Page 70 of Empress of Ruin
It feels nice, if not a little weird.
“I swear tofuck,” he groans when I start taking him down my throat, working to relax it, “If you don’t make me come—”
I pull off and snap one last photo. Then, I toss the phone aside. I’m sure I’ll go through the evidence later, but I think I have enough. Now, toreallypiss him off.
I wipe my mouth and chin and stand from the bed. Killian’s eyes narrow with confusion and anger. “What are you—”
“I think I’m going to go for a shower,” I say offhandedly. “I’m feeling a little sticky after that. I’ll be back soon.”
“Lyra,” he says warningly. “Get your ass back over here and sink that mouth over my cock until I come. Or your pussy. Or yourass—I don’t care, so long as I—”
“Nah,” I say, shrugging. “Not really feeling it. You know all those times you’ve denied me?” I smile. “I guess it’s time for me to return the favor—”
Killian jerks at his hands so abruptly, a loudcrackechoes through the air. Astonishment renders me silent.Did he just…?
“You have a choice.” He rubs at his wrists,free of the handcuffs because he fucking broke them, sitting up, staring at me like every inch the predator he is. “Get your ass back over here in the next ten seconds, and Imighttake it easy on you. Or don’t, and I’m getting out the belt.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
“The handcuffs—”
“Not police-grade. Not strong enough to hold me.Three seconds.”
I don’t think; I just move. Police grade or not, they weremetal. How the fuck does someone break out of metal?
And why does that only make Killian King, the powerhouse that he is, even more irresistibly hot?
He can’t wait until I’m on the bed; his hand flashes out, circling my wrist, and he yanks me down on top of him. His fingers dig into the sensitive and well-spanked flesh of my ass, and I hiss. He smiles. Drags his teeth over my neck, then across my collarbone, sending a chill up my spine.
“Ride me, Little Bird. Make it good and Imightlet you come.”
Despite the order, he doesn’t give me much of a choice. His hands move to my hips, lifting me andcontrollingme. I don’t need him to tell me to line himself up with my entrance; I do it immediately and instinctively.
And then his tip breaches me. Filling, stretching, overwhelming me. I had him inside me just this morning, when he fucked me like he really did hate me, and I’m still sore. There’s a delicious stretch and burn as I take him in, sinking down and down until he’s so deep inside of me it’s hard to breathe.
“That’s… more like it,” he grunts. His hands move from my ass to my hips, fingers flexing into the soft flesh. He’s hard everywhere I’m soft; we’re opposites in every single way that counts, and yet, we inexplicably somehowfit.
Not just physically. We have other points of compatibility that I try not to think about.
He gazes into my eyes. “You’re mine.”
I know.
His hips come up at the same time he pulls me down; a cry escapes me, and my head falls back.
He fists a hand in my hair and forces me to meet his eyes again. “Say it.” He flexes his hips, hitting a spot inside me so sensitive, ithurts.
“What?” I gasp.
“Say that you’re mine. Admit it.” He leans forward and plants an almost angry kiss on my lips. “We both know it’s true.”
“I’m—” I cut off with a choked moan when he flexes his hips again. His lips tip up in a devilish smile.
“Say it,” he purrs.
I shudder, trying to think past his cock stretching me, filling me until I’m brimming, and clearing my mind of all rational thought. What are words, again?
“I’m—shit,” I cut off with a pitiful wail when he grinds my hips down. My clit tingles, and a full-body shudder briefly makes my vision go black.
