Page 21 of Corrupted By the Shadow King (Hope Runs Deep #3)

Alex

D ancing was probably a mistake. The moment she opened the door, and I saw what she was wearing, I wanted to sweep her off her feet—injury be damned—throw her on her bed and fuck her senseless. I didn’t, though. And it took everything within me not to follow through with my baser urges.

That was then. This is now. Now, we have been here for an hour, and every time her ass brushes up against my crotch, every time she presses her body against mine, I get more wound up.

I’m hard as a rock, and I know she can feel it.

Hell, the way she is smiling at me makes me wonder if she is teasing me on purpose.

I’ve gotten us drinks to cool us off, but it does nothing to slake the lust.

The song shifts, and I wrap my arms around her waist, dragging her body against mine as I thrust into her stomach.

The top of her head hits me just under my chin, and her curves call to me.

Her arms make their way around my neck, and she pulls me down to her level, my ear at her mouth, “Alex, how much longer are we going to stay here?”

“We leave now, hermosa .” I can understand why my brother calls her little bird, but to me, she is a beautiful woman who has completely captivated me.

I grab her hand and drag her out of the club and straight to the car. We don’t stop or say anything else, and within minutes, we are on our way back to her place.

I don’t remember the drive or parking. If Angel heard that, he would have a field day teasing me.

Thankfully, we did not get into an accident.

It’s like one minute we are leaving the club, and the next, she is unlocking the door to her apartment, and her fist is grabbing a handful of my shirt to yank me inside and seal our mouths together in one fluid movement.

She tastes like the best whiskey with spices and a smoothness you only get in the very best barrels. I can’t get enough.

Her mouth melds with mine. We fit together perfectly. I’ve had dozens of sexual partners, but nothing has ever felt this electric, and we haven’t even gotten our clothes off yet. Part of me wants to savor her, and the other wants to brand her so deeply, no man will ever be able to touch her again.

My hand makes its way to her ponytail, yanking on it, and our mouths part on a pant, both of us gasping for breath, but I do not stop. With her head pulled back, my mouth finds her neck, and I kiss her throat, feeling her pulse with my tongue. I suck on it, kiss it, and then bite down, marking her.

Her hiss of pain becomes a groan and whimper. “Please,” she begs.

“Please what, hermosa ?” I prompt when she doesn’t say anything else.

“Please, Alex…more.”

“Always.”

I kiss her once again and pull her away from the back of the couch, where I have her pinned. I have no idea when that happened, and I don’t care. I only care about pleasuring her, then seeking my own pleasure within her heat.

Her fingernails dig into my arms, and it is my turn to hiss. My wound is still raw and healing, and I think her nails might have drawn blood. As much as I want to lift her, I can’t. I will probably drop her if I try.

“Sorry!” She jumps back, but before she can move too far away from me, I catch her hand and jerk her back into my arms.

“Nothing to be sorry for. A little pain heightens the pleasure. Does it not? Isn’t that why the French call an orgasm la petite mort ?”

Her face turns a lovely shade of pink. “Little death,” she breathes out.

“ Sí .” I love seeing the flush on her face, whether it be from slight embarrassment, lust, or both. I kiss her again, and when I do, instead of grabbing my arms, she digs her claws into my back, and I welcome the slight sting.

We move as one to her bedroom, and it is almost a surprise when she topples onto the bed with me on top of her, making us laugh.

We are so wrapped up in our own world, we didn’t realize we had already reached our destination.

The only time I have ever lost myself like this was in a hidden underground bunker in Mexico, but that was different.

It wasn’t with a beautiful woman who made me forget my own name.

Then, it was a traitor who had been spying on us for our enemy.

I shake away the thoughts and lift off Nikki, with the intent to stop thinking so much and strip us both naked.

Slowly, I stand and turn her over onto her stomach.

I pull on the zipper, listening as her breath hitches when it moves closer to the small of her back.

Her skin is soft under my hands as they push the material away from her shoulders.

I don’t know what I planned, but somewhere in my head, I thought this would be easy.

I would strip her, strip me, and we would both be happy.

Only now, I realize there is a flaw in that plan.

How am I supposed to get the dress off her if she is lying on her stomach and the zipper only goes to the top of her ass instead of all the way down to the bottom?

Granted, the women I usually slept with were already bare when I walked through the door.

“ Hermosa , turn around,” I whisper in her ear and bite back a moan when she flips onto her back, her body brushing against mine because I refuse to put any kind of distance between us. I crave the contact.

When she settles on her back, I lift her to her feet, and she almost falls back to the bed. I take great pride in knowing I did this to her and smirk. “Weak in the knees for me, hermosa ?”

She narrows her eyes and grins. “I’m not admitting anything.” She grabs the material of her dress and pulls it down her arms, pushing it down her legs, leaving her in nothing except a black lacy bra and matching panties. Fuck, she is stunning.

“We will see about that,” I challenge. Dropping to my knees, I drag her panties down her legs and throw them off to the side. They are in my way. “Brace yourself.” I press my face to her stomach and breathe in her scent, needing to taste her