Page 85 of 'Tis the season of Wicked Deeds

“Does he always glare?” I quirk. “Or did you do something to piss him off that day?”

He narrows his gaze in mock hurt. “What gave you that idea?”

“All the stories I heard about how you pranked your friends and caused chaos.”

A deep chuckle slips past his lips and he leans back in his chair, pulling me onto his lap. Sitting sideways, I place my elbow on his shoulder. “My pranking days are long behind me. As for Pierce, he’s quiet and grumpy. It was a miracle we got him to take a picture at all.”

“I thought you were grumpy too when we first met,” I confess, remembering the first time I saw him across the bustling restaurant six months ago. “Until you opened your mouth. Then I thought you were too cocky for your own good.”

As retaliation, he tickles my ribs and I squirm, trying to get away.

“Too cocky, huh?”

“Oh my God, stop,” I half laugh, half squeal. “You didn’t let me finish.”

“What?”

“That cocky men just happen to be my type.”

“Hmm.” He pauses the tickling and runs his tongue between his teeth. “I don’t think I like that answer.”

“Why? Shouldn’t you be happy?”

Lifting me by surprise, he settles my ass on his desk with his hands cupping the backs of my knees. “Because I don’t like the thought of you with any other men, let alone the mention of them on your lips. Your type is only one man and he has a name.Kingston. That’s the only acceptable answer from now on. Understood, little vixen?”

My heart races while a pulse ticks in my pussy, ignited by his demand. “Possessive much? I’m only yours for a week, King.”

“That’s what you think.”

“That’s what we agreed.”

Leaning into my face, he whispers right against my trembling lips, “I didn’t.”

Before I can retort, he makes quick work of turning and bending me over his desk with my feet on the ground. I gaspwhen he tears down my leggings with a single-minded intention. “King!”

“I think you need a reminder that games or not, I own you.”

I stare at the unlocked door to his office, fully aware his staff is back to work today. As Kingston’s calloused fingers slide my panties aside, I can hear the footsteps and chatter outside.

A metallic taste explodes on my tongue when I bite down on my lip in reaction to his swollen cock piercing my pussy in one wicked thrust.

No warning.

No adjusting.

No mercy.

He kicks my feet apart, nails leaving imprints around my hips as he grunts while making me see stars. My hungry pussy spasms and opens every time he bottoms out. His piercings glide and rub against my walls, hitting my G-spot when he angles his cock just right.

There’s madness and possession in his fierce thrusts.

The power screaming I’m his.

His to own.

His to corrupt.

His to fuck whenever he desires.

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