Page 206 of By His Rule

He takes the whole thing into his mouth, nipping my fingers in the process.

“You bit me,” I complain.

“I can do so much worse, Temptress. All you have to do is ask.” His words are dark and coated with pure lust. My thighs clench in the hope of putting a little pressure on my clit. I’m pretty sure if this continues too much longer, then I’m going to combust.

“Big promises, hot shot.”

“You’ve Googled me. You know I can deliver.”

“As if I believe any of those hussies who’ve sold their stories. For all I know, you paid them to blow smoke up your ass. You might be a shit lay with a tiny cock. Kian,” I shriek when he grabs my wrist and places my hand right on his dick.

He’s hard. So fucking hard. And he twitches under my touch.

My mouth waters, and my core aches.

Okay, so he doesn’t have a tiny cock.

“How does that feel to you?” he asks, releasing his grip.

I could pull my hand away, but I don’t. Instead, I move on instinct and gently stroke him.

A groan rumbles deep in his throat, and I’m hit with a rush of power.

I can undo this man with nothing more than a mere touch.

Suddenly, the table between us is pushed away, and when I look down, he’s shoving it with his foot, removing the single obstacle between us.

“Kian?” I whisper, barely able to talk.

“You’re driving me crazy, Temptress.” He reaches out and cups my face, his thumb brushing across my bottom lip. “I can’t stop thinking about that kiss.” His eyes jump to my mouth before returning to my eyes. “All I can think about is what would have happened if we didn’t stop.”

His cock jerks beneath my hand again, reminding me that I’m still touching him.

I pull my hand back, but not all the way. Instead, it rests on his muscular thigh as I wait to see what’s going to happen next.

“You think about it too, don’t you?”

“Kian.”

“I know you do. I know you feel this, too. Try to lie as much as you want—I don’t believe it. This,” he says, his thumb brushing my lips again, “is too potent for you not to feel it.”

He’s barely finished talking when he throws caution to the wind and leans in, replacing his thumb with his own lips.

“Oh my god,” I whimper as he kisses me softly, waiting for my permission before diving in further.

Fuck, his consideration alone is enough for me to jump off the cliff with both feet.

My hand moves again, firmly grasping him through his pants.

“Temptress,” he groans before his tongue plunges into my mouth, searching for mine to join.

His fingers twitch against my throat, his grip tightening, possessive even before his other hand slides up my leg until it comes to a stop at my waist.

Shifting closer, he presses as much of our bodies together as possible as the kiss gets deeper.

His tongue licks into my mouth with such determination, it’s like he wants to learn every single inch of me in one kiss alone.

With one of my hands still on his dick, the other sinks into his hair, my fingers gripping his locks tight and holding him in place—not that I really think he’s going anywhere.

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