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

My breaths came in shallow pants. I was too keyed up to care how out of control I was in this situation and how in control my ex- husband was.

Shivers wracked my body, and I dug my nails into the leather armrests, wishing it were him I was touching.

I hated that, in this moment, his control was what I needed. Nothing could center me the way his focus could, and I couldn’t regret my choice to sleep with him.

“Dom.” My lungs strained with anticipation.

Two quick flicks of his wrist and my dress was down around my waist. He lowered his head and tugged on my nipple with his teeth.

I cried out at the white-hot spear of sensation.

His tongue laved me, lighting my nerves on fire as I soaked the leather below me. Rough hands stroked and gripped my thighs, never giving me the thing I wanted most.

“Do you think I could live without the taste of you on my tongue? Without the sound of your whimpers in my ear as you take my cock?” His words painted my skin with dirty desires.

“Can you?” I whispered. This was honesty, not a challenge. This question gave voice to every second thought I had.

His reply was a ghost of a sound I didn’t believe. I knew this was supposed to be nothing more than safety with a man who knew my body the best, so I held myself back from saying anything else.

I wanted to ask where he’d been all those nights. I wanted to ask why he still wore his wedding ring. I wanted to know how empty these words were compared to the promises he broke time after time. But my heart couldn’t handle another cut tonight.

He pulled back before moving to my other breast. Biting, teasing. One hand pinched my nipple, causing me to cry out. It hurt so good. The other slid my thong to the side and rubbed my clit, working me to impossible wetness but never letting me come.

“Please,” I begged. I squirmed against his hand. “Dom…” I choked out another gasp when he nipped my skin in warning.

“No, I want to feel you clench around me, amor.” Lust roughened his voice. “I want to feel your tight pussy stretch and grip me. I want to feel you come all over my cock.”

God. His words shouldn’t turn me on so much, but they did. He pulled back, and the soft rasp of a zipper was all I heard before I saw stars.

Full. I was impossibly full as he didn’t wait, didn’t tease—he thrust into me with one long, hard stroke, and my body bowed from the sudden, immense pressure.

“Fuck,” I gasped. My submission was an invitation I knew I shouldn’t give. I was exposed and he was nearly fully clothed. Every pretense was ripped away when it was my skin against his. There was no hiding the way I cried out for him or the way he pushed my body higher.

My moans and cries mingled with his grunts as he fucked my brains out on the sofa. I couldn’t see, hear, or think clearly. It was just us, our bodies sweaty and moving in a rough, timeless rhythm.

“I could die in this pussy, Ále. I could die right now, knowing that you are mine.” His hand wrapped lightly around my throat, pinning me to the leather while he moved us into ecstasy.

I felt him swell in me as he picked up the pace. My own release was building as nerves shot down my spine. I’d ruined the couch, and my palms were slick with sweat as he held me in place.

His hips pumped into me like he was trying to grind some unknown truth into my body. When he put his forehead on mine, I saw the shadows that hid on his face. I saw the words I didn’t want to believe swimming in his eyes.

Safety and fear coiled deep in my gut.

His wedding ring against my waist felt heavy in the purgatory I was happy to enter if it meant this stolen moment.

One more thrust and I fell apart, fluttering like confetti against the leather, bits and pieces of me embedding themselves in his skin. Warmth filled me as he came soon after with a shudder and a groan.

Silence settled, hot and languid. Our breaths slowed as our sex-fueled haze cleared.

I just had sex with my ex-husband. The clarity bit at me, but I wasn’t ready to think about what it meant. I’d wanted him, and I’d let him have me.

Regret pushed at me before I shoved it away.

Dom stood up and straightened his clothes. He exuded elegance and power, but I saw the man I fell in love with. The man who worked three jobs but would still eat me out under the table while we studied. The man who made promises and kept them until he didn’t anymore.

Our gazes consumed each other, communicating what words couldn’t.

I’d just roused myself off the coach and fixed my clothes when a third voice rang through the room.

“Shit.”

Our heads jerked up toward the third floor, where Kai and Isabella had emerged from…was that a secret room behind the bookshelves?

We stared at each other, all four of us rumpled and tousled in a way that could only indicate one type of activity.

“Well,” Kai said, his posh British accent sounding a tad too dignified for the situation. “This is awkward.”





CHAPTER 32



Dominic




MY POST-SEX HIGH LASTED PRECISELY AN HOUR AND eight minutes. After our awkward run-in with Kai and Isabella in the library, a red-faced Alessandra left with the couple (I assumed she and Isabella had a lot to catch up on), and I went home with my blood buzzing.

I knew better than to assume sex meant anything more than a temporary melding of desires, but it was a modicum of progress in our relationship, and that was all I could ask for at the moment.