Reign of a Billionaire : A Dark Mafia Enemies-to-Lovers Romance

Heat flared in his gaze and he ended the call, then threw his phone to the side. His finger stroked the pulse point on my neck back and forth as nerves danced in my veins.

When he thrust his index finger inside my mouth, I darted my tongue around it tentatively.

“What if you don’t like it?” he asked, insecurity coloring his voice. His hot breath skimmed over my skin, burning me alive. “I’ve never had it done.”

His finger slid out of my mouth. “I’ve never done it, so it’ll be another first we share.”

“On one condition.”

I chuckled huskily. “I didn’t know men give conditions on blow jobs.”

His lips twitched. “Tell me if you don’t like it.”

“I promise.”

I dropped to my knees and pulled his sweatpants down his muscular legs. I wrapped my fingers around his hard and thick erection, my mouth watering at the sight. He spread his thighs farther and grabbed a fistful of my hair.

I closed my eyes and licked his shaft from base to tip. A low groan escaped him, and I took it as encouragement. Opening my eyes, I repeated the motion until his eyes grew dark and hazy. Heat bloomed in my stomach, moving lower and lower, making me squeeze my thighs to ease this throbbing ache.

His grip on my hair tightened and I ran my tongue across his crown, then slid him all the way to the back of my throat. I moaned and sucked him again, gliding up and down and taking more of him into my mouth.

“Fuck, sunshine,” he hissed, his grip moving my head and controlling the rhythm. “You look so beautiful choking on my cock.”

My gaze flicked to his, sparks of pleasure fluttering through me at his filthy words.

He slid in deeper with the next thrust, but I remained still, letting him fuck my mouth, curious to see the way he liked it.

His breaths came out heavy, watching me with a half-lidded gaze. He fucked me, and I watched him come undone for me. There was something euphoric and empowering about the knowledge that it was because of me.

A hoarse sound left him, his breathing harsh and fast, and he came into my mouth with a groan. I swallowed, growing dizzy from his taste and smell.

“My sunshine,” he breathed, grasping my face between his rough hands and caressing my cheeks.

Then he pulled his sweatpants over his softening erection and lifted me by the backs of my thighs. He pressed his mouth to mine, his tongue sliding past my lips and toying with me, as I wrapped my legs around his waist.

I dug my fingers into his hair, and he deepened the kiss, pouring everything into it. Our tongues tangled. My hands slid down his chest, resting against his racing heart.

“I love you.”

His eyes flared and his fingers gripped my nape firmly. Getting rid of his sweatpants first, he ripped my panties, leaving me bare underneath his shirt. The tip of his cock at my entrance, he thrust inside me, filling me to the hilt.

He pressed his forehead to mine.

“Tell me again,” he demanded fiercely, and my walls clenched around his length in response.

“I love you, Kingston Ashford,” I breathed, grinding against him.

When he kissed me next, the world stopped spinning. The problems ceased to exist for a moment. The horrors faded.

“I’ll love you in every lifetime, sunshine,” he murmured against my lips.

It was just the two of us and this feeling that bound us together—in life and death.

Chapter 58Louisa

Isat in the waiting room of the medical facility that the Nikolaevs owned, waiting for Lara’s counseling session to end. It had been a week since we left Greece together, and although her progress was minimal, it was there. In every flicker of a smile. In every word spoken.

Lara Cortes was a survivor and one of the strongest girls I’d ever known.

Two of Alexei’s guards waited outside the building for us. Usually Kingston came with us, but he and Alexei were following a lead, and I knew it had to be important for Kingston to miss this.

There hadn’t been any development on the Sofia front. I suspected she might be hiding in Russia, but I didn’t know where. Her castle looked deserted on the surveillance we’d gotten.

The door opened and I lifted my head, fully expecting to be met with Lara’s face, but Dr. Freud’s door remained closed. I shifted around just as a man’s hand slammed over my mouth and I was snatched violently from the couch.

I jammed my elbow behind me, hard enough to make him grunt but not enough to loosen his hold. I started kicking my legs, sending the crystal vase from the table flying through the air and crashing against the wall. To my horror, the door opened and Lara stood there, her eyes wide with terror.

“Get the girl too.”

I sunk my teeth into the man’s hand, and he howled like a dog, loosening his hold on me.

“Go back inside and lock the door,” I screamed at Lara.

“But—”

“Do it!”

The man’s hand wrapped around my throat just as Lara shut the door, dragging me out of there while his accomplice tried and failed to turn the door handle. He slammed his shoulder into the mahogany, but it refused to budge.

“Fuck her,” one of the men grunted. “Help me with this one before she gets away.”