I readjust myself on my knees and look up at him. His head is back, and his lips are parted. He’s panting. His hips move in the chair.
My head bounces up and down as I swallow his fucking cock like he’s a client. But isn’t he? I may have wanted to all these years, but this is more of an audition than an actual job.
My cheeks scream, and my throat burns. My mouth is open as wide as it will go to accommodate his size. I want to pull away, but I don’t. I can’t. Not until he gets what he wants.
You gotta give to get.
His hands dig into my hair, pulling it from the ponytail, and he takes over. Fucking my mouth how he wants to. It’s rough, but I expected it to be. Nothing about the Kings was ever soft.
After a few minutes, I feel his body tense, and without warning, he comes in my mouth. His hands fall from my hair.
I pull back and suck in breath after breath. I wipe the drool off my chin and make it to my shaky feet.
He stands as well, towering over me. His hand comes up and runs his knuckles down the side of my cheek. “You sure you want to sell yourself to me, rather than him?” he asks.
I knew there would be consequences, and he just laid them out on the table. No fucking around when it comes to Titan. It is what it is. “Yes,” I answer. I don’t need to be drunk to be with Titan. I won’t vomit afterward. And I won’t sit in a shower crying either. I can handle him. I can tolerate him.
He pulls away from me and reaches down into his desk drawer. He pulls out my cell and starts typing away on it. I walk back around to the front of his desk and get dressed. Once I’m done, I look at him.
“Here you go.” He hands it over. “I just happened to have charged it last night. I’ve downloaded the Queens app. If you have any problems, it calls me directly.”
I nod, not sure what he means aboutproblems, but I can figure it out. I refuse to thank him. So instead, I give him my back and walk toward the side door where Jasmine had entered.
“Oh, Em?”
Letting out a long breath, I turn to face him. “Yes?”
“If he fucking tries to touch you again, you call me. Understood?”
I almost smile. This is why I chose him. Fucking a King is like having your own personal bodyguard. They protect their queens. “I will.”
Before I can exit the office, his main door opens, and Bones enters.Shit!
His blue eyes drop to my cell in my hand, and the corners of his lips turn up.
Without saying a word to him, I push open the door and get the hell out of there. The moment it closes, I lean my back up against it. Shutting my eyes, I let out a long breath, hoping I made the right decision.
CHAPTER TWELVE
TITAN
ILOOK OVERat Bones once Emilee has left the room. He arches a brow. “I see you gave Emilee her phone back.”
I nod.
“What did she want?” he asks, plopping down across from me.
“A job.”
“A job?” he asks.
“I made her a queen.” Not the best decision I’ve ever made, but I don’t know why I didn’t think of it before. It’s a great solution to her current situation. Plus, I can keep an eye on her. “I’ll control who she sees and what she does. It’s the best form of a leash.”
He leans forward. “Good idea.”
“I’m guessing she was not the reason you came into my office.”
He shakes his head. “Nope. I got a phone call, and it seems George has skipped town.”
