Page 66 of King of Deception

This man lights me on fire.

I’m ready to be consumed by the flame.

His tongue tangles with mine, his arms cradling my body. I barely feel when he stands and sets me lightly on my feet. It’s not until he pulls back, that I make a small sound of protest.

He grins down at me, his eyes full of wicked intent. “I’m going to strip those little shorts off you, luv, and this seems the easiest way.”

“Oh,” I blush as his hands come to my waist. He catches the hem of my tank and gently pulls it over my head. My muscles twinge a bit as I drop my arms. He kisses along my collarbone, unhooking my bra and sliding it down my arms. He stops, tracing a few bruises.

I look away. I don’t want to think about them, about what happened earlier. All I care about is him.

“He’s going to pay,” Gris whispers against my skin.

“He already did,” I answer, grabbing the hem of Gris’s shirt. “And let’s not talk about any of that. I only want to think about you.”

He shrugs his own shirt off and then pulls me into his embrace as he nuzzles my ear. “No man is ever hurting you again.”

My eyes drift close as I tip my head back, his lips sliding up my neck. Gris is more than strong enough to keep me safe. Protected.

I reach between us, undoing the button of my shorts. “I know.”

He smiles against my skin. “You do, do you?”

I slide my hands up his arms, stopping at his biceps. Gently, I give them both a squeeze. “But, Gris...”

“Yeah, luv?”

“Don’t do too much damage to your family. Mine was already blowing apart, but I don’t want you to lose yours…” I know what he’s doing. If we leave, he proves to me there wasn’t an agenda. He really loves me.

But I don’t want to see his brothers hurt because of me.

He looks down at me, his gaze nearly unreadable as he reaches for the zipper on my shorts, unzipping them, before pulling them down over my hips.

My hands come to his shoulders. He squats lower, sliding the shorts over my skin as he leans in and kisses my hip. “Are you trying to protect my family?”

“I suppose that’s silly, considering I don’t know any of them.” The shorts hit the floor, and he skims his hands back up my legs until he’s holding my hips in his hands. He’s still squatting down in front of me.

“It’s not silly at all. I love how soft you are, caring. It’s not a trait that’s represented much in my family.” He stands, letting go of me long enough to shuck off his own pants.

As many times as I’ve seen him without clothes, I still stare, my own body heating as my eyes travel down his perfect frame. “God, Gris, you’re so…”

He’s still wearing boxer briefs, but I can see his erection and I reach out, stroking him through his underwear.

I love the feel of him in my hand and I give him a small squeeze, licking my lips.

“Bella,” his hoarse groan fills the room. “When you lick your lips like that…”

“I want to taste you,” I whisper back.

I know what he wants. He wants to protect me tonight. But here is the thing. He already did that, right when I needed him most.

Now it’s my turn to worship him. I feel it deep down, how much I want to give to him. My body, my heart, my time, and all my love. It all belongs to him. It’s my turn to drop to my knees as I pull the briefs down to his thighs, his cock springing free and bumping right into my lip.

It knows exactly where it wants to be.

I flick my tongue out and give him a lick, a taste, before I wrap my lips around the head and give a small suckle.

“Fuck,” he grits out, his hand coming into my hair.

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