King of Greed (Kings of Sin #3) by Ana Huang

Her words nearly undid me. I groaned, sweat beading my forehead as I pulled my fingers out and buried my face between her legs.

“Not yet.” I circled her clit with my tongue, letting the taste and scent of her distract me from the ache in my cock. “I want you to come on my face first. Show me how much you want it.”

Alessandra’s pleas morphed into unintelligible sobs as I feasted on every inch of her. I loved the way she arched into me, greedy and searching. I loved how she panted my name and pulled on my hair. I loved her, and I’d missed having her in my arms so damn bad that I would give up every possession just to freeze this moment in time.

I gripped her thighs and rested her legs on my shoulders so I could thrust my tongue inside her. I locked her ruthlessly in place as I tongue fucked her, letting her sobs of pleasure drive me faster and harder until she finally came with a shuddering climax.

Her arousal drenched my senses, and I couldn’t take it anymore.

A quick shift in positions and I was inside her, sinking in slowly for both our sakes. Her because she was hypersensitized from her recent orgasm, me because she felt so good I had to grit my teeth and silently run through the Yankees roster before I embarrassed myself.

I exhaled deep, ragged breaths each time I pulled out and pushed in, making sure to hit her most sensitive spots instead of pushing her into the mattress and fucking her brains out like my baser instincts screamed at me to do.

My wife was home, and I’d be damned if I wasted the night on a one and done deal.

Alessandra clung to me as I drove into her, harder and faster, until she was gasping for air. My hands fisted on the mattress; my breaths grew choppier. The headboard slammed against the wall with each thrust, and even though I should’ve known better, I made the mistake of looking down at where we were joined.

It was the end of me because seeing my cock slide in and out of her—seeing how perfectly we fit and how fucking well she took me—was so fucking hot and primal that my orgasm peaked without warning. It climbed up my spine, snapping my restraints and driving me to fuck her deeper with long, savage strokes until she fell apart with another scream.

It’d barely faded before my own climax exploded. It flayed me raw, contracting my muscles and heightening my senses to the point where I might die from the stimulation. Alessandra’s nails clawed at my back, prolonging our waves of pleasure, and as we rode them out together, I had the dim thought that if I did die, I would do so happily because I was exactly where I belonged: with her.





CHAPTER 14



Dominic




IT SMELLED LIKE LILIES AND RAIN MIXED WITH GOLDEN warmth. It smelled like her, and it was so damn intoxicating I couldn’t bring myself to open my eyes even though the strength of the sun on my skin told me it was late morning.

I was usually in the office by six, but I didn’t want to wake up and find out last night had been a dream. There’d been too many of those, and too many subsequent showers where I’d washed off my disappointment over Alessandra’s absence in real life.

Snippets from the previous evening floated past my mind’s eye. Seeing her at the restaurant, bringing her home, our kiss and what came after…

A niggling feeling told me I was forgetting an important piece of the puzzle, but I’d deal with that later. She was home where she belonged, and I—

The soft rustle of clothes dragged me out of my slumberous bliss.

I cracked my eyes open, my stomach hollowing when I saw the bed beside me was empty. Another rustle wrenched my attention to the corner where Alessandra was pulling her dress over her head. The sunlight bathed her in an ethereal glow—hair shot through with gold, skin a deep bronze against red silk. She had her back to me, but she was etched so thoroughly in my brain I could picture every flicker in her expression. Feel every curve, map every dip and valley I’d spent hours worshiping last night.

Her dress spilled over her thighs, and she zipped up the back with agonizing care. She didn’t want to wake me, which meant…

My stomach hollowed further. “Where are you going?”

My question echoed like a gunshot in the silence. Alessandra froze for a second before she resumed dressing. “Back to Sloane’s. I have a lot of work to do.”

“I see.” I got out of bed, my movements slow and precise. Controlled, unlike the dread and anger flaring in my chest. “Were you planning to say goodbye, or were you going to sneak out like I’m a one-night stand you regret?”

No reply.

Goddammit. I’d thought we were making progress, but I could feel her slipping away before I truly had a chance to have her again.

“What happened last night— ”

“Was a mistake.” Her fingers shook as she smoothed the front of her dress. “And so was what happened at the bar.”

“It didn’t sound like a mistake when you were screaming my name and begging me to let you come.” My silken response didn’t match the thorny vines creeping through my chest. The more seconds that passed, the deeper they gouged.

Scarlet washed over Alessandra’s face. “It was just sex.” Her voice wobbled on the word sex, but her body remained stiff and unyielding as I crossed the room to stand in front of her. “It didn’t mean anything.”

“Bullshit.” I’d seen the way she looked at me and heard the way she whispered my name. Neither of us did “just sex,” much less with each other.