Page 57 of Vengeful King

And she’s stunning.

I can’t help it. I want more.

With her chin in my hand, I pull her in and kiss her.

She responds immediately. I feel her body melting under my touch, like she was made to respond only to me. She presses herself up against me, fitting perfectly in my arms. I lean into her more, press her back, swallowing her moan when she responds to me handling her.

I can’t hold myself back. I slide my hands over her ass and she moans, fingers digging into my shoulders. I lift her suddenly, palms still on her ass, and slide her onto the small table near one end of the couch. I hear my books and things falling off, but I don’t give a shit.

I tug her pants down, rough.

“Fuck.” She whines a little, and I know her ass is still sore. It only makes me want her more—the sound of her whine, the thought of having her so out of control like I did when I had her on my lap.

I don’t stop to think. I pull her legs apart and slide a finger against her pussy, feeling how wet she is. She moans, her legs trembling from the sudden sensation. I lean in to eat her out, my tongue on her clit, and she cries out.

She tastes so good. I finger her at the same time, feeling her body tense around me. She’s immobile for a few minutes, gasping, her thighs shaking on my shoulders. It’s so much at once that she can’t even respond.

But I know it won’t last long.

“Let me have you,” I growl. “Open for me, baby girl. Ride my hand.”

I can feel it when she gives in, whatever was holding her back finally breaking. She rolls her hips against me, and then her fingers thread through my hair. She tugs at me, pulling me close, and I almost smirk. I know she’s given up, given in to me. She’s letting herself get lost in this.

I move faster. I plunge my fingers deeper, harder. Katrina gasps, her legs tensing, holding me closer. I work her open with my fingers and tongue, thinking only about what it will feel like when I finally get inside her.

God, she’s fucking perfect. When she isn’t holding back, it’s incredible—her body rolls against me, the movement of her hips fluid.

It feels like forever since I’ve seen her dance, but it reminds me why I wanted her in the first place. She moves like no one else. It’s amazing how fluid her body is, how easily it responds to me. She was sexy when I saw her on stage. Right now, in my hands, she’s on fire.

“There you go,” I rasp. “So fucking good. Just like that. I know you want to come. So be a good girl and come on my goddamn face.”

I can feel her getting closer. Her breathing is coming in gasps and her hands are tight, one on my head and the other gripping my arm.

I want her to come. I go harder, hitting a spot that makes her cry out. I hit it again and again, feeling her hips jerk against me faster. She’s chasing it just like I am, and I know she wants what I want.

“Lachlan!”

She screams my name as she falls apart.

And damned if it isn’t the sweetest fucking sound I’ve ever heard.

CHAPTER21

Katrina

I don’t know how we got here, my hand in his hair and his mouth on my body.

It feels like a fever dream. One second, I was terrified of reality—of the crushing truth that I was stuck in the middle of an old feud between two dangerous men.

The next second, Lachlan had his hand on my chin and was kissing me.

I never thought it would happen again. The first time, in his office, was the only time I felt was real. When he was pushing me for information, I thought it was just his way of getting back at me. I thought when he touched me, even if he wanted me before, it was all about breaking me.

Now I’m not sure.

This time isn’t about getting me to do something. I’m already in his house, under his control. I wouldn’t run even if I could; I know I’d be dead in a day, either because of Mr. V or because of my own problems. So he has no reason to do this to me now, no reason to use pleasure to draw me in.

Unless he just wants me.

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