Page 67 of Merciless Heir
I pull out my fingers and sweep the fabric to the side, and with my other hand, I pull hers away from me and then I pull her down and I push up, right into that hot, tight center of her.
“Oh, fuck, yes…” She moans the words and her hands come to my shoulders as she begins to ride me in earnest. I let her, because those fucking breasts are right there, and I want my mouth on them. I rip the fabric away, not caring if I actually ruin it—I’ll buy her more. I’ll buy her a fucking store full if I can ruin them all while she wears them.
Her breasts are gorgeous. Soft and round, the nipples a dark pink and I suck one into my mouth, biting down as it forms a peak on my tongue and she cries out, fingers digging into my nape.
“More.”
I give her more. I want to fuck myself into her, so deep that no one else would ever dare touch her for fear of retribution. And then I lift my head and pull her down, and I take her mouth and I kiss her hard and deep and we fuck like that.
I need…I need more. I take hold of her and start working her on me and she’s with me, moving hard, making little sounds that fuel me. She’s the hottest thing I’ve seen, I’ve felt, and I need to mark her, claim her. It’s a reflexive thing, wanting that. Primal, and I bite her neck, suckling.
Sadie comes again, her convulsions setting me off, pushing me right into release and the orgasm that rips through me is a wild, feral thing, and my vision goes black as the sweet burst of intense pleasure floods me to the point I don’t know if I can survive it.
But finally, when the world comes to right, we stay there, her on me, slumped against me and… And I want to say that won’t happen again, but I can’t because I’m already thinking of fucking her again.
I’m trying to find the words to say. Me, a man who commands a company with a cool few billion, can’t find words.
How can one woman do that to me? A woman I don’t like?
I like her.
I like her a lot.
Sadie gets off me and starts to dress, but I take her arm. “Where’s the bathroom?”
“You know where it is.” I pull her back to me and she tumbles down into my arms and I turn so we’re lying on the sofa together, a tangle of limbs. “You’ve been through my entire place and we both know it.”
“Kingston…”
“You want me to let you go? I will.” Those words are harder to say than they have any right to be. Because I don’t want to let her go.
She sighs, her breath warm against me and I shiver. We’re both half-dressed, ridiculously disheveled, and I don’t want to let her go. I want to do it all over again. “What did we just do?”
I should laugh, but I don’t. I can’t. “I have no fucking idea, Sadie.”
“That was a bad idea.”
“The worst.”
“I don’t even like you, Kingston.”
This time I slide her hair away from her face and smile. “I thought the same thing. About you. But then I realized that’s a lie. And you’re lying, too.”
“Are you trying to tell me you’re in love?”
“No. I don’t believe in love. I like you and you like me.”
“I liked that.”
“Yeah.” I close my eyes a moment and the thump-thump of her heart is oddly soothing. “That’s putting it mildly.”
“I don’t regret it,” she says, trailing her fingers down my shirt she ruined. “A one time only deal—”
“This isn’t one time only. One night.”
“One night.”
We stare at each other and that beat is still in the air, that awareness and my cock stirs. Sadie shifts, very deliberately, against me.