Page 102 of Cruel King
I see Matthias through the window in his office and wave to him like I always do now. He smiles and crooks his finger to beckon me inside. Something in his expression tells me he’s feeling playful today.
He’s out from behind his desk by the time I walk into his office, and the wickedly sinful look in his eyes stops me dead just inside the doorway. Playful isn’t exactly his mood, I see.
“Close the door and come here.”
I do as he commands and stop in front of him over near the bar area in the corner of his office. “It’s a little early for a drink, isn’t it? Or are we celebrating something?” I ask with a giggle, sure he isn’t interested in toasting anything this early in the day.
Matthias pulls me to him and kisses me long and deep. Every cell in my body comes alive at his touch, like always.
When he breaks our kiss, I see pure need in his eyes. “So no drink?”
He shakes his head and grins. “Later. For now, I have something else in mind.”
“But what if someone sees us?”
Arching one eyebrow, he smirks. “I own this house. I can do whatever I want here,” he says as he leans in to kiss me again.
Even as my stomach does flips, I ask, “You don’t have to be at work now?”
That gets me a bigger smile. “I own the company. What are they going to do? Fire me?”
“So basically you own everything, and you can do what you want when you want.”
Matthias runs his tongue along his lower lip and shrugs. “Pretty much. It’s one of the perks of ownership.”
I don’t say it, but he owns me just as much as this house and King Industries. My heart, at least.
He kisses me to stop my questions, sliding his hand around my neck to hold my mouth to his. He’s needy and possessive, and I love it.
I love him.
Sliding his mouth over to my ear, he whispers in a deep voice, “This dress is beautiful. The only way it could be better is if it was off your body.”
Before I can say a word to that, he slides his hands over my shoulders, taking my pink sundress with them. A second later, my dress puddles at my feet, leaving me only in my bra and panties I suspect will end up on the floor in a few seconds.
I can’t help but worry Eleanor or Mick might walk into his office at any moment, but the need to feel him inside me pushes away those concerns. He moves quickly to strip the rest of my clothing from me until I’m nude in front of him.
“What about you?”
Matthias simply shakes his head and turns me around so my back is facing him. Nuzzling my neck, he murmurs, “I like having you naked for me like this while I’m still dressed.”
I move to turn back so I can undress him, but he holds me in place so I can’t, sliding his hand between my legs and up my body to cup my breast. I’m soaking wet and ready for him to fill me with his hard cock pressing against my ass.
As he gently pinches my excited nipple, he moans in my ear, “God, I need you, Ava.”
The sound of his zipper opening is followed by the feel of his hand stroking his cock against my ass. I close my eyes and imagine the sensual scene and how beautiful he must look at this moment.
I nudge against his body to let him know I don’t want to wait any longer, and a second later, he sets his hands on my hips and squeezes tightly before sliding into my body, filling me so completely the feeling takes my breath away. All I can do is hold on to the edge of the bar as he begins to slowly pump into me.
His right hand releases my hip and slides up my spine until he buries it in my hair, tugging hard as he increases the pace of our fucking. I wish I could see his face and touch his body because the look in his eyes when we’re together never fails to send me over the edge. The man I thought was always so angry and hateful is filled with a passion I’ve never seen in anyone else, and when we make love, it’s on display for me to adore.
“You feel so fucking good,” he groans behind me before tightening his hold on my hair again.
I arch my back, and the small change in position lets him plunge even deeper inside me. Matthias sinks his teeth into my earlobe and says, “Fuck, you keep moving like that and I’m not going to last much longer.”
“You didn’t give me much choice,” I say as I stare at the half-filled whiskey decanter at the front of the bar. “When you pulled my hair like that, I had to do something, or my neck was going to snap.”
“Mmmm…I’m sorry,” he moans as he continues fucking me but releases his hold on my hair.