Page 34 of Hide Little Traitor

Deft fingers find my aching clit, and my body jerks at the contact.

“Jesus, Chloe,” Kingston groans, grinding his hips against my ass with renewed fervor. “You’re aching for me, aren’t you, baby girl?”

I shake my head, biting down on my bottom lip to stop myself from begging for more.

His fingers disappear for a moment, and I’m as relieved as I am disappointed. At least until they slap down on my aching pussy, tearing a scream from my throat.

It’s not as painful as it is shocking, but he does it two more times before returning to lazily rubbing my now over-sensitive clit.

“I don’t like when you lie to me, Chloe.”

“I’m not lying,” I whisper, but my hips move with his ministrations, chasing the pleasure he’s offering.

“Really?” he challenges. “Because you’re fucking gushing for me, Mama. You telling me you’re not desperate for me to fill your aching hole?”

I press my eyes closed, pleading with my body not to react to his filthy words, but it’s no use. The throbbing in my core is becoming more intense by the second. How much longer can I deny that I want everything he’s offering?

His fingers resume their slow torment, dragging a soft moan from my throat against my will. I don’t want to want this, but I do, and just like when Ryker touched me, I can’t find it in me to say no, to deny what my body so obviously craves.

“There’s my good girl.” He trails kisses along my shoulder.

A shiver of pure need vibrates through my body, earning me a soft chuckle.

“Oh, you like being praised, baby girl?” he muses. “Of course you do. You’re fucking perfect.”

I want to tell him I’m not, not even close, but hearing those words heals something inside my soul, the part of me that has spent the last decade feeling like I was never enough for him. For anyone.

Making life-altering decisions based on loneliness seems like a bad idea, but everything he’s offering has hope blossoming in my chest.

Hope for more.

Kingston’s fingers move in tandem over my clit and nipple, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my entire body.

He’s too fucking good at that.

“You’re getting close, aren’t you, Mama?”

“Yes,” I whine. “Please.”

His hips jut forward, a deep rumbling groan brushing my ear. “Jesus, Chloe. Hearing you beg will be the end of me.”

Kingston continues his slow but firm ministrations, driving me right to the edge, but right as I’m about to fall into what I’m sure was going to be one of the best orgasms of my life, his fingers disappear, leaving me desperate and wanting.

“What the fuck?” I snap, looking over my shoulder as King rolls to the edge of the bed and stands, his boxers doing little to conceal that hard cock jutting out in front of him proudly.

I can’t help but drag my gaze over his bare chest, taking in every rigid line and lean muscle. The smattering of dark hair across his chest distracts me as I pull my eyes to his amused smirk.

“Until such time as you agree to marry me, you will not be coming.”

“That’s not fair!”

He shrugs.

“You know I can just get myself off, right?”

He nods slowly, his jaw tightening the only sign of his irritation. “You could try.”

I open my mouth to reply, to argue, but he turns on his heel and moves into the bathroom before I get the chance.