“Not yet,” he growls, his voice dark and filled with dominance.
His hands tighten, holding me in place as he slams back in, deep and hard, and I cry out in pleasure and frustration.
“Please…”I pant, louder this time. “I can’t… I can’t wait. Please, let me come. Please, don’t tease me anymore.”
The fire in my veins makes every nerve tingle. But still, he pulls back just as I’m about to break, making the intense need inside me grow.
“Beg me again, wife,” he commands. “Beg your husband, Livvie. I want to hear it.”
“Please… Kingston. I can’t take it. I need you. Please… let me come. I’m yours, Kingston. Please.”
"Five," he growls in my ear. "Four…"
He pulls almost all the way out, only to slam back in harder, faster.
"Three…" My legs tremble, my entire body on the verge of breaking.
“Two…”
My chest heaves, the wild desire to fall, to finally let go, mounting inside me.
"Please," I beg again, almost frantic. "Please, Kingston… don't stop."
He pulls me against him, his fingers digging into my hip bones, his breathing loud and his grunts so fucking sexy.
"One…"
As the final count rumbles, he slams in, harder than before, and the world goes white-hot.
Waves of pleasure crash through me, the spine-tingling release hitting with so much force I can’t breathe.
I’m dizzy, disoriented, and when I groan his name, my needy voice sounds alien to me.
As my vision blurs, strong arms clamp around me, securing me as the orgasm pulsates all over.
His breath is harsh against my ear, until he grunts and drives in deep one last time, emptying cum inside me.
Kingston locks himself around me, his chest pressed to my spine, grounding me as I try to regulate my breathing.
"You know," he murmurs, "trust is a dangerous thing, Livvie. I gave it to you, and I thought you’d do the same for me. But now… I wonder if you truly trust me or are you just waiting for the moment when you destroy everything I’ve given you?"
26
KINGSTON
The postcoital bliss should last longer than this. It should settle into my bones, make them feel warm and numb. Instead, I pull away from Livvie's still trembling body, my mind sharp as a knife despite the way she just shattered in my arms.
"I need to check something in my office," I murmur against her neck, her skin salty and sweet on my tongue. "Don't move."
She nods, still breathless, her forehead pressed against the cool glass. The city lights glow on her glistening skin, making her look like some kind of angel who doesn't belong in my dark world. But she does belong here. She's fucking mine.
Or is she?
I pull on my shorts and walk through the penthouse, my pulse still beating with force against my neck. But it’s not the sex that has me so wound up. Ever since I got back fromBronx’s place, something’s been gnawing at my gut. And it won’t leave me alone.
A surveillance room is tucked behind my office, accessible only through a hidden panel in the wall. Livvie doesn’t know it’s here. I key in the code and step inside. A row of monitors glows with images.
My security team runs tight coverage on most parts of the building, but there are blind spots. Places where conversations can happen without electronic ears listening.
