Page 73 of King of War

“Stop calling me baby,” she says, pouting.

A dark laugh bubbles from my throat. I have always adored her sass and fire, even when it’s directed at me—or maybe especially when it’s directed at me. I dust my lips over the shell of her ear, and her scent makes my mouth water. “I know the perfect way to make you forget about all of it.”

“Ugh! You’re so predictable.”

I pull up her dress, slip my hand between her thighs, and tug her panties aside. “So are you.” I slide a finger inside her tight pussy. “Always wet and needy.”

She fists her hands in my shirt, looks like she’s about to tell me to go to hell, but I push deeper, hitting her G-spot. Her back bows and a soft desperate little moan spills from her plump lips. I drag my finger out of her and focus my attention on her swollen clit, rubbing firm circles over the sensitive flesh.

“Enzo!” Rafael’s voice echoes along the hallway.

Fuck! I rest my mouth against her ear and take my hand out of her panties before fixing her dress. “Sorry, baby.”

A second later, Raf bounds into the kitchen. “Hey,” he says, wide smile on his face.

“What is it?” I ask, only kind of pissed at his interruption. Kind of, because Rayne is currently standing beside me, practically vibrating with need—for me. She glares at Rafael, the murderous look on her face alone almost worth his interruption. But what will most assuredly be worth his interruption is how desperate she is to come and how feral she’ll be for me to have my hands on her as soon as I get rid of my brother.

“Just wanted to stop by and update you on this afternoon. We have a meeting with Nero and Marco at noon.”

“And you couldn’t have done that over the phone? Or you know, called first?” Rayne asks, a distinct bite to her tone.

Raf grabs an apple from the fruit bowl and takes a bite. “I never call first.” He looks her dead in the eye. “Did I interrupt something?”

She folds her arms across her chest, still bubbling with all that sexual energy. My poor girl, she was so fucking close. “No.”

I catch her eye and wink. It doesn’t improve her mood, and I resist the urge to laugh, sensing it will earn me a knee in the groin. Or she’ll storm out of here to finish the job I just started herself, which I’m not going to let happen.

I turn my focus back to my brother. “Anything else? You actually did interrupt something.”

He arches an eyebrow and smirks. Then he tells me about his conversation with Nero, how twitchy he seemed and how he thinks this afternoon might play out, during which Rayne subtly shifts from one foot to the other. She’s standing so close to me I can practically hear her pussy screaming for my attention, feel the need to come shuttling through her veins.

When Rafael is done talking, he simply stands in my kitchen staring at me.

“Thanks for the info. I’ll deal with it shortly.”

“Shortly?”

I nod. “I have something to take care of first.” Or someone, but I don’t need to tell him that. “I’ll meet you at your place as soon as I’m done and we can talk strategy.”

“I guess I should see myself out then?” He jerks his thumb toward the door.

“Yeah, you definitely should.”

As soon as Rafael is out of the room, I turn to Rayne, pinning her to the counter. Her breath catches in her throat and she stares up at me, her hazel eyes dark with desire. “Shall we pick up where we left off, baby?”

Trapping her juicy lower lip between her teeth, she nods. I’m quick to slide my hand into her panties again, finding her still soaking for me. “You really need to come, huh?”

She snakes her arms around my neck, fingernails digging into the taut muscles at the nape. “Yes.”

I trail my lips over her neck, humming softly against her skin as I start working her swollen clit with the pad of my pointer finger. “Still soaked, Rayne. You always did love a good finger-fucking, baby. Always get so wet for me when I’m playing with you like this.”

“Enzo,” she whines as I tease the sensitive bud of flesh.

With one arm around her waist, I pull her tighter to me, until her hard nipples are pressed against my chest through our clothes. “Do you remember how often I used to do this?” I slide a thick finger inside her, grinding the heel of my palm against her clit. “How many times we almost got caught somewhere we shouldn’t be because I just couldn’t keep my damn hands off you.” I add a second finger, stretching her wider and making her moan. This is when I really have her. When she’s desperate to come and made of nothing but need. When she’d do anything for the promise of what I can give her.

I trail my teeth over her jawline, my mouth wandering to the sensitive spot beneath her ear. “I used to be able to make you come in a couple of minutes when I needed to. Remember that time in church when my mama almost caught us? But then sometimes…” I slide my fingers out of her, go back to teasing her clit. Her entire body trembles. “I used to like to play with you for as long as you could stand it. Bring you to the edge over and over, until you were practically begging me to let you come.”

“St-stop being an asshole, Enzo.”