When his eyes met mine again, he flashed me the smile he had, the one that was so charming that it was unfair. It flustered me. I couldn’t stop thinking about how he had touched me. His finger inside his mouth. It all seemed so…dirty. Yet here I was, achy between my legs from the thought of it.

  Hill hadn’t been my first sexual experience. I’d lost my virginity to the senior quarterback on the football team in high school when I was a sophomore. Our relationship was short-lived once his mother found out. Elliot was the mayor’s son. His family was wealthy and well respected. His father had plans for loftier political positions—which he had accomplished, seeing as he was now the governor. Elliot dating a girl living in the foster system had horrified his mother, and he’d broken up with me, apologizing that he couldn’t hinder his father’s future and that a lot was expected of him.

  Then, there had been two others between Elliot and Hill. Neither was around long. One wasn’t…one wasn’t a relationship at all. He had taken me by force, and in doing so, I had been blamed and kicked out of my last foster home.

  Shaking those thoughts away, not wanting to remember them, I got my focus back on King. He was different. None of the others had made me feel…like he did.

  The thrill, tingle, whatever it was that he’d caused, was new to me.

  “What did I do to cause that pretty face to frown?” King asked as he sat down beside me, close enough that our bodies were touching.

  I shook my head nervously. “Nothing. I was just thinking…not…not about you. I mean, about things. But not you.” I stopped. He had me so flustered that I needed to just quit trying to converse. I sounded like an idiot.

  “Rumor.” The way he said my name made me shiver.

  I turned to look at him. It was hard not to get lost in those blue eyes of his. The way he looked at me, as if he saw nothing else. When he locked in on me, I wanted things I could not have. Ever. With anyone.

  “Relax. It’s just me. You look ready to bolt from the room,” he said, reaching out and running the pad of his thumb over my chin. “Was it so bad? Having my finger slip inside you?”

  Oh, good Lord. I opened my mouth, then closed it. How did I respond to that? My face was warm again as I stared up at him, wishing I knew what to say.

  With the tip of his thumb, he traced my lips slowly, studying them. “Your lip is all healed up. I never want to see this mouth hurt again. I’d have to kill someone.” He grinned as his eyes lifted to mine. “Don’t get me wrong. I like the idea of them swollen, but not from abuse.”

  I swallowed hard. There wasn’t a place on my body I wasn’t being affected by this man. He was barely touching me, and I was panting. Did he realize the effect he had on me? Yes, I was sure he did. He wasn’t blind to his ability to mesmerize a female. I would bet he’d been doing it most of his life.

  “When was the last time someone made you feel good?” he asked, still caressing my face.

  I blinked, but said nothing.

  “Did the stupid fucker you married take care of you? Did he ever take his time and bring you pleasure?”

  Again no words. I was doing good to breathe.

  “So fucking sweet,” he murmured as his fingers slid into my unruly curls. “You taste like honey. Did you know that? I’ve yet to take a drink of my whiskey because I don’t want to wash the taste of your pussy from my mouth.”

  My eyes widened as I sucked in a breath.

  He smirked and leaned closer to me. “You’re trembling, sweets.”

  Yes, I was trembling. What did he expect? No man had ever talked to me like this. Especially one who looked like him. He made it hard to concentrate and keep my head on straight.

  “Don’t be scared of me,” he pleaded. “I would never do anything to you that didn’t feel good.”

  I’d heard the screams of pain from the woman he’d been having sex with in the tack room. I tensed at that memory, and it helped snap me out of this haze he had pulled me into. I shook my head and backed up, putting some distance between us. I was possibly still married if Hill was alive. I was running from the police or the Mafia—I no longer knew for sure. I shouldn’t be doing this…whatever it was.

  Yes, I was attracted to King. What woman in her right mind wouldn’t be? He was gorgeous, sexy, charming, and he’d been there to help me when I had no one. He had continued to be there for me. It was impossible not to feel things for him. But having sex with him wasn’t an option. It would be stupid. Really, really stupid.

