Page 85 of King of Inferno

He stands to his full height, holding me to his face. I’m so wet and ready to feel him inside me. A grin comes to my face as I have an idea.

Before he can react, I lift and plant my foot on his shoulder. I then push off and backflip, impaling myself on his hard shaft. He groans deeply and grabs my ass.

“Fuck,” he growls out. “I’m trying to make love to you, baby, but you’re gonna make me fuck the shit out of you.”

“Every time you fuck me, you make love to me. Let’s stick to who we are,” I moan as I hold his face.

I kiss him, sucking his tongue into my mouth as he starts to bounce me harder. I should be careful what I ask for. Bradan abandons all thoughts of making love and going slow.

He fucks me like he’ll lose me if he stops. I’m here for it. I ride his dick like I need it to breathe. With each stroke, I feel our connection deepening.

I almost ask him to give me a baby as he promised, but I hold off. Something tells me we have a bumpy road ahead of us with that crazy bitch loose.

After hours of fucking, Bradan looks into my eyes as he sits on the edge of the bed with me straddling his lap, riding him. We breathe each other in as sweat pours down my back and between my breasts. His hair is like a curtain over my head and in our faces.

“Damnit, Taylor. You set me on fire. You’re all I want and need,” he growls in my ear before he releases into me.

I gasp as his seed triggers me and send me over. He allows me into his head and all his emotions come crashing down on me. I’m so overwhelmed by them, I burst into tears.

“I love you,” I sob as he kisses the top of my head.

I pull back to look him in the eyes. He cups my face and brushes his thumb across my bottom lip. Moving his hand to my throat, he palms it and tugs me into a hot, searing kiss.

There’s something different about this kiss. It speaks of need, love and desperation. I think back to the song he played earlier. Then, he speaks to my thoughts.

“I’m never going to lose you. I can’t,” he rumbles.

Dangerous Red

“What happened to her?” The redhead woman says as Cole helps me into an older-looking mansion.

At least this place is clean. One glance around and it’s clear the place may be old, but it still holds its opulence.

Whoever this mistress is, she comes from a decent status. I wonder where Cole came across her? He’s not the kind to be welcomed into any inner circles. Although he’s tried to cling to me over the years. Noir is the one who entertains him as her apprentice.

I’ve told her time and again it’s nothing but wasted time. However, her heart is too kind. She would feed a stray and starve herself.

“She went after his mate again. She’s stronger now and?—”

“She’s nothing. He has surrounded her with wolves. Her time will come the next time we meet,” I seethe, cutting him off.

“Come, let me heal you,” the woman says.

I stop and stiffen as I recognize the woman and her aura. My mind whirls with a million questions. Why would she help me? Why is she here?

“Auntie Azar?”

She sighs. “Yes, my child. Come, you are severely hurt. I need to work on the internal damage before it’s too late.”

“Oh, thank the gods, you know her?” Cole breathes.

“Oh yes, well, you have served your purpose. Seraphina, are you terribly attached to this one?”

“Not particularly.”

“W … hat?” Cole stammers out.

“Excellent. I would hate to carry dead weight,” Aunt Azar says.

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