Chapter 5

I think I read this all wrong.

The way he was staring at me. The way he grabbed me and pulled me to him. The way he wouldn't let me go.

Was I wrong to think the man saw something in me besides a woman he could push around?

He was so close, his body so hot against mine. His tight grip on my arms felt possessive, but not in a creepy, stalker-ish kind of way. More like an I can barely control my desire to kiss you so you better do it for me way.

And yet now, with my lips pressed against his, he was just… standing there?

Good one, Carina. Looks like it's back to the Minx for you.

Except, when I tried to pull away, King pushed forward. His stiff lips softened against mine, his mouth opening the slightest bit, as if he were as unsure of how to do this as I was.

How did you kiss your boss, a man who hated you more than he would ever like you?

Quite honestly, kissing wasn't something I did. The last lover I'd spent time making out with was a female who enjoyed it almost as much as she liked being pegged. In the end, the strap-on always won, and I found I couldn't compete with the stamina of her toys.

For all my sexual experience, I was sorely lacking in this. But when King traced my lips with the tip of his tongue, whatever inhibitions I held started melting away. I opened my mouth, and he traced me again, this time dipping between my lips to touch my tongue. He held me like that, hands on my arms, as he licked into my mouth like I was a decadent treat, and I wondered if he really did like me.

Once more, I tried to pull away. And once more, King fought against my backward movement. He pulled me closer, his mouth opening and closing against mine as he looped an arm around my waist and spread his hand wide across my hip. His other hand curled around the back of my neck, his strong fingers tilting my head just so as he kissed me until my knees went weak and my traitorous heart began to melt.

Raising my hands to his face, I fingered the short hairs on his jaw before sliding my palms down the sides of his neck to his broad shoulders. A moan rose from my throat as he deepened the kiss. His arm around my back tightened, pulling at me until I was flush against him, and my breath hitched.

He was hard. I could feel the entire solid length of him pressed against my gut. I wanted to feel more of him, for him to feel me. I needed to be touched by this man, but he was focused on my mouth and nothing more.

"King," I whispered against his lips, my fingers poised at the buttons of his shirt.

His response was immediate, yet achingly slow. The hand at my neck shifted, angling my head as his kiss became brutal. The hand at my hip rose, loosening the tight fit of our lower bodies while pressing firmly at my back, keeping me right where he wanted me.

I was right where I wanted to be, too.

Although.

"King." I didn't wait for a response this time. I worked my fingers through the buttons of his shirt, spreading the fabric wide so I could feel the smooth, hard muscles underneath. But it wasn't enough. My hands ached to touch more, to feel him and hold him. To be touched by him.

When I undid the button on his pants, King snapped out whatever spell had turned him to stone. His hands gripped at me as if he were kneading putty, sliding along my sides, down to my ass, up my back, until every inch of me felt molded and shaped. His kisses fell from my mouth, along my jaw, down my throat until his face was buried in my chest, his lips and tongue tasting every inch of me while I struggled to stay standing on my shaky legs.

"Fucking hell, Carina," he growled against my chest as my fingers hooked into his waistband and tugged his pants down his long legs. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?"

"Make you mad?" I asked, wry laughter in my voice.

"Make me fucking ravenous," he countered, and the power of his voice knocked me backward. He held tight, gently lowering me to the edge of my bed. "Make me fucking crazy with lust. You can't begin to understand how difficult you are."

My body stiffened at his words even as he slid his shirt off his shoulders and stepped out of his shoes and pants. He stood before me in nothing but his briefs, his dark eyes turned black.

"Every day is a struggle with you," he said, cupping my jaw with his palm and dragging me to face him. "Trying not to want you is my biggest failure. All I can think about is touching you. Kissing you." He ran his thumb over my bottom lip. "Pleasuring you until my name is the only one that will ever cross your lips."

"King…" I grabbed his wrist, but he didn't remove his hand from my jaw.

"Yes, Carina?" The way he said my name was the same as how he said it every day since I'd met him. But now, seeing him with his eyes blown out and the wet patch the tip of his dick had left on his briefs, it had never sounded so full of reverence.

My ribs felt too tight for my chest, my stomach like something was swirling inside it. I couldn't meet his eyes. "Do you really want me?"