  “I…I disagree,” I choked out in a whisper. “I don’t like being…hit or…or spanked. Whatever it is you do.”

  A serious expression came over his face. “I’d never hurt you, Rumor.”

  Stop it! Stop with the look and the eyes! I tried to tear my gaze off him, but he made it impossible.

  “You like to hit women who want to be tied up and spanked.”

  A deep chuckle came from him that made my entire body feel it, as if it had vibrated throughout me. There was a large part of me that wanted to rub up against him like a cat. I would fight that, of course. It was just getting more difficult.

  “I enjoy rough sex, yes. But, sweets, I would never do that to you. I know why you wouldn’t want that, and even if you did, I don’t think I could,” he said, running the back of his hand over my right cheek. “But I want to open those pretty legs and put my mouth on your pussy. I want to hear you scream my name as you orgasm and I taste every sweet drop.”

  I sucked in air as I stared up at him. Holy crap, had he just said that?

  He moved in closer to me and leaned in to press a kiss against my cheek, then my neck. “You smell amazing,” he whispered against my skin.

  I should be pushing him off me now. Moving him back. Telling him no. But my hands disagreed as they ran up his arms to squeeze his biceps. I didn’t want him to move. My eyes fluttered closed as he trailed kisses down further to my collarbone.

  “Come here,” he said in a husky tone as he grabbed my thigh and pulled it over his lap until I was straddling him.

  Both of his hands moved up and underneath my blouse. I dropped my gaze to see his fingers tugging the cups of my bra down beneath the fabric. Okay, I was doing this. We were doing this. I shouldn’t. A smart woman would stop him. I had too much uncertainty in my future.

  But…but maybe that was why I should stop thinking. Let this happen. I wasn’t promised tomorrow. No one was, but my odds were much worse than the norm. If this was my one chance to enjoy sex the way King’s touch promised I would, then shouldn’t I have that?

  Just once in my life, I wanted to know what it felt like for someone to take my breath away.

  • twenty-nine •

  “Such a fucking good girl.”

  King

  If I wasn’t already positive that there was a room waiting on me in hell, then I knew that, tonight, I was about to make that reservation solid. Everything about this was wrong, but, fuck, I’d never wanted anyone this much. Each little sharp intake of breath Rumor took went straight to my cock. Seducing someone as fragile and uncertain as her shouldn’t be such a goddamn turn-on.

  But, fuck me, it was. And if I didn’t get my face between her legs soon, I was going to lose it. I hadn’t been lying to her when I said she tasted like honey. Damn, her pussy was sweet. I wanted more of it. I wanted to lap at her cunt while she moaned and begged me not to stop. I wanted a lot of things with this woman, and one night wasn’t going to be enough to do all of them. I had to be easy with her. Slow.

  Cupping her face with my hand, I brushed a soft kiss against her lips. The need to suck that fat upper lip was strong, but I had time. First she deserved gentle. This needed to be all about her. Her entire body was strung so tight that I was afraid she was going to try and bolt at any moment.

  I ran the tip of my tongue over her lips, and she opened them, gasping in the process. Taking advantage of it, I slid inside. I wasn’t much into kissing. It had always seemed like a pointless thing meant for foreplay that bored me. But this wasn’t that. Not even close.

  A soft moan came from her throat, and she rocked her hips, pressing her pussy against my dick as her hands gripped my shoulders. The way her tongue flicked against mine almost shyly was causing triggers to go off inside me I’d never experienced before. I wanted to wrap her in my arms and hold her here. Like this. Not let her go. Maybe get her naked and my dick buried inside of her, but I didn’t want to stop kissing her.

  When she moved against me again, she broke the kiss and let out a small cry. Her eyes closed, and long lashes brushed her high cheekbones.

  I’d never believed in angels until now. Fuck. She had me thinking poetic shit. I had to get this back on track. This wasn’t me. This was dangerous.

