Page 107 of King of Cruelty

How we got into the car to drive to the party, but only made it as far as the cliff, was anyone’s guess.

My love, Bane, still preferred to be outside in nature instead of stuck in the city. That led to his buying another cabin in Elmshire Woods, but this one sat at the base of a gentle, sloping cliff that provided the most beautiful view of the thriving city below.

We were currently screwing each other’s brains out and ignoring that view completely.

Bane bit my panties and dragged them off with his teeth, tossing them somewhere over the passenger’s seat. “My goodness, woman, you just get finer with age. Every fucking day, more sinfully gorgeous than the last.”

“Don’t say that like I’m old.” I poked him with my toe. “I’m only twenty-eight. You’re the one walking through your thirties.”

“And Liam’s the one doddering into his forties.”

I laughed. “No one is doddering anywhere. But you can,” I said, spreading my legs like the wanton minx I was. “In this pussy.”

“I’ll take you up on that.” Swooping down, Bane buried between my legs and latched onto my clit, sucking on the thing like he was trying to take it off.

“Ahh!” I cried out—electricity zipping through my body and lighting the world on fire. Heat, and love, and lust, and five years of breaking through each other’s walls to build something whole, wonderful, and all ours—came to life under my skin.

I kicked, wiggled and bucked under his ministrations, helpless to his expert tongue and its relentless dipping and diving into my well—turning the heat in my core up to maximum.

Bane reached up and captured my breasts, tweaking and tugging my nipples as if I wasn’t enough of a helpless mess.

“Yes, baby, more,” I breathed, anchoring my foot against the headrest, and rocking back and forth on his tongue.

My eyes rolled back in my head when one hand dropped back and his finger joined the party, pressing against my puckered entrance and slipping inside. “Holy flipping fuck that’s good.” I smacked his ass with my foot, making him chuckle and send vibrations through my out-of-control core. “Don’t you dare stop!”

He most definitely did not stop.

Bane’s other hand surrendered my nipple only to claim my clit. He rubbed hard—just the right amount of friction and pressure to make me—

“Ahhh!” I snapped my back in half, coming so hard I slipped off the leather and wound up flopping and jerking on the car floor—riding the delicious crashing waves that tossed me back under every time I tried to catch my breath.

Grinning, Bane picked me up—seating me firmly on his lap as I rode the ride down, gasping and panting on his chest. “My goodness, man, you give good orgasm.”

“You know I aim to please, baby.” He kissed the crap out of me, swiping his tongue across my lips, then plundering my mouth—reducing me to more of a mound of boneless jelly. “Now, giddy-up, cowgirl.”

I blushed. Once—just once!—I decided to surprise Bane with a sexy cowgirl outfit complete with fake sidearms. The man lost his mind and took me right there on the floor while I was still figuring out the lasso. I was screaming his name with my fake gun fucking my pussy within ten minutes.

I’d been his cowgirl ever since.

“Okay.” I nipped his nose. “But only because there’s a little outfit you’ll be wearing for me tonight.”

“Fine with me. You know the Savage Prince motto.” His smirk set my body ablaze. “Whatever gets Mackenzie Blaine’s thong off.”

It was their motto. Sunny even shouted it one time when he got in a bar brawl with some jerks who were hitting on me and Sienna, and ignoring our clear requests to go away.

I couldn’t help rolling my eyes and loving Sunny more when I thought of that.

Rising up, I didn’t waste any time and impaled myself on his dick—letting the magnificent beast between his legs stretch me in all the right ways.

Throwing my head back, I released a deep, long, satisfying moan—the two of us safe in our little, quiet, foggy world.

Bane held me close, peppering my chin, neck, and breasts with kisses as I moved, bouncing up and down on his lap.

Our moans mingled. Our breaths fogged the mirror. Our fingers threaded together—secure, firm, and forever.

I found that spot and impaled myself on it as rough as he drilled me, pumping in time to my bouncing.

“Yes, yes!” My moans were screams. I released his shoulders and pressed against the roof, balancing on the balls of my toes and widening my knees to receive him deeper, faster, andharder.

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