"Darling, if wanting you was an Olympic sport, I'd win a gold medal every minute of every day." His brow furrowed. "And you?" he asked as his grip on my jaw loosened. "Could you possibly want a man like me?"

I felt like a young girl again, like I'd learned the boy I liked actually liked me too. My nod was as close to controlled as I could get, though I probably looked like a cartoon the way I bobbed it up and down. I couldn't find it in me to care, though. Especially not as King bent to capture my lips with his. Or as he let me pull him onto the bed. Or as he hooked his arm around my waist and dragged me up the mattress before kneeling between my legs.

His big hands smoothed up my thighs, opening me to him. As his thumbs traced along the edges of my panties, he lifted his gaze to mine.

"Never in my life have I known a woman like you." He leaned forward, bracing himself with a hand beside my head. "You make me question everything I thought I wanted, everything I've ever needed. You're the only thing I can think of, Carina. Your smile. Your smart mouth. From the minute I wake up to the moment I fall asleep, you're on my mind. And my dreams?"

He dipped down to kiss me. With his tongue swirling with mine, I found the courage to touch him again. My palms smoothed down his hard chest, over his hard-packed abs, stopping on his hips only to rise to his chest again.

"Mmm." King edged back, peering down into my eyes. "I don't think my dreams could come close to reality."

"I want you," I whispered into the space between us.

"You already have me, darling. You've had me since the first time I laid eyes on you."

Was it wrong to want this? Maybe.

Would I regret it in the morning? Probably.

Was I going to let that stop me?

Not at all.

I reached for King, gripping his shoulders and pulling him to me. His kiss felt like the greatest praise, the moan he let loose when I slid my hands down his body was icing on the sweetest cake. But all of that was nothing compared to the way it felt to have his hands on me.

If there was a heaven, it would feel like this. Like King's big body nudging at my thighs, like his hands smoothing over my body, like his hot mouth devouring me.

I lifted my hips, greeting the gentle rock of his, wishing beyond anything that I'd pulled down his briefs when I took off his pants. He glided his hand down my side, slipped it under my body until he was palming my ass. King dragged his hand away, and I squirmed as he smoothed his fingers over hip and up my thigh. I gasped as his fingers slid into my panties, touching the wetness gathered at my core.

"So fucking wet for me, darling," he whispered in my ear, his fingers tracing me the way he had with his tongue. "Do you have any idea how turned on I am right now? How much I want to sink my cock into you?"

"Do it," I urged, chasing the movements of his fingers. "Please."

"Mmm, I like the sound of you begging. But I told you, I want to pleasure you until my name is the only one that will ever drip from your lips."

With that as a warning, King slid a long finger into my pussy at the same time he thrust his hips. The gasp I let loose at the sudden intrusion got stuck in my throat and came out sounding like something straight out of a porno. I wanted to die of embarrassment when he let out a dark laugh, but I didn"t get a chance. Because he'd added another finger, and this time when he thrust, there was no breath left in my throat.

He thrust, then thrust again, angling his hand as he curled his fingers, so I was stretched thin and aching, my body going mad. I was so gone for him, so lost in those movements, that I didn't notice he'd opened my robe until his mouth was locked on my breast.

A keening wail tore free from me as King pinched my clit and sucked so hard at my nipple that I saw stars flashing in front of my eyes. It felt like a string pulled tight inside of me, from my breast to where his fingers curled inside of me. I gripped his shoulders, holding on for dear life as his sucking ripped me in two right along that line. The room spun, and I swore I blacked out, because when I came to, his mouth was on my other breast.

King didn't stop, only kept going until another orgasm tore through me so quickly, I didn't even know how to react. It wasn't until he bent to kiss me that I realized he'd slowed to a stop. His hips settled between mine, his bare chest pressed against my aching nipples. As if my body's reaction wasn't bad enough, I became very aware of the wet slide of his fingers over my thigh and hip, of the soaked fabric that separated the two of us.

"You're beautiful when you come," he whispered before dropping his lips to mine. "Please let me see it again?"

I wasn't sure I would survive this—never once had I felt this way in the past. For someone who'd often used my body to get what I wanted out of life, I realized I was desperately lacking at this kind of pleasure.

While he waited for my answer, King traced his thumb over my sensitive nipple, causing me to arch my back at the sharp pain that little movement caused. I whined, and King laughed. I wanted to slap him, but he wouldn't stop, and any protest I might have found disappeared from my lips.

