Page 151 of King of Envy

My skin buzzed. I reached forward and pressed the emergency stop button before modesty could talk me out of it. The elevator shuddered to a halt.

Vuk’s brows rose.

“I realized we never properly greeted each other.” I licked my lips. My throat was drier than parchment. “Today’s our first time seeing each other since Jordan and I broke things off. I’m not engaged anymore.”

It was like I’d tossed a lit match into a pool of gasoline. Sparks flared to life in the tiny elevator, and Vuk’s gaze darkened at the edges.

“No. You’re not.” If he were anyone else, the softness of his words would’ve sent me running. As it was, they only fanned the flame flickering in my core.

Nevertheless, I took an instinctive step back when he closed the distance between us. I hit the wooden rail, and Vuk placed his hands on either side of me, caging me in.

“There are no cameras in here,” he murmured, his lips skimming along my jaw. “I can do whatever I want to you…” He nipped my earlobe hard enough to make me whimper. “And no one will know a thing.”

My nipples hardened, and I didn’t bother to hold back a moan when his hand slid under my dress.

“Good,” I panted.

Vuk groaned. He pulled me in for a rough kiss and I returned it eagerly, my fingers digging into his shoulders while he picked me up and set me on the rail.

It wasn’t wide enough to hold me without support, so I wrapped my legs around his waist and deliberately arched against him. The thick, hard press of his erection against my clit elicited another, needier moan.

There was no engagement hanging over our heads anymore. Nothing to prevent us from giving and taking as much as we wanted, and God, Iwantedhim. So much so that I could barely breathe.

Vuk’s kiss grew more insistent as he pushed my dress up around my waist. Cool air grazed my inner thighs. The contrast between that and his body heat made my head swim.

He trailed his fingers along the seam of my underwear and slipped them past the flimsy silk.

“Soaked already.” He tsked like he was disappointed at my shamelessness. “You’ve been dreaming about getting fucked all week, haven’t you?”

I was growing wetter by the minute, but I couldn’t resist a little cheek. “Not all week. You fucked me on Saturday.”

It was only Friday, six days later.

Vuk laughed, the sound edged with dark amusement. “No,srce. That wasn’t fucking.” He withdrew his fingers and, before I could register what was happening, slapped my pussy with his hand. The shocking sting of his palm against my clit made me squeal. My vision hazed; arousal gushed and ruined my already drenched underwear. “This is.”

CHAPTER41

Vuk

Ayana’s needy cry was my undoing. She wasdrippingafter I slapped her pussy, and I didn’t bother to hold back when I hooked my fingers in her underwear again. I tore it off with one sharp yank and tossed the shredded material on the floor.

I’d been on edge all day. All damn week, if I were being honest. The ambush on Shepherd had monopolized my time and energy, which meant I hadn’t seen her in days.

I’d survived decades without her, but now that I had her in my life, I couldn’t imagine living in her absence.

I needed to see her.

Touch her.

Taste her.

Fill myself up with her so thoroughly that she was forever etched into my soul.

“Tell me.” I pushed a finger inside her. She was so wet it slid in without resistance. “Did you ever kiss Jordan during your engagement?”

Ayana’s breath stuttered. She rolled her hips, trying to grind against my hand without falling off the narrow rail. “Are you really asking me about another guy right now?”

I pushed deeper inside her, hitting a spot that made her gasp. “Answer me.” My tone was hard and unyielding.

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