Kingpin (Bride of the Billionaire)

“Ella!” Her screech is so loud I have to pull the phone from my ear. Sasha takes the opportunity to snatch it away from me.

“Where are you?” he asks. I can’t hear my mom’s reply. “I’m Ella’s friend. We’ll come pick you up, just tell us where you are. Okay. Thank you.”

He hangs up.

“I’m so sorry—”

“I’m sending a car for her,” he replies, sending a text on his phone. “They’ll bring her home and make sure she’s safe.”

“Wow,” I reply. “That’s so sweet of you—”

“I didn’t do it for her,” he says, his voice low. “I’m a selfish man. I don’t want you to leave me.”

He moves right in and my knees begin to shake. My whole body trembles as he presses his lips against mine.

His scent twists me, spins me into his grasp that the feeling of his rough hands on my body confirms. I close my eyes and give myself over to his embrace, expecting him to take me. But he’s still holding back. He pulls his lips from mine, and I open my eyes to see his filled with torment.

“We…we only have an hour,” I manage to whisper.

Sasha shakes his head.

“No, gorgeous. We have the rest of our lives.”

Oh. My. God.

A punch of pleasure hits me in the gut as he renews our embrace. Then he slides his hand up the inside of my thighs and presses two fingers against my mound, damp with unparalleled arousal. How is it possible to feel this good and barely have gotten started yet?

My back arches on its own, pressing my body against his. I’m suddenly aware of my breasts, my nipples, hard beneath my sports bra. But they only remain hidden for a moment more. Sasha lifts my top and bra off and over my head with a single movement. I stand topless before him, shocked at what I’m feeling.

I always thought I would be shy—anticipatory. But as Sasha drinks me in with his eyes, I’m not even remotely timid. In fact, I’m almost proud. The look of desire on his face is because of me. I’m warming the Ice Man.

“Fucking hell, look at those perfect teenage tits,” he growls as he unbuckles his belt. Even the sound of the metal causes me to stir inside. “You shouldn’t be here with a man like me.”

“Yes I should.”

“You need a nice man,” he says slowly.

“No, I don’t,” I reply, taking a step forward. “I need a bad man.”

That does it. Sasha’s fingers lift my skirt and slide into the hem of my spandex. With one sharp tug, they’re at my ankles, and before I know it, he’s bending me over the bottom steps.

“You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into, gorgeous,” he growls from behind me. I can feel his hot breath on my ass…between my thighs. On my most intimate places. “I’ll keep you away from the world. I’ll keep you as mine, and I’ll never get enough of you. You won’t be able to walk until I’m satisfied, and once you can, I’ll just take you over and over again.”

I’m shaking, and when I feel his hands spread me open, I almost collapse.

“Christ, look at that pretty pink pussy,” he mutters. “Untouched. I bet you’re tighter than a snare drum. You bring the animal out inside of me, gorgeous. I can’t make love to you. I have to fuck you. I have to devour you. I have to hurt you.”

“You won’t,” I say, my voice clinging desperately to my gasp. “I can take it.”

“No,” he growls. “No, gorgeous. You can’t. But I’ll start slow…at least, I’ll try.”

My face blossoms with heat when I feel it—his tongue pressing against my lips, the ones between my legs that no man has ever seen, let alone touched. It’s then that I’m aware of just how wet I really am as I feel his face go slick against my skin, softening the stubble on his chin.

He forces his tongue deep inside me, and I moan as the unexplainable pleasure takes me. This is a man who knows what he’s doing. He finds my clit instantly and licks it hungrily but daintily, as though he’s holding back. He inhales deeply, and for a moment I feel self-conscious about it, but the feeling is wiped away when he groans into me.

He loves it—maybe as much as I do.

It’s like I’m being worshipped. Suddenly, I feel like his queen. His dark queen bending over for him in his mansion that he built on the bodies of his enemies. And as my climax races towards me like a hot rod going 180 miles per hour on the highway, one thought fills my mind: Yeah, I could get used to this.