Page 8 of Brutal King


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Her eyes widen, and a faint gasp escapes through those perfect pink lips. I inch closer and breathe her in. The scent of orchids and sweet vanilla floods my nostrils.

“Why do you do that?” she snaps and falls back on her ass with a muffled oomph.

“Do what?”

“Are you sniffing me?”

“I’m committing your scent to memory for my own personal use in the privacy of my home.”

Her auburn brows slam together, and horror etches into her expression. “You think of me like that?”

Something else sparks through those expressive emerald orbs. Not just revulsion but curiosity? Dare I say, excitement?

“Only every time I stroke my cock.”

A sharp gasp erupts, and her eyes grow impossibly wide. “Oh, my stars…”

She crawls back but hits the jagged boulder and lets out a whimper.

“I’m not going to hurt you, Maisy. As long as you behave.”

“I just need to get back to work,” she murmurs.

“Can you walk?”

“I’m pretty sure I could muster the strength to run if it meant getting away from you.”

So sassy. My cock twitches at the mouth on her. I’d fuck that naughty streak right out of her. “Give me your hand.”

Maisy shakes her head, planting her ass on the lush lawn. “Just go. I’ll be fine.”

“I’m not leaving you here in the middle of Central Park with a possibly sprained ankle so some psychopath can come by and take advantage of you.”

“You’re the only psychopath in the vicinity, Nico Rossi.” She crosses her arms over her chest, and her breasts spill over the neckline of her fitted black dress. It’s meant to be a demure thing with a polka dot cardigan covering her arms, but on her, it looks sinful as hell. I close my eyes for an instant and envision ripping off the sweater, shoving that dress up to her waist and fucking her atop the mountain of rocks.

Blinking away the much too vivid images, I glance over my shoulder. Not a soul in sight. No one to stop me. I might have done some fucked up things in my lifetime, but I’ve never forced myself on a woman. As painfully hard as my cock is, I won’t start now.

“You’re not wrong you know,” I whisper.

“About what?” She glares up at me as I kneel in front of her.

“I am the most dangerous thing in this park.”

CHAPTER 5

A LAMB & A LION

Nico

A shudder races up Maisy’s spine, and her entire body trembles.

“But not to you, never to you.” Before she can stop me, I snake my arm beneath her thighs and the other around her shoulder blades. I lift her easily and cradle her against my chest, despite her protestations.

“Let go of me, you son of a biscuit!”

My entire torso rumbles as she kicks and jerks in my arms. Luckily, the park is quiet today, and her shouts of annoyance go unheard. Which is exactly why I never would’ve left her out here wounded and vulnerable.

“I’m taking you somewhere safe, relax, little fox.”

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