Page 79 of Vicious King

“Work that little clit, Ree. Fuck, you’re even tighter when you do that. I’m going to come inside this perfect cunt. Is that what you want?”

“Yes.” It’s a plea. I need him to come inside me. I need to make him as wild as he makes me. “Come inside me.”

“Not until you come first.”

I whimper as my fingers drift lower, and I press them against his shaft as he continues to fuck in and out of me.

“Jesus,” he growls. “Come, baby. Come all over me.”

I clench down, and that’s all it takes to send me over the edge, crying out as the climax rolls through me like a goddamn tidal wave, sweeping me out to sea.

I’m a gasping, sloppy mess as I collapse against the bed. Carson pulls out of me, and I feel him climb off the bed and hear him walk away. Water runs in the bathroom, and then he’s back. His hand drifts gently down my spine to my ass and he gives it a little pat, making me grin.

“You can’t suffocate yourself in the pillows, Sunshine.”

I smirk, still not fully breathing normally as I turn my head and see that he’s holding a wet cloth and a towel.

“I could just go take a shower.”

“I’ll clean up my mess,” he says as he begins to wipe me down. Damn, that feels good. “Do the piercings hurt at all?”

“No, they feel damn good. Thanks for that.”

He chuckles and tosses the soiled linens aside, then leans in to kiss my temple as he lies down and pulls me to him.

“I have to go back to work,” he says. “I need to spend a few hours in my office downstairs.”

“Can I come down with you and see what you do?”

He lifts one perfect eyebrow. “Of course. I’ll show you everything.”

Twenty-Four

CARSON

“Your office is fancy,” Rina says as she walks in ahead of me and sits in my chair behind the desk. “And looks way more like you than the penthouse upstairs.”

I know she didn’t like the penthouse, but when I had it built, that was kind of the point. There was no way I would have survived if I lived in a home that Rina had imagined, so I made it the exact opposite of what I knew she’d choose. But the truth is, I was hardly there.

I spent the bulk of my time working.

“Where does that door go?” she asks, pointing to her right.

“There’s a bathroom in there.”

“Does it have a shower and everything?”

I tip my head to the side, watching her. “It does. Do you want that shower after all, Sunshine?”

“No. I just think that you actually lived in here the majority of the time, and that’s why the penthouse upstairs is more of a mausoleum.”

“You’re not wrong,” I murmur and cross to her. But I don’t walk around and pull her out of my seat. Instead, I sit across from her in one of the two black visitors’ chairs.

“So, tell me about business,” she says calmly as she crosses her legs, looking every inch the powerful queen that she is, and it makes my cock twitch. “As much as you feel comfortable telling me.”

“I’ll tell you everything,” I reply, knowing full well that it’s the truth. “You’re my partner. My queen. And we’re married, so you can’t be made to testify against me.”

Her lips tip up into a smile, and then she frowns. “Are we legally married?”