, groaning my name and it sets me off. And the release for the second time that evening floods me.

It’s like I’m alight with power and he controls the switch.

After minutes pass, Kingston sits up and slowly, slowly pulls out of me. Even in the darkness, the light from the living room and from the street outside my window, I can see he’s still thick and hard. Glistening with our mingled juices. And I want him in my mouth.

I want him everywhere.

I want him.

Again and again and again.