The Skull King (Skull 1)

I made the call.

He answered quickly, as if he knew exactly who it was. “What the fuck took you so long, baby?”

The second I heard him call me baby, my toes tightened in my heels. He wrapped me in that nickname like it was a blanket that smothered me. His voice was just as deep as ever, with a sexy hint of annoyance. I was more turned on by that single word than anything my husband ever said. “This is a bad idea…but I can’t stop myself.” Quiet music played over the speakers behind me, and people carried on their conversations while I had the large phone pressed to my ear. In real time, I knew I was getting myself into a bad situation, but I couldn’t stop it. This would lead to nowhere good, but I was doing it anyway…because I wanted it so bad.

“The only good things in life are the bad things.”

He walked me to his building and guided me into the living room on the top floor. Last time I was there, I didn’t have the chance to appreciate how luxurious it was. All I was thinking about was sex then, and while I was thinking about sex now, my mind was a little more focused. “The entire building is yours?”

“Yeah.” He walked to the bar. “You want a drink?”

“No.” I’d already drunk plenty at the bar. I didn’t want to be so drunk that I couldn’t drive home when this was over.

He made himself a scotch anyway. He downed the entire thing in one swallow then walked up to me, his broad shoulders still with power and his eyes focused like two lasers. When he reached me, one hand moved into my hair, and he cupped my face with the other.

My body immediately relaxed and my neck molded to whatever position he wanted it to be in. His fingers held the back of my head while his thumb rested in the corner of my mouth. He stared into my gaze without kissing me.

I loved to be touched like that, touched by a man who knew what he was doing.

He examined my face like he was searching for something, something he could spot deep in my green eyes. His blue gaze burned into mine as he stared me down like an aggressive bear, an animal that was about to rip me apart. “Never take that long to call me again.”

“I said I wasn’t going to call you.”

“And we both knew that was bullshit.” He lifted me and carried me into his bedroom down the hall, his muscular arms holding me so effortlessly. He dropped me on the bed and immediately went for my thong. His fingers slid over my hips, and he grasped the bright-pink underwear before he pulled them down my long legs. When they were loose, he brought them to his nose and smelled them, just as he smelled my juice on his fingertips.

My knees pressed together tightly as I felt my pussy ache. “Balto…” I hadn’t been this turned on in weeks, not even when I’d pictured him naked with my fingers deep inside my cunt. I loved saying that name on my lips. I wished I could say it out loud when Lucian took me.

Balto removed his t-shirt, revealing a body so hard, it seemed to be a living wall. His muscles stretched his skin because they were so strong and powerful. He had the perfect V shape, from his wide shoulders to his narrow hips. And then he had those sexy lines over his hips, the kind of cuts only men in porn had.

My legs opened again, wanting him inside me as soon as possible.

He stared right at my cunt as he undid his jeans and dropped his boxers. The clothes dropped to the floor and revealed his pulsing dick. It pointed right at my entrance like it had a radar that could detect my pussy on its own. “How am I going to fuck that pussy?” He crawled onto the bed and moved on top of me, my dress bunched up around my waist.

Once he was over me, my hands pressed against his abs and slowly moved up to the planes of his chest. My fingertips could feel the magnificent slab of strength underneath that searing hot skin. He was the strongest man I’d ever seen, ripped and lean. He wasn’t bulky like a weight lifter, but that didn’t mean his cut look didn’t make him strong. His arms were enormous, his waist so tight. I hadn’t had the opportunity to look at his back, but I imagined it was equally amazing.

“Any suggestions?” He hiked my dress up farther until he could pull it off my body entirely. I hadn’t worn a bra, so I was naked underneath him, my skin vulnerable to his hot mouth. His eyes roamed over the swell of my tits and down to my flat stomach. “You’re all woman…head to fucking toe.”