Page 146 of The Kingpin's Call Girl

“You could’ve stopped that test. You could’ve stayed king, but you rescued me instead.”

I kiss the other side.

“I was only here for the vengeance,” he grits out, “and you were only here for your sister. We both got what we wanted. End of story.” He mumbles something abouta transaction.

“This is more than that. Look in your heart—you know.”

“You don’t want to know what’s in my heart.”

I crawl up more and kiss his chest. “I already know what’s in your heart, so you can fuck the fuck off because I love you.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I love you, and I think you love me too.”

His eyes blaze. I can’t read his expression for once. Is he happy? Angry? It doesn’t matter.

“You loved being king, and you came for me because you know this is more than a transaction. We make each other better, and it’s my turn to rescue you now.”

“You can’t.”

“Watch me.” I whip out a condom and unwrap it. “I love you like crazy, and you can’t stop me.”

“You’re gonna see that I’m right.”

I caress the sides of his cock, silky and hard. I wrap my hand over it loosely, exploring the shape of him, tracing the vein on the side with my thumb. I’m torn between taking him in my mouth and having him that way or getting right to the fucking. “I want you on every level possible.”

“God, put it on already.”

“There’s the spirit.” I roll on the condom.

I hover over him when I’m done and look down at him, right into his eyes. The whole world seems to have fallen silent except for our tandem ragged breathing.

“Luka.”

His expression gentles.

Maybe he knows I won’t let him go. I fit us together, enjoying the tip of him in me, lingering in this place.

His breath is ragged.

I lower down on him, watching. I’ve never felt so connected to anybody ever.

Warmth floods my body.

With a groan, he thrusts his hips, filling me deeper.

“Yes,” I say.

He thrusts up again, hard. It’s delicious, the feeling of him hard in me, quelling the ache between my legs.

He speeds up, but it comes to me, then, what he’s doing. He’s going for our usual feverish pace, all desperate and clawing.

“No, wait.” I press down on him and stay. “This isn’t that kind of fuck.” Slowly, I grind on him, making small circles of pure magic.

“This can’t be something it isn’t,” he says.

“It already is.” I bend down to kiss him. “And it’s already another kind of fuck because I love you so much.”

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