Page 32 of Cruel Seduction (Underground Kings 2)

“Oh, you’re being fucking ridiculous,” I huff to myself, chew on my thumbnail, and look at the door again. My leg shakes still. The sexual deprived man I’ve oppressed for the last … my god. I can’t even remember the last time I got laid. It had to have been before prison. He nudges the back of my mind and tells me to go look inside my room to see if the girls are getting busy.

I readjust my erection and stand, taking a deep breath, and I hurry down the hall toward the kitchen. I need a drink. I grab a beer from the fridge and close the door, then I think better of it and grab a few more, then carry them to the reading room.

Right as I sit, Quinn comes out of the bedroom. Her cheeks are flushed, and she wipes her forehead as if she just had a strenuous workout.

Jesus, Sebastian, get your shit together.

“Your shower gets so hot, Sebastian.”

I lift my brows and choke on my drink. “Hmm?”

She points over her shoulder. “Your shower. The temperature on the hot water is scorching. I don’t know how you deal with it.”

Oh, I thought she had said something completely different.

“I like my water hot,” I choke out, guzzling an ice-cold beer down my throat.

“Well, she’s asking for you. I’m going to see Jaxon. Whew, I’m sweating. You really need to have that looked at, Sebastian. She could faint in there.”

Quinn bringing up Gabriella’s safety has all the dirty thoughts disappearing from my head, and I bolt forward and crash through my bedroom door to see Gabriella stepping out of the bathroom. Tendrils of steam follow her like fog. She has a skimpy white towel wrapped around her chest, and she is towel drying her hair. The wet locks fall over her shoulders, sticking to her tan skin. I see the brief small crisscross of scars over her chest, but I still think she is the prettiest, sexiest woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on.

“Sebastian, is everything okay?” Her fucking brown doe eyes are wide as the moon, and I want to bend down and kiss her so bad.

I set the beer down on the nightstand and try not to look at her, I really do, but that towel comes to her mid-thigh, and her breasts are pushed together in the towel. She is every man’s fucking fantasy. Kendrick is an idiot, and I am glad for it because this woman is mine.

“Sebastian, you’re worrying me.”

“Quinn said you were asking for me?” I manage to pry my damn tongue from the roof of my mouth and stare at the ceiling so I won’t check her out. She probably thinks I’m a creep or something. After everything she has been through, I’m fucking hot for her.

No, needy.

Yeah, I am fucking needy for her.

Any guy who loves a girl is needy for them, and if they say they aren't, well … they are fucking liars or assholes or both.

“Is everything okay? Something wrong with your ceiling?” she asks, stepping closer to me and my bodywash wafts over to me. I didn’t think it was possible for a manly scented soap to arouse me, but coming from her? Knowing it is my soap on her skin? Yeah, I can barely contain myself

“No, nothing at all.”

Her hand lands on my chest and my eyes fall from the ceiling to hers. Her lashes are still wet from the shower, and the energy between us shifts. The air is sucked out of the room, and she licks her plump, dark pink lips, and steps closer to me, filling the gap between us.

I close my eyes and begin to count to ten, something I do when I try to gain control of myself, but I can’t count to ten, not with her in my space and her hand against my chest. Each stroke of her finger against me is red hot, and I swallow a moan.

It isn’t because I am touch deprived.

I’m Gabriella deprived, and I hung on a very, very, tight thread when it comes to her. I have to give her time to wrap her head around what her life is now. She has trauma.

“Sebastian.”

My eyes shut again, relishing in the wispy way she says my name, like she can’t catch her breath. My cock aches. There is no way she can’t see how she affects me. My mind swirls with thoughts of her dropping that fucking towel, pinning her against the wall, and fucking her. I want to show her what it is like for a real man to fuck his woman, a man who cares about her pleasure and only wants her pleasure.

Nothing makes me feel higher than a woman coming on my cock. There isn’t a greater compliment. It means I am doing my job as a man to please her, and I want to do that for Gabby.

“Gabby,” I say her name on a painful breath, and she steps closer again.

The soft crumble of her towel falling to the ground has me snapping my eyes open. My eyes rake her slowly, mapping every inch, ever curve, and I stare at her small, perky tits. Her nipples are a light brown, like milk chocolate pieces of candy, and I want to suck them into my mouth and have them melt against my tongue.

There are white faded scars along her torso, and I want to ask about them, but now isn’t the time. She is showing me her body because she wants this as much as I do. She has a dark patch of hair above her pussy, and my mouth waters. I want to bury by nose into that bush and inhale while my fingers fuck her tightness.

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