Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 102546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
“Kink,” I say, and he arches a brow at the word. “That’s what you like, right?” I pull my hands from around his neck and slide them down the sides of his button-up, feeling his taut muscles. They make my mouth water.
Maybe I’m naïve, or maybe I’m one of those dumb girls who will do whatever to please a man, but I want more. Maybe it’s for me. I want Dillan Reed to fuck me, to own me. To consume me. I need him to take my mind off everything else in my fucked-up life and teach me something new. Show me what it’s like to be with a King.
BONES
SHE STARES UP at me, her eyes heavy from the alcohol. When she said she wanted me to fuck her how I liked it, I thought she had lost her mind. I know she didn’t have any sexual partners before me, but how could she think I haven’t enjoyed fucking her? Then she mentioned Kink, and it made sense. She means she wants me to dominate her.
I can’t say that I haven’t thought about it. That’s how I’ve always been with women in the past. But they were all a means to an end sort of situation. “You sure?” I ask.
She nods, her eyes on my lips, hands gripping my hips. I’m so fucking hard, and she knows it. I can feel her body rocking against my dick, trying to tease me. She doesn’t even know the meaning of that word, but I’ll teach her.
She wants something different tonight, so I’ll give it to her. “Come on.” I pull her off the dance floor with one hand while pulling my cell out with the other. I check the availability for The Palace and then put it back in my pocket. “We’re out,” I tell the guys.
“Leaving already?” Jasmine whines, looking at Mia. She’s too busy downing what was left of the drink Emilee handed her.
“Yep. We’re going to Kingdom.”
Titan smiles, knowing exactly what I’m about to do. We’ve shared the room before. “Have fun.” He winks at Mia, making her brows crease from her confusion at his words.
I lead her out of the club and to my car, opening my passenger door for her. She stays quiet as we drive through town and pull into the private garage the Kings share at Kingdom.
Helping her out of the car, we make our way to the private entrance. “What are we doing here?” she asks.
“You’ll see,” I say vaguely.
Nigel stands in the corner behind a desk. “Bones, everything okay?” he asks.
I nod at him. “Yes. We’ll be staying here tonight.”
Grabbing a key card from my wallet, I scan it. The doors to the elevator open, and we step inside. Pressing the sixteenth floor, I grab her arm the moment the door closes and spin her around to face me. “It’s not too late to change your mind,” I whisper, cupping her face.
She gives me a drunken smile and then presses her lips gently to mine, letting me know she’s ready.
The elevator dings, and we walk down a hallway to a door that reads The Palace—every Queen needs a palace written in rose gold. I press the code to unlock the door, open it up for her, and usher her inside.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
MIA
WITH HIS HAND on my lower back, he guides me into the dimly lit room. It has a large foyer with a single purple light shining down on us. It reminds me of the club, just without the flashing motion.
Walking down a hallway into an open room, my eyes quickly scan the area. It looks like Kink. Just a smaller version of it. There are no separate rooms or windows for people to watch. Just us—me and him.
“What is this place?” I ask, walking over to what looks like a bench. “Is this Kink too?”
“No,” he answers, coming up behind me. He reaches around my waist, his hands sliding into the slit of my dress, and my breath catches as his fingers crawl along my skin to enter my thong. My head falls back against his shoulder. “This is The Palace. Our Queens use it.”
“Queens?” I whisper, my hips bucking against his hand, silently begging him for more.
His free hand reaches up to wrap around my throat, and wetness pools between my legs. “Kingdom has an escort service. They are our Queens.”
I close my eyes and take in a deep breath. “Dillan.” My hand finds his, and I grip his wrist. “I need more. Please.”
He kisses the side of my face and then pulls both of his hands away, leaving my skin cold. “Do you trust me?” he asks softly.
“Yes,” I answer without hesitation. Because I do. With my life.
“Turn around.”
A shiver runs up my spine at the sound of his command. His voice is so cold—like it was that first night in the limo. It does something to me that I can’t deny. It turns me on. Doing as I’m told, I turn around to face him. He reaches up and runs his thumb over my lips. I part them, and he pushes it into my mouth. I suck on it, and he lets out a growl.