Page 114 of The King of Hearts

“Not true. I would have taken you away.”

A part of me wants to slap his face and scream my hatred for him. I would never forgive him if he was the reason my family went to prison. I would hate him forever, and there wouldn’t be anything he could do to change it. That’s the rational part of me. The small bit of sanity that still resides inside. The angel on my shoulder.

The devil on the other side whispers in my ear to ignore that he was going to expose my family had I not agreed to his terms, and focus on the part where he said he destroyed the evidence and that it’s no longer a threat hanging over our head. That it hasn’t been for over a week. The dark part of me that kills people in cold blood and enjoys the pain that Ryker dishes out. That luxuriates in his unhealthy fixation with me.

The devil celebrates its win when I push hard against Ryker’s chest. Not expecting the move, he actually takes a step back. I come for him, pushing his chest again and again, until the back of his legs meet a kitchen chair. I flip it around so it faces the sofa.

“Sit,” I order.

I’m surprised but pleased when he falls into the chair.

“What are you doing, Vicious?” he asks, his head tilted slightly back and to the side, his expression curious.

“Taking control.”

One side of his mouth curves up into a half smile.

“That so?”

I nod.

“And you think I’ll allow it?”

“Yes.” I step up to him and he helpfully spreads his legs so I can move between them. “Because it’ll make me happy.”

His hands move to my outer thighs and slide up to my hips. “You think you’ve got me all figured out, don’t you?”

My head bobs up and down. “Yep.”

I push my fingers through his hair, gripping the strands, and yank his head back. My pussy gushes when his eyes flare with delicious heat. Dropping down, I bite his bottom lip hard, just as he’s done to me several times. “Now take off my clothes.” I lick the sore spot and tack on, “Daddy.”

A growl leaves his throat and the sound makes my pussy weep even more. That growl gets me every time.

“As you wish, my vicious little angel. Or should I call you my vicious little girl?”

“Call me whatever you want, as long as you’re removing my clothes as you do it.”

He grins in a way that would leave most people creeped out, but I love the lecherous look.

It only takes him seconds before I’m stripped bare in front of him, my clothes tossed wherever they land. His heated gaze slides down my body, momentarily stopping at the juncture between my legs where the inside of my thighs are already wet, before coming back up to meet my eyes.

He reaches for me, but I slap his hand away. “Nuh huh. I’m running the show this time.”

He smirks and settles back against the chair, his legs falling open with his hands resting on his thighs, all casual looking. “Then by all means.” He flips a hand in the air in front of him.

I lift one of my legs and prop my foot on his thigh, leaning against the back of the sofa. The position exposes my pussy, and I feel the damp air whisper across my flesh. I grab a handful of his hair and yank him closer.

“Eat me, Daddy.”

As if a starved man presented with a feast, a snarl leaves his lips as he dives forward. My head falls back at the first swipe of his tongue.

“Oh fuck!” I scream to the ceiling, my hand tightening in his thick strands. “Yes, Ryker.”

His answering growl reverberates against my flesh, and damn it feels so good. He starts at my back entrance and licks all the way up to my clit. At that tight bundle of nerves, he pulls it between his teeth and sucks hard. Bolts of intense pleasure zap through the nerve endings between my legs, and the one I’m still standing on almost buckles.

As if sensing my plight, Ryker wraps his fingers around my waist and blessedly holds me upright. I sag against the sofa anyway because every bone in my body has gone weightless. Using his hair, I pull him as close as I can get him, smothering his face.

“That’s right, baby,” Ryker growls against my flesh. “Ride my face. Fucking take what you want.”

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