Page 73 of King of Ruin

I buck beneath him. “If you’d like to watch me do the job myself again, all you needed to do was ask.”

A sharp pain shoots up my cunt and all my muscles squeeze in tandem. He just bit me.

“Close that fucking mouth of yours and let me enjoy my last meal.”

My heart squeezes, but I nod, allowing my head to fall back. “Speak to me like that again and I slice that tongue fromyourmouth.”

I feel him smile against me. “Yes, ma’am.”

Then, he consumes me.

His mouth works over my clit with a ferocity I’ve never felt before. It’s urgent and hungry, and full of need. The desperation Kane spoke of earlier is evident in the way he licks me, and all too soon my mind is spinning from dizziness.

His fingers dig into the flesh of my thighs as he spreads me wider, focusing solely on my nerves.

I grab onto the sheets, tearing them closer to me as Kane’s tongue flicks over my clit faster than I thought possible. The orgasm builds quickly, and while every part of me wants to combust, the other wants to prolong this moment, to drag it out until the very last second.

My walls clench around nothing while heat expands until my legs begin to quiver. This only fuels Kane’s tortuous pace. “Kane, I–”

He tightens his grasp, the hold now painfully tight. I release the sheets with one hand and grab a hold of his hair, yanking him into me harder.

He fights my grip, pulling his head back slightly, and my eyes instinctively snap toward his. The deep hues of green with the embedded flecks of gold threaten to steal my breath as they tempt me to dive into them. From the tips of my hair, to the soles of my feet. I feelhim–his presence, his dominance–everything, everywhere. And I realize just how badly I’ll miss this.

Misshim.

Tears burn the delicate flesh of my lids as I lose my grip and collapse backward. Another few passes and I combust, everything exploding in my center and sending electricity outward. The orgasm rips through me all while he continues to suck my tender clit in his mouth.

Shock waves ripple through me until I’m nearly shaking, and it’s only then that Kane lifts his head. He eyes me for a minute in silence, both of us breathing too hard to say anything, but we don’t need to. The look of somberness passes over as reality settles in.

It’s him who finally breaks eye contact and stands, running his thumb along his bottom lip. “We tastesofucking good together.”

I bite into the inside of my cheek. “Is that so?”

“It is.” He nods slowly, drawing his lip between his teeth. “And I think you’re all clean now, Boss.”

This garners a small curve of one side of my lips. “I’d have to agree.”

He holds a hand out to help me stand. “Did Onyx Embros just agree with me on something?”

I roll my eyes as I hurry with retying my hair. “Spare me the semantics.”

He opens his mouth but is cut off by a knock at the door and a muffled voice coming through the cracks. “Five minutes, mate.”

Kane doesn’t respond but instead grabs me by my waist, and draws me to him. He presses a soft kiss to my nose before brushing a stray hair back into my bun. “Whatever happens down there, I need you to know something. No matter how we came to be, you made this life worth it.”

I swallow around the sudden lump lodged in my throat and nod. “As did you, Kane.”

He smiles and delivers a sharp slap on my ass. “Now let’s go make a mess.”

By the time we’re both dressed and suitable to leave, the butterflies and euphoria of our last moments together have faded into the background. In their place, adrenaline moves in, thrumming through my chest and tightening every muscle.

I’ve waited ten years for this. The moment I destroy the man who ordered my parents’ death but was too cowardly to pull the trigger himself. The things I’m going to do to him will pale in comparison to every other scum I’ve had the pleasure of killing.

Phineas’ death will be long and excruciating. It will take days, and only end when his head rolls on the floor while his heart takes its last beat in my hand.

And then, there’s Sam.

The executor.

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