Page 19 of To Claim A King
Since when did I simper for anybody?
“That is quite brilliant,Rojo.” His voice was low and his eyes now set in a dusky stare, an intense liquid gaze of impressed… lust?
Please let it be lust.
“I must admit, you are quite… surprising.”
He leaned in closer still. The lips I’d been fecking dreaming to kiss brushed over the top of my earlobe and forced a zing of electricity down my spine. I jolted in the seat, and he chuckled darkly against my skin.
“Do I make you nervous,Rojo?” A large hand with long, strong fingers slid down to my thigh and gently squeezed the tense muscle, creating another zing, though this time it went right to my dick. It twitched painfully in my sweats, standing at attention like I was fourteen again with a PornHub password.
Aaron’s mouth retreated from my ear. “Or perhaps this is not what you want?”
He started to remove his hand from my skin, but I clamped my palm over his in a death grip.
“You’re a bit of a scary brute, Roboto.” The words I whispered were a little pitched as I turned to face him properly. “But, feck, I want you to kiss the fucking shyte out of me right now.”
Amber eyes flashed gold, and that was the last I saw of them before he gripped my chin tightly with one hand and leaned in, pressing the softest lips I’d ever felt against mine. He maintained steady pressure, coaxing me to open my mouth up to him, slipping his tongue against mine in acommanding caress that made me putty to mold in his hold. He was so hot and wet and…
Christ, I was explaining the kiss of a lifetime like I was tonguing a cup of coffee, not the delicious tempting taste forcing pre-cum to weep from the tip of my painfully stiff cock. I reached both hands up to cradle his neck, careful not to jostle his torso, and let him take complete control of my mouth and my body. Whatever he wanted in the moment was his. He could take any piece of me, flay skin off my arse, it wouldn’t matter. I’d do whatever he asked with a goddamn grin.
With Kellan, I thrived on being a brat, worming my way under his skin until he couldn’t help taking me. With my Blondie, I loved being whoever and whatever she needed—a sex toy to punish, a pleasurer to take away her pain—I didn’t care, as long as she was using me in whatever way pleased her.
But with Aaron—I wanted to be the one he took care of. The baby doll to his Daddy. If sex with him was anything like this kiss, I was going to die averyhappy man.
Before I could crawl into his lap and grind the shit out of him, he slowed down the kiss until it came to a complete and gentle stop. Leisurely pulling away, he bowed his head to touch mine, like we were seasoned lovers instead of onetime kissers.
“I am tired,Rojo,” he admitted with a light chuckle, but there wasn’t a hint of regret in his expression. Just the cutest flushed cheeks and bright eyes—looking nothing like the robot I knew—and something settled into place in my heart.
I wanted a seat at Kellan and Hillary’s table—I’d known that for months. I wanted to slide into their lives as a permanent fixture and never look back. And now, I was sure I wanted Aaron there too.
If the may-or-may-not-exist gods and goddesses were smiling down on us, I hoped they gave us the family we’dnever had as our present, once we worked our way through the shittiest set of circumstances known to man.
I smiled back at the still-scary-but-incredibly-cute crush of mine and stood. Leaning down, I guided my hand to his lower back and pulled him upward.
“Then let’s go for a nap, Roboto. I’ll get you into bed.”
“If you could kindly return my calls,dear daughter.” My father’s voice sneered through the voice message forwarded to my new phone. “I need to speak to you.”
I couldn’t stifle my eye roll as I listened through the remainder of the message. My egotistical sperm-donor felt the need to remind me of my family duty a half a dozen times before hanging up, with Marcie’s simpering voice in the background at the end.
What a gold-digging tramp.
The pair of them, really. By my calculations, Daddy would have run out of his monthly stipend by now. He always did by the third week and had somehowdetermined a lecture was the best way to get me to pour more money into his bank account. Truthfully, I’d done it a few times just to shut him up, but I’d be damned if he got another red cent out of me outside of our original agreement.
As it was, I was looking into the legality of ripping up that arrangement. Since the audacious Christmas request, I no longer felt indebted to the man who insisted on using me as an ATM instead of learning from his own poor choices. Especially when my assets, like my paintings, were suspiciously missing. Sold for cash, no doubt. I couldn’t trace cash like I could all of his other transactions, and Camden Lane was getting craftier as he continued to screw me.
The irony was not lost on me. I was spending valuable time listening to my selfish, pitiful father complain while I was evading the wrath of two dangerous men.
A call came through the line the moment I deleted his third message. I didn’t recognize the number, but picked it up on the second ring.
“Hillary Lane,” I answered with authority, my gaze catching on the bleak buildings covered in a drab coating of late February outside the car window. Joey was driving us in our new rented Audi to Tracey Williams Law for my first appointment with Weston. After Kellan’s meeting with Trish, I needed to arm myself with strong legal counsel to prepare for whatever came at us next.
“Ms. Lane.” An equally authoritative female voice addressed me coolly. “Excellent to hear your voice. I’m Agent Smith with the FBI. I’ve been trying to reach you through your office, but it seems you haven’t been there these last few days. We’d like to bring you in for questioning on a particular case.”
My breath hitched in my throat, heart rate skyrocketing. It was the call I’d been expecting, but I was nowhere near prepared for it. Through my crusade, I’d convinced myself I was untouchable. The work I was doingcould be rectified legally if it came to that. I’d pay Tracey Williams Law a small fortune to pad my gamble, but that’s all it was. A heavily fortified gamble.
Calm, Hill. Calm.
