“It was one guy, and it was one time, and it was horrible, and I only did it to make you mad and—”
He devoured my next words. “Promise me?”
“It’s always been you, always.” I kissed him deeper, harder, warred with his tongue as he tried to dominate the kiss, his fingers digging into my hips.
He pulled back, out of breath. “Never thought I’d see the day the ruthless princess surrendered to the dragon.”
“Dragon?” I smirked. “Nah, the ruthless princess just surrendered to her King.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Junior
I wanted nothing more than to pull Serena into my arms and sleep in since it was a Saturday, but the last thing we needed was to get caught before this even really got started because believe me, there were things I was going to do to her that would keep her body humming for hours.
My body ached as I moved to a sitting position and then leaned over and pressed a kiss to her forehead. She moaned in her sleep, then blindly reached for me, brushing up against my dick.
“That’s not your phone, Serena,” I whispered.
“No.” She yawned. “My phone’s bigger.”
I tackled her onto her back while she burst out laughing. “Take it back…” I slid my hands down her sides and tickled her sensitive skin.
“Never!” Her laugh was so damn carefree my heart cracked in its darkness, wishing that I could keep that laugh, this version of her forever, hating that we all had a role to play, masks to wear.
A knock sounded on my door.
Thank God it was locked.
“Junior!” Nixon barked. “If Serena finds out you brought another whore home, she’s going to chop off your balls, cook them into your favorite dish, and feed them to you.”
“Yeah, Junior.” Serena murmured with a smirk. “I’m gonna grab these—” She reached for my dick, but I kept her pinned. “What? Afraid I might have a sharp object?”
“You’re nothing but sharp objects,” I whispered. “But don’t worry, I’m into it.”
“Yeah, you are.” Her eyes zeroed in on my mouth.
“Junior!” Nixon yelled again. “I’m serious, let the skank out the back and get ready for breakfast. We need to talk anyway.”
“Sorry, Nixon, right on it.” Actually, I was right on her.
I flipped off the door and pressed a heated kiss to her mouth before peeling myself away from her naked skin, and then walking toward the bathroom.
I heard Serena jogging behind me, felt the slap on my ass, then burst out laughing as I chased her into the shower.
“Mmm…” She rubbed soap up and down her body. “You need some?”
“Nah,” I gripped her breasts and squeezed lightly, then massaged up and down her stomach, using the slickness of the body wash to roam all over her nakedness.
Her breath hitched when I pulled us under the water and captured her mouth into a watery kiss that starved us of oxygen.
She clung to me, her arms wrapped around my neck, her hair sticking to my chin as our foreheads touched.
“Are you sore?” I asked softly.
“Even if I was…” She reached for me and stroked. “…do you really think I’d say no to having you any way I can?”
I cursed as she lifted her right leg and then hooked it around my hip, heaving herself up against my body as I pressed her against the wall, thrusting into her beneath the hot water, covering her would-be moans with my mouth. She was slippery everywhere, I dug into her ass harder, angling her down onto me. It always felt like a holy experience, being with her, maybe it was because she was it for me.
My soul mate.
My everything.
The other half of my dark, twisted heart.
She gripped my head with her hands and licked a trail of water down my neck as her thighs tightened around me. She was close; I could feel it in the way she met me thrust for thrust, the way her eyes flashed wild even though she tried to pretend she was calm.
“You with me?” I rasped.
She gave me a jerky nod. “Always with you.”
I might have filled her then, but I could have sworn her body was healing me as we both found our release and stared at each other.
“I’m never letting you go. You know that, right?” I slowly pulled back and let her slide down my body.
She turned around and gave me her back as I jerked her against me. Her breasts teased my forearm. “I think I would die if you did.”
We were quiet through the rest of the shower, though I did get my ass grabbed at least a dozen more times before I made it back to my room and changed.
I wasn’t sure what Nixon wanted, but the last thing I needed was to look like I just fucked his daughter.
The only problem? When I looked in the mirror, I looked way too excited to be headed to breakfast.