Page 18 of Vengeful King

“She’ll be on her way.”

I pull up to my place and barely pay attention to parking. I can feel my blood being pushed through my veins; there’s a beating in my chest that’s different. A hunger I can’t quite describe. I need this, and I need it now.

I’m antsy when I get in. I pour whiskey, just a thin amber sheen across the bottom of my glass. I down it at once, but the burn as it pours down my throat doesn’t do much to distract me.

When the doorbell rings, I’m keyed up. I open it, and the woman barely steps inside before I’m on her, kissing her neck. That hunger is still right there as I push her back into the office behind her. I can hear her moan as I guide her back, and there’s a flicker of annoyance in me. I hope she won’t be as theatrical as the last girl.

I pull a condom out and roll it on. I sink into a chair and guide her, one hand on her neck. She slides onto the floor easily, practiced, and ducks. She starts to suck my dick without any more encouragement. She knows what to do.

I try to let myself drift, but all I can see is her blonde hair and the way her blue eyes flick up to me occasionally, watching, trying to understand what I’m looking for.

I don’t even know what I’m looking for. I just know this isn’t it.

It’s not doing much for me. I want it to, want to get this out of my system, but it’s going nowhere. I’m hard but far from finishing, waiting for something I can’t name.

I take her chin and get her to stand up. She backs up against the wall behind her; I slide a finger inside her, feeling that she’s wet. She moans when I work her open, slow, exploring. I try to focus on the movements, the sensations. The sound of her.

But something is wrong.

God damn it. I just want to fucking finish.

I drive into her, filling her with my cock in one thrust. I don’t hold back, moving harder and more roughly than usual. The woman slaps her palms against the wall. Her chest heaves; I watch her breasts rise and fall. I watch her back arch. But none of it does anything for me.

Fucking hell.

I slam into her several more times, growling with each thrust. Then I curse gruffly and pull out, letting her skirt fall back down. She blinks hazily, her cheeks red.

As she straightens to look at me, I jerk my chin toward the door.

“Get out.”

She’s lost at first. Thrown for a loop. I can see in her expression that she’s a little offended, or maybe disappointed. But she’s getting paid all the same, so after hesitating for another second, she leaves. What does it matter to her?

When the door shuts behind her, I pull the condom off. I toss it in the corner and sink back into the chair. I start to jerk off, letting my mind wander.

And again, my thoughts stray to Kate.

It’s immediate. Like a magic word, I can feel myself getting rock-hard. It’s intense, a rush that happens almost all at once. I finally lose myself, ignoring everything that’s wrong about this, instead letting it take over.

I think about what it would be like to have her on her knees instead, sucking me off. I can almost see her when I shut my eyes, feel her auburn hair tangled in my fingers. I know she wouldn’t be fake—I wouldn’t let her. I’d push her right to the edge of what she could take, and I’d savor every moan and whimper that fell from her swollen lips as they stretched around my cock so perfectly.

My fist moves faster as I think of fucking her. I’d lay her out and watch her perfect breasts bounce. I’d hold her waist, feeling her curves beneath my hands. I would slide into her all at once, letting her heat tighten around me. Maybe she’d moan then, unable to stop herself, reacting to my cock filling her.

I think about slamming into her harder. I think about her bracing her hands on the headboard, about her back arching off the bed. I think about how I’d leave marks on her skin where I held her, gripping her tight as I drove in harder and faster.

I can hear it. I can hear how wet she’d be, hear myself slamming into her body again and again. I can hear her gasps as she gets closer, her cries as she wordlessly tells me she’s going to come.

I can see her perfect body twist under my hands, clenched tight around my cock. Taking all of me in. Wanting nothing more than for me to fuck her again and again, make her come until she forgets everything but my name.

I’d empty myself inside her. I’d feel every rush of her orgasm, every muscle in her body tensing. As I think of Kate beneath me, sweat beading on her soft skin, I come hard, spilling all over my hand.

The tension slowly drains from my shoulders, but even as it does, my jaw clenches.

Shit.

This is going to be a problem.

CHAPTER7

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