"This look suits you," he said, thumbing my nipple once again, his smile growing as I both chased and shied away from the pain.

I narrowed my eyes. "Thoroughly fucked?"

He shook his head, his eyes flaring in the lamp light. "Thoroughly pleasured. As you should be."

"King—"

"I love the sound of my name on your lips." He traced my mouth with his finger. "I want to hear you scream it as you clamp around my cock, darling. I want to watch you fall apart while you're telling the world exactly who makes you feel so good."

"King."

"Yes, just like that. But with my cock shoved so far inside of you, I won't ever come out."

Dirty words were a tool I'd used to seduce the men at the club. Never once had they been used on me, never once had they turned me on. But with King, I was finding everything was different. I wanted to experience all the things I'd missed out on, and I had a feeling he would be more than happy to be the one to show me the way.

Swallowing down a sharp retort that had always come so naturally in his presence, I brought my palm to his cheek. "Sugar, do me a favor?"

"Anything, Carina. I will do anything for you. Tell me, and I'll move the world for you."

I pointed at my bedside table without bothering to look that way. There was something I needed to see instead. "Get a condom?"

His eyes flashed as his nostrils flared, and for a moment, I thought I'd read him wrong again. Then he leaned forward, pressing his lips to mine as he climbed onto all fours before stretching to reach the drawer.

As he snagged a condom and ripped the package open, I tore down his underwear and pushed him down onto the bed. I grabbed the condom from him, fitting it over his tip before rolling it on, my hand sliding over his shaft as he slid my panties down my thighs and kicked his own underwear off his feet.

Settling my knees on either side of his legs, I grabbed his shoulders as he took hold of my hips. He lowered me down, notching his tip at my entrance before stopping, bringing his gaze back to mine.

"You don't have to do this, Carina." It wasn't much more than a whisper, and hope lay on the other side. "I won't hold it against you. Tell me now, or at any time, and I will stop and walk out of here without another word."

"What if I want you to stay?" I asked, tracing a fingertip under his jaw. "What if I want this?"

King moaned as I lowered myself down on his cock, and even though he'd had his fingers inside me minutes ago, this stretch almost hurt. He tightened his hold on my hips, dragging me down until there was no space between us. Then he dropped his forehead to my shoulder, sucking in a deep breath as the rest of his body froze.

"You feel like perfection, Carina," he said, each word that familiar sharp staccato that left my body trembling. "You fit me so perfectly; I don't know if I can survive you."

"You better," I told him, nudging his head with my face. "Because I'm not done with you."

His dark eyes met mine as he lifted his head, and his hand flashed up and grabbed the back of my neck. His lips were on mine in an instant, the hand remaining on my hip dragged me forward, grinding my throbbing clit against him. I whimpered, and he smiled. I gripped his face, and he grabbed my hips, slamming me back down on top of him each and every time I tried to rise.

When I threw my head back, King latched on to my neck, dragging his teeth against my flesh as he nipped and licked, making his way down until he had my nipple in his mouth again. One hard suck, and I was a goner, but King didn't let that stop him. He clamped his teeth on my nipple, fucked into me with all he had, and when I'd fallen apart a second time, he rolled me onto my back.

King hovered over me, his dick sliding in and out of my slick hole, his lips whispering praise against my flesh as he kissed me and held on to me like he'd never let me go.

It wasn't until he grabbed my ass, dragging my clit against him and forcing yet another orgasm from my over-sexed body, that he let out a roar that surely would have woken half the building. His arms were wrapped around me, his body flush against mine, his sweat and mine mingling as the two of us came down.

"So fucking perfect," he told me as an aftershock hit me, making my body tremble and my pussy clamp tight. "Don't ever want to let you go."

"Then don't," I told him, shaking my head.

After a long moment, King pulled out of me, stripped off the condom and tied it off. I grabbed his hand when he tried to get up.

"Stay." His dark eyes flared before his gaze dripped down my body like honey. For the first time in years, I felt lacking, felt like my body wasn't enough. Trying to keep my voice from shaking, I added, "At least for a little while?"

King stretched out on the bed beside me, then tucked a hair behind my ear and traced along my jaw. "You're a hard woman to say no to, Carina. You're very difficult indeed."