Page 29 of Depraved Royals

Kal lunges at me so fast that he’s a blur. Before I can register what’s happening, he throws his arm in front of my face and flings it to one side, forcing my steadying hand to let go. The hand holding the gun flails away, and Kal grabs my wrist, holding it aloft. His other hand travels across my field of vision and plucks the pistol from my hand, sending it skittering along the floor and out of reach.

“Andthat,” he says with a laugh, “is what you need to do with guns, Dani. You get rid of them. You’ll never learn how to dodge bullets.”

I’m breathing heavily, right in his face. He’s not letting go of my wrist, and we’re frozen in place as though we stopped mid-tango.

“You’re scary, Kal. You know that?”

Kal surprises me by wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me close. He leans in and brushes his mouth on mine, running his tongue along my lower lip.

“Fucking right I am. You wanna get out of here?”

12

Kal

We’re steaming up the windows pretty fucking quickly. Even if there were anyone here, they wouldn’t be able to see into the car.

But I couldn’t care less either way, and Dani doesn’t seem to give a shit either.

We’re in the back seat. Luckily, the car is a spacious sedan, and the seats lie flat at the touch of a button.

Dani leans back on her hands and points her feet toward me.

“Shoes off,” she says.

I pull at her boots, throwing them into the footwell. She’s undoing the zipper of her jeans, peeling them down her legs.

Her urgency does it for me. It’s as though she dares not stop and think because if she does, she might remember that the man she’s so hot for is the absolute worst.

Her jeans and panties are off. I place my face in between her legs and inhale deeply.

Her scent is heady and primal. It makes me want to bury my face in her pussy and drink her up.

I nuzzle her inner thigh, and her hand reaches down, grabbing my hair.

“Come up here and kiss me first,” she says.

I rarely enjoy kissing. Too personal. It falls into lovemaking territory and makes women go weird in the head, which I can do without.

But Dani doesn’t have to ask me twice.

I pull myself up and along her body, lying on top of her. She tilts her head back to meet my lips. She moves her mouth against mine gently, but there’s a playfulness to her kisses, and now and then, she bites my lip before running her tongue along it.

“You,” I murmur against her cheek, “are looking for trouble.”

“I can’t help it,” she whispers. “Look where we are. Anyone could catch us. What if Sergei tells my father what happened?” She catches my lip again with her teeth. “But I’msoturned on, Kal.”

So this girl enjoys taking risks, does she? Fyodor’s precious angel is something of an exhibitionist. Who knew?

I shift against Dani’s pussy, grinding my erection against her as I kiss her neck.

“I’m tempted to bury my cock in you right now,” I say. “But I won’t.” I sit on my heels to slide my pants down to my knees.

My cock is almost painfully hard, the head purplish and slick. I grasp it at the base, squeezing.

Dani is staring. She scrambles into a seated position before me, removing her shirt and bra as she does so. Her alabaster skin looks incredible against the black leather seat.

I take her chin in my hand and tip her head back.