Page 72 of King of Ruin

“When you smile–”

I lower my gaze. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

“Ruin this moment by saying I should smile more.”

He blows air from his nose and grips my chin to look at him. “I like that you don’t smile.”

My brows furrow and he grins.

“I love how reserved you are. How most think you’re quiet, but really you’re observant–reading everybody in the room, knowing their next move the moment they make it. You categorize everything, think with a sound mind, and always plan meticulously. You save your emotions. And when I get you mad or make you smile, it’s an achievement I know I’ve truly earned.”

I ignore my heart thrumming in my chest and the ache settling between my thighs. “So you enjoy frustrating me?”

“A little. But my favorite–” He drops his hands and traces idle lines down to my nipples. Goosebumps sprout over my exposed flesh as I watch him work his way past my waist and over my hips. “Is making you unravel.”

I smirk and enjoy the way his eyes move to my mouth. “Speaking of which, clean up your mess.”

“I don’t know. I rather like knowing you’ll be walking around with my cum dripping down your thigh.”

I lift a brow and he chuckles. It’s deep and throaty, traveling straight into my core. I wasn’t aware just how much I liked such minuscule things about him, but I do. Before I considered him my temporary peace. A break from the internal chaos. Slowly, though, things have changed. Morphed into something deeper.

It makes me wish we didn’t have to end when everything else does. That somehow we could both make it through this and find each other on the other side.

“Stay with me. Right here. Just for a little longer.”

“Kane,” I breathe, suddenly feeling the burn radiate across my chest. It’s a familiar ache and I understand what it is almost immediately.

It’s loss.

I know I’ll lose him in my need for vengeance. I’ll lose hope for what comes after I find justice.

And there’s nothing either of us can do to change that because while I didn’t start this feud, Iwillfinish it.

“Hey, look at me,” Kane’s husky voice draws my attention.

He presses against one side of my hip, coaxing me to my back, before moving on top of me. He kisses my lips gently before peppering more across my jaw and down the column of my neck.

I ignore the rising heat and make a fairly weak attempt to push him off. “What are you doing?”

He’s at my breast now, adding small bites as he works his way to my nipples. I arch into him when his warm mouth sucks one into his mouth, my heady moans fill the air.

“Kane.”

He releases my breast and continues on his path down. “You told me to clean you up.”

“With a towel. We have places to be. Men to kill.”

He chuckles, the vibration so close to my clit I whimper. “My watch says they aren’t expecting us for another ten minutes. Didn’t you say to fuck you like this is our last time? That includes kissing this delicious cunt of yours goodbye, too.”

Something in my chest cracks, but he doesn’t allow me to feel it for long because his tongue glides over my slit.

A sharp hiss escapes from my clenched teeth as he does it again, running the flat of his tongue over my pussy as though he’s licking the melting side of a popsicle.

My clit throbs, the nerves fraying from the lack of friction. “Up, Kane.”

“Hmmm. Is that desperation I hear?”

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