Page 59 of Merciless King

She unlocked her door and we walked in.

It looked unchanged. It was hard to believe how much had happened since the attack in her store. So much had happened. Everything had changed. I put her bags down.

London turned to me, staring up at me, her hands clasped in front of her. Color darkened her cheeks, like it often did when she looked at me. I wanted to tug her into my arms right then so bad I had to remind myself over and over why that was a really bad idea. The silence stretched out, but neither one of us moved.

She cleared her throat and straightened her spine. “I’m glad it was with you,” she said finally.

I didn’t need to ask what she meant. She was talking about the first night she gave herself to me, when she chose me to be the first man she slept with. Looking into her beautiful eyes now, knowing this was it, I felt like someone had punched me in the chest. “Me, too,” I rasped. “You have no idea how much.”

The idea of her being with someone else, anyone else, made me want to punch something.

“There’s no one else like you, Van King,” she said and took a step toward me. “And I’ll never regret one moment we spent together. I want you to know that.”

“Yeah?”

She licked her lips. “Yes,” she whispered and took another step toward me.

I was already moving. She met me halfway and our bodies collided. I wrapped her in my arms and hauled her off her feet, nostrils flared, breathing erratic and exploding from me as I waited for her to give me what I needed. To say the words.

She was trembling. Her head was tipped down and I thought she was going to pull away, but she nuzzled my jaw. “Once more,” she said shakily and pressed a kiss to the corner of my mouth. “Just one more time.”

Being with her one more time might actually kill me, but I didn’t care, I was powerless against this woman. I turned into those tentatively seeking lips and claimed her mouth hard, sweeping my tongue inside, reveling in her taste, the texture, the heat of her.

The woman was heaven, every part of her, every perfect inch. Need slammed me low in the gut like a goddamned missile and lust exploded inside me with force. There was no taking this slow. I needed her now.

I walked her back and ended up with London wrapped around me, pressed into the wall. I shoved her dress up as London’s hands came down to my waist, tearing open the button and sliding down the zipper of my jeans.

“Fuck, I need inside you,” I gritted out.

Holding her up with one hand, I yanked my wallet out of my pocket with the other and flipped it open, holding it out to her. She grabbed a condom and tore open the packet. I looked down, watching as she shoved down my boxer briefs, pulled my cock free, and worked the rubber down my insanely hard cock.

As soon as it was on, I shoved her panties aside and thrust inside her.

So. Fucking. Deep. Inside her.

I groaned, and her open mouth went to the side of my throat and she moaned against my skin. I gripped her ass in one hand, her hip with the other, and started thrusting into her like a man possessed. She gripped me hard, shoving her hands up under my shirt, digging in her nails, scoring my skin. The bite of pain just turned me on more.

We went at each other like wild animals, fucking, kissing, with a desperation that bordered on frenzied, like we were trying to pack every missed moment into this one last time. Every fuck, every kiss, every caress we wouldn’t have.

At least that was the way it was for me.

Her scent, the sounds she made when I slid home, the softness of her body, the way she held me. I wanted to remember it all. Everything.

All too soon, London was crying out, shaking and clinging to me as she came apart in my arms. There was no way I could hold back after that, no matter how much I wanted to drag this out. I buried my face against the side of her throat, in her thick silky hair and groaned as she spasmed around me, working me with her tight pussy until there was nothing left.

We stayed like that for a while afterward, with me holding her pressed against the wall, still buried inside her, reluctant to let her go.

Until she said my name softly, loosening her hold on me, forcing me to do the same.

I slid from her body and stepped back.

Then I did what she asked, and I let her go.

* * *

Hunter sat across from me in a booth at Stilettos, frowning, watching me too damn closely.

I took a sip of my beer and glanced at Raul, who was behind the bar cashing up. The club closed an hour ago.