“You know what I want.” He sucks on my neck, dragging his teeth across my flesh, and I dig my fingers into his chest. “Let go and give it to me. It’s that easy.”
Nothing in life is ever easy. I think letting go is one of the hardest things anyone can ever do because it means trust.
“Please,” I get out because my whole body is on fire and only he can ease this ache.
“Please what?” he says against my skin, and I crack.
“Please make me cum, Magnus,” I whine, and his triumphant smile is one the devil would be jealous of.
“Anything for you.” He releases his hold around my waist, and I begin to rock. “Take what you want, love. Everything I have is yours.”
I don’t have time to think about what he’s saying as I grind down on him where I need it most. He tilts my head back, taking my mouth in another possessive kiss, but when he nips my bottom lip, it’s game over. The orgasm hits me hard because it was months in the making.
It rolls through my whole body, going on forever, and Magnus doesn't stop kissing me the whole time. He swallows my pleasure as the kiss goes from wild to slow and then somehow sweet. He’s taking his time and savoring it as I become limp in his arms.
When he releases my mouth, I’m breathless as I stare into his dark eyes, seeing a mixture of satisfaction and lust. It’s a small high and he still wants more, but I know he won’t take it. He needs me to want him as badly as he seems to want me, and he’ll wait until I’m desperate.
“Was that so bad?”
“It was okay.” I shrug as I somehow manage to keep my cool. My whole body is still tingling with pleasure so intense I’m surprised my lie doesn’t set me on fire. His nostrils flare, and that hard jaw of his clenches.
“I could spank you for lying to me.” My sex clenches at the thought of him flipping me over onto his knee and pulling down my panties, but I don’t let my expression show it. “But you might enjoy that too much.”
I’m irritated he can see through me, and as he lifts me off his lap and puts me on the seat next to him, I miss his warmth. I want to crawl back on him and sleep there forever, but I have to remember that I want to get away.
“Try it and see what happens,” I bluff, lifting my chin in defiance.
“One of the things I love most about you is that fire.” My stomach tights at how the word “love” so easily rolls off his tongue.
That can’t be right. Men want girls who fall into line, and Magnus is in this for the thrill of the chase. Once he has me he’ll be done because that’s how it always works for Amber and me.
As kids, foster families would think they'd be getting an adorable set of twins, but somehow we could never live up to their expectations. Even when we tried our hardest, we were always tossed back. Since then we haven’t let ourselves get caught.
Until now.
Chapter 4
Magnus
“If you don’t get out of the car, I’ll do it for you.” I straighten my suit and take a breath to give me patience. I need her on that plane, and as soon as I put distance between her and the people that could take her from me, the better.
“Is my sister on that plane?” She eyes the jet behind me and then narrows her eyes. “I’m gonna need proof of life.”
I clench my teeth and then look away. “No, they are delayed.”
“Is she okay?” She scoots closer to the door, forgetting her protest.
“She is perfectly fine.” I pause as I swallow hard, thinking about my brother’s pain. “Apparently Amber kneed Henrik in the balls.”
The laugh that bursts from her makes my insides soft. Is that all it takes to hear it again? The night we met it was freely given, and I would have given up my throne to possess it.
“That sounds like something my sister would do.” She looks at the plane once more and then back at me as she worries her bottom lip.
“I promise that if you come with me, you will see your sister again.” I hold my hand out and summon all the patience I have left, which is next to nothing. “I won’t hurt you.”
She sighs like I’m an idiot. “I know that, I’m just—”
“Enough.” I grab her arm and pull her out of the car before I throw her over my shoulder. She begins to kick her legs and beat on my back as I stomp to the plane. “I despise waiting.”
“Magnus, you big oaf! Let me down!”