King of Sloth (Kings of Sin #4) by Ana Huang

“Always so competitive.” I was too distracted by the delicious proximity of her breasts to my mouth to come up with a wittier reply. “What does the winner get?”

“Bragging rights.” Sloane drew my bottom lip between her teeth with a gentle nip. “Loser lives with the eternal knowledge the other is better.”

“Deal.” I pulled her head back so she looked straight at me. “Stop talking and sit,” I said, paraphrasing her earlier question into a command. “I want to see you ride my cock.”

Fire blazed in her blue depths. She planted her hands on my shoulders and pushed herself up, her eyes locked on mine as she positioned the tip of my cock at her entrance.

“I’m on birth control,” she said. “And I’m clean.”

“Me too.”

That was all I managed to say before the murky waters of lust closed overhead, amplifying the thunder of my heartbeat as she sank onto me, inch by inch, until I was buried deep inside her.

Her mouth opened in a small gasp, but the noise that came out of me was so raw and guttural, it sounded more like beast than man.

Tight, hot, and so fucking wet.

We fit so perfectly it was like God himself had custom carved us for each other, and when she moved, it was like sliding home into heaven.

She started slow and sinuous, but her rhythm soon picked up, and I had to grit my teeth and mentally run through my pitch presentation for the Vault just so I didn’t embarrass myself by coming too early.

“You feel so damn good.” I groaned, my head falling back so I could drink her in.

Sloane bounced up and down on my cock, her hair a mess, her face flushed with exertion. The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, and I was so lost in this, in her, that I didn’t give a fuck about the bet.

I grabbed her hips and slammed her down, eliciting a sharp squeal. I thrust up to match her pace, and the volume of our grunts and moans intensified until I came with blinding force.

My vision whitened, streaks of lightning racing behind my eyes, and I vaguely heard Sloane cry out in pleasure before I regained some form of control over my senses.

When my vision finally cleared, she was just coming down from her own orgasm. She smiled down at me, her expression a mix of post-coital bliss, triumph, and something else I couldn’t identify.

“I won.”

“You did.” I pulled her down and gave her another kiss. “Bragging rights for life.”

I didn’t mention how neither of us had timed the encounters, so who really knew who’d won? That wasn’t important.

A warm, heavy blanket of contentment draped over me as we lay in companionable silence and waited for our pulses to return to normal.

I’d spent my whole life chasing the next high. When you had everything, everything got boring fast. I wanted bigger, better, faster. I wanted something that would last, and when Sloane rolled to the side and curled up against me, I knew I’d found it.

This was my greatest high. Her, sated and happy, in my arms. Nothing in the world could ever beat this moment.





CHAPTER 26





Xavier





I could’ve stayed in my house with Sloane forever and been happy, but unfortunately, I had real-life responsibilities that required my attention.

On Friday, two days after my night with Sloane and one day after I almost made her late to work with a morning quickie (she still hadn’t forgiven me for that), I sat in a glass-and-chrome office atop one of DC’s most coveted addresses.

Icy green eyes regarded me with impersonal scrutiny. “Xavier Castillo.” Alex Volkov’s voice matched the man: cool, distanced, pitiless. “You’re the last person I expected to ask for a meeting.”

Name number two on Kai’s list.

I shrugged. “Things change. People change.”

As CEO of the Archer Group, the country’s largest real estate development company, Alex owned half the real estate in Manhattan—including my dream location for my club. The turn-of-the-century, honest-to-God bank vault was located in the basement of one of Alex’s skyscrapers, and if there were two things my target clientele liked, it was bank vaults and hidden gems.

Alex leaned back and tapped a finger on his desk. He was the only person who hadn’t told me he was sorry for my loss following my father’s death. I appreciated it; I was getting sick of the pity.

“You’re aware of how much that location costs.” It wasn’t a question.

Eight figures.

“Yes. It’s not a problem.” I didn’t have access to my full inheritance yet, but thanks to my last name and Kai’s introduction, I was in the process of securing financing from Davenport Capital, Dominic Davenport’s company. Name number three. I’d sent Alex documented proof prior to our meeting.

“Permits and licenses?”

“Silver & Klein is handling it. They don’t foresee any issues.” The prestigious law firm was based in DC, but it represented corporate clients across the country. Jules Ambrose, Silver & Klein. Name number four.

Alex peppered me with more questions. I answered them gamely, but I knew his decision hinged on one factor—the one I didn’t have in my pocket for this meeting.

“Your pitch is impressive. Your paperwork is in order. But I’ll be honest,” he said after I addressed his concerns about potential competitors on the market. “I don’t buy that you’ve changed so much, so fast. You’ve never owned, started, or operated a business, and you have a well-deserved reputation for reckless partying.”