King of Wrath (Kings of Sin #1) by Ana Huang

I smelled Vivian’s arousal before I tugged her shorts and underwear down, but the sight of her pussy, so wet and ready and fucking perfect, hit me like a shot of pure heroin.

“Please.” She panted, her grip strangling my hair when I nipped the soft skin of her inner thigh.

My cock pulsed so hard it ached, but I didn’t touch it, too focused on the glistening temptation in front of me.

“Please what?”

I received only a whimper in response.

“Please eat out this pretty little cunt of yours?” I taunted, my voice soft but the words rough. “Tongue fuck you until you beg me to let you come? You have such a smart mouth, mia cara. Use it.”

“Yes.” The word was half plea, half demand. “I need your mouth on me. Dante, please.”

This time, the sound of her voice, moaning my name, in that way, did unravel me.

I pushed her legs further apart and delved in like a man starved. I focused on her swollen clit, licking and sucking until her cries of pleasure crescendoed to the edge of pain.

Vivian writhed and bucked, begging me to stop one minute and keep going the next. She was dripping all over my face, and I couldn’t get enough.

I was addicted to the taste of her, to the way she sounded when I buried my tongue inside her and the way her back arched off the bed when she finally came with a full-body shudder.

I waited for her trembles to die down before I touched my tongue to her sensitized clit again and gave it a slow, leisurely lick.

“Hai un sapore divino,” I murmured.

“No more,” she pleaded. “I can’t…oh God.” Her protest split into another moan when I slid two fingers inside her up to the first knuckle. I kept my mouth on her clit and slowly worked my way up to the second knuckle before I pulled my fingers out and pushed them back in.

In and out, faster and faster, my mouth still exploring her clit until she drenched my face and her sharp cries filled the room again.

My cock throbbed in time with my pulse as I pushed myself onto my knees.

Vivian stared up at me, her cheeks flushed and her chest heaving from the aftermath of her orgasm. A light sheen of sweat misted her skin, and her face was so full of trust and satiated pleasure it made my gut twist.

No one had ever looked at me like that before.

Just like that, a cold trickle of reality pierced my fog of lust.

It suddenly hit me who we were and what I’d done.

We weren’t a normal engaged couple. She was the daughter of the enemy, and I’d been forced into this engagement, even if she didn’t know it.

I wasn’t supposed to like her, much less desire her.

Vivian wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her hips up against mine, the message clear.

Fuck me.

I wanted to. My body screamed for it, my cock ached for it. It would be so easy to sink into her softness and let it carry us away for the night.

But if I did, there would be no going back. Not for her, and not for me.

My hands fisted on the mattress as indecision warred.

You can either have Vivian or you can have her father’s head on a platter—figuratively speaking, of course. You can’t have both.

Ice water doused the remaining heat in my veins.

Of all the voices I wanted to hear in bed, Christian’s ranked in the bottom five, but the bastard had a point.

Vivian didn’t have a perfect relationship with her family, but she still cared about them. One day soon, she’d find out the truth about our engagement and her father’s deception, and she’d be devastated.

Adding sex to the mix would only complicate things further.

“Dante?” Tentativeness crept into her voice at my hesitation.

Goddammit.

I unwound her arms from my neck and straightened, trying to ignore the hurt and confusion on her face.

“Get some rest,” I said roughly. “It’s been a long day.”

I didn’t wait for an answer before I got off the bed, headed into the bathroom, and locked the door. I turned the shower as cold as it would go, letting the icy water blast some fucking sense into me.

Self-loathing formed a concrete block in my chest.

What the hell was I doing?

Kissing Vivian. Letting my guard down. Almost having sex with her in my parents’ villa, for Christ’s sake.

I’d intended to stay away from her until I took care of her father and ended our farce of an engagement.

Now here I was, taking a cold shower at midnight so I didn’t fuck up my plans any more than I already had.

I’d spent my life honing my control. Enzo Russo had drilled its importance into me since I was a child. Even when I occasionally lost my temper, I never lost sight of the bigger goal.

But I’d also never met anyone like Vivian.

Of all the people in my life, she was the only one who could make me lose control.





CHAPTER 20





Dante





Kai’s punch snapped my head back with such force my teeth rattled. The taste of copper filled my mouth, and when my vision finally cleared, his frown came into focus like a photograph in a developing tray.

“That was an easy dodge. Where’s your head at today?”

“It was one hit. Don’t get cocky.”

“Three.” He grunted when my uppercut caught him beneath the chin. “And that doesn’t answer my question.”