  Taking the hem of her shirt, I tugged it up and over her head. She raised her arms, letting me pull it completely off. Both of her big, full tits were already free of the cups of her bra. I took a nipple into my mouth and sucked hard while unclasping the back of it and taking it off her body. Taking a moment, I let myself appreciate the view. Her smooth skin was flawless. I knew if I studied it closer, near her ribs, I would see scars, but that didn’t mar its perfection. It reminded me how fucking strong she was.

  “Stand up,” I told her, and she blinked with a slightly confused look on her pretty face.

  Just when I thought she was going to end this, she stood up obediently. I didn’t give her time to think about what we were doing. I had to keep her in this. With me. Wanting me.

  I stood up and ran my hands from her shoulders to her fingertips before lowering myself and unbuttoning her shorts, then sliding them down her long legs, followed by the black satin panties she was wearing.

  Once I had her naked, I stood back up and saw the pink flush on her face and chest.

  “You’re perfect,” I told her, somehow knowing she needed to hear it.

  The insecure glint in her green eyes eased, but I could tell she wasn’t sure she believed me.

  “Rumor,” I said firmly as I placed my hands on her small waist, “you are beautiful.”

  She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and bit down on it as a small smile tugged at the corner of her lips. I wanted to laugh at how fucking cute it was.

  I nodded my head toward the bed. “Go lie down on your back,” I told her.

  She glanced at the bed, then back at me, but she didn’t move.

  I stepped closer to her and pressed a kiss to her lips. “If you don’t lie on my bed, I’m going to pick you up and toss your sexy ass on it.”

  She sucked in a breath, then blinked up at me before turning and walking to my bed. This time, it was me biting my lip to keep from grinning. My eyes dropped to her ass, and I had to adjust my already-throbbing dick pressing against the zipper in my jeans. She had two dimples right above her ass. It was as fucking sweet as she was. The urge to drop to my knees and kiss and lick those two indentions was strong. I would do it. But not tonight.

  When she sat down and slid back onto my bed, I stood there, taking it in. Memorizing the picture she made. Searing the image to my brain for when this was done. When I wouldn’t see it again. The thought of my limited time didn’t sit well. I didn’t like it.

  “That’s good,” I told her as I unzipped my jeans and shoved them down, stepping out of them before I walked over to stand between her legs.

  Grabbing her knees, I opened her thighs, ignoring her strangled cry. The wet folds of her pink pussy made me slightly crazed.

  Not bothering to give her any more direction, I put her legs over my shoulders and pressed my mouth against her needy cunt. The moment my tongue ran along her folds, her body bucked beneath me as she cried out my name. Loving the sound of it, I continued tasting her. I flicked her clit with my tongue, and her hands grabbed the back of my head.

  “OH GOD!”

  I gave special attention to that swollen pulse, swirling my tongue around it, then sucking on it.

  “KING! Don’t…don’t stop, please,” she panted as her nails bit into my skull.

  “This is a perfect little pussy, sweets,” I told her, then began to slowly lap at her in a rhythm that I knew would drive her crazy.

  She began panting and begging. The uncertainty I’d seen in her eyes was gone now. I had brought her to the brink, and I knew she would do anything to get more. Wanting to push her further and let her know what being in control felt like, I stood over her, then climbed on the bed to lie on my back.

  The desperate gaze in her eyes as she watched me was exactly where she needed to be for this.

  “Straddle my face, Rumor,” I urged her.

  The way her green eyes widened, I was almost afraid I’d lost her. She’d back away now. I had been sure I had her so close to an orgasm that she wouldn’t withdraw on me.

  “Come on, sweets,” I said, holding out my hand to her. “I want your pussy on my face. Come use my mouth the way you want. You control this.”

  She moved then, and I smiled as she rolled over, then got on her knees before adjusting herself over me.

  When she looked down at me, I grabbed her juicy ass and squeezed, then pushed her further up. “Come on.”

  She reached forward and grabbed the headboard as she spread her legs wider and settled her open cunt over my face. I inhaled deeply and soaked in her arousal. With my hands on her hips, I pulled her down until my mouth was latched back on her needy pussy. It didn’t take much from me before she began rocking her hips to get more pleasure.

  “Rub it on my face,” I told her, then placed a gentle slap on her ass.

  She jerked and froze, but only a moment before she dropped even lower and began to work herself over my mouth. Fuck, this was hot. I didn’t let women take control, and I sure as hell didn’t let them ride my face like this, but knowing my sweet little Rumor was doing it had me reaching to free my cock from my boxer briefs and fisting it.

  “King,” she moaned, and the hand I still had on her plump ass squeezed.

  “That’s it, baby. Fuck my face,” I encouraged.

  When her thighs began to tremble, I let go of myself and held onto her as she rode through the orgasm.

  “Oh!!! OH GOD!” she screamed and slapped her spasming pussy against my face wildly.

  I savored every moment of it, giving her everything she needed until she slowed, then stilled.

  Giving her time to think about what she had just done wasn’t on the agenda. I flipped her over onto her back and climbed over her, nudging her legs open wider as I finished getting off my boxers. She was still panting as she stared at my impressive erection. I nodded toward the table beside the bed that she was closest to now.

  “Open it. Get a condom.”

  She didn’t move right away, and I was real damn close to sinking into her raw before she could decide this was a bad idea. But she finally turned enough to open the drawer and pull out a condom. It was well stocked, and she paused, holding it, as if the fact that I’d fucked a lot of women in this room was just dawning on her. Not where I wanted her head right now. Especially since it was rare I did anything with a woman in the bed. I normally had them tied up in the tack room.

  Reaching over, I took it from her hand and kept my eyes locked on hers as I tore it open with my teeth and began to roll it down over me. She swallowed hard, and it was as if I could hear her thoughts; she was so damn expressive.

  I placed a hand on either side of her head and lowered my face to hover over hers. “I’ve never let a woman fuck my face. You were a first.”

  The softness and flash of relief in her eyes was all I needed. I held her gaze as I began to sink inside her tight entrance. Hissing through my teeth as I was sucked into her wet heat.

  “AH!” Her eyes closed as her mouth opened once I was fully inside.

  “Fuck, that’s a tight pussy,” I groaned, dropping my head to the curve of her neck and trying not to lose it and fuck her like an animal.

  “It’s…a lot,” she breathed.

  I grinned, but didn’t let her see it. “Does it hurt?”

  She shook her head. “No. It’s…just big.”

  My cock jerked inside her at hearing the praise from her sweet mouth. I had to be gentle. She needed gentle. This wasn’t about me wanting to fuck her into the damn wall and then doing it again and again. I was giving her what she deserved. Not what I suddenly wanted so bad that I could barely contain my need.

  Slowly, I began to slide out and in, hoping I could keep this up. When she ran her hands over my arms and she moaned my name, I began to move a little harder and faster. Not much, but more.

  “Can you…” she breathed, and I looked down at her. That was a mistake. Seeing her face, letting those eyes meet mine. I was trying to keep it together and not fuck like I wanted to. “Can you do it harder?”

  Jesus H. Christ.

  The control I thought I’d had snapped. I forgot all my good intentions. Taking her left thigh, I pulled it up higher and held myself over her as I began to thrust into her deeper, taking more. Watching her tits bounce as I took what I wanted.

  “This what you want?” I growled.

  “Yes!”

  I slid my hand under her head and covered her mouth with mine. Sucking her tongue into my mouth the way I was sinking inside her. She began to meet me, lifting her hips from the bed. Sexy sounds came from her mouth, filling mine.

  “Good girl,” I praised her, kissing the corner of her mouth.

  With her lips parted, she gazed up at me. Lost in her own pleasure.

  I slammed into her hard. “Such a fucking good girl.”

  “Oh! KING!” she cried out just as her eyes fluttered closed and her body shook beneath me.

  Her tight walls clamped down on my dick and squeezed me so tight that I let out a roar.

  “FUUUCK!!!” I shouted as I filled the condom, still driving inside her. Over and over. I didn’t want to stop. I wanted her tight cunt to keep milking me.