Page 10 of King of Shadows

Maybe a little distraction will help me relax. But the second I close my eyes, all I can see is him. Six-foot-three, blue eyes. That broad chest, that smug smile. Kazimir

I try to push him out and fail. He rubs the head of it against my clit first, slow, mean, circling until my hips lift off the bed chasing it. Then he lines up and slams into me, knocking the air out of my lungs and fills me so deep I see white.

He fucks me with long, punishing thrusts that slap against me. My free hand fists the sheets. My knees fall open wider. My whole body locks. The toy is buried to the hilt and I clamp down around it so hard my thighs shake and I can’t keep the sound in.

His name rips out of me while my hips jerk helplessly against the mattress. Wetness spills down onto my hand.

“Kazimir…”

My back arches off the bed. I can’t breathe. I can’t stop coming. Every pulse drags another broken moan out of me until my legs give and I collapse, twitching.

A voice answers from the corner of the room. “I’m here baby. All you had to do was ask, I could have helped you with that.”

I scream and throw my dildo in the direction the voice came from.

The light switch clicks on to reveal Kazimir standing in the corner of my bedroom, one hand in his pocket, the other holding my dildo, eyes gone dark.

Chapter 3

Chloe

I shriek, yanking the duvet up. “What are you doing here? How did you even get in?”

Kazimir gives me a look that says I already know the answer. “I missed you, so I came over.” His voice is low, amused, hungry. “So you were touching yourself imagining it was me.”

I’ve already been caught. Denying it would only make me look stupider, but admitting it would be too embarrassing. I say nothing, and he takes my silence as confirmation.

Satisfaction flashes across his face. He uncrosses his legs and starts toward the bed. I scramble back toward the headboard without thinking, which is a mistake. The duvet slips. My nightgown is already rucked up around my hips, and now everything from the waist down is bare to him.

I grab for the covers, but he’s quick, and yanks them away.

“Do it again.” His voice comes out as a growl this time.

“What?”

“Take the nightgown off, and touch yourself again. No toy this time, use your fingers.”

This is insane. He is a dangerous man who keeps finding his way into my locked apartment. I should be screaming, throwing something, calling the police.

Instead, I’m taking him in, noticing things that I have no business with. He looks even better than he did that first night. He has a white shirt on, the sleeves rolled up to reveal those corded tattooed arms. His dark hair looks a little ruffled, like he’s been pulling his fingers through it all day. He looks so good, which should be illegal.

Against every reasonable voice in my head, I pull the nightgown off and let it fall to the bed. His gaze drags over me, slow and hungry.

“So fucking beautiful,” he growls. “Touch yourself. Go on, baby. Let me see you.”

I slide my hand between my legs. I’m embarrassingly wet.

“Spread those legs. I want to see all of you.”

I do. Wider. Enough that he can see everything. I drag my fingers through the slickness, circling, parting myself for him. His throat works like he’s holding himself back, and a reckless part of me loves that. Loves that I can put a man like him on the edge.

I push two fingers inside myself. A moan slips past my lips and my eyes start to close.

“Eyes on me.”

I force them open and keep them on his.

“That’s it. Touch your tits. Pinch your nipples. Don’t you dare look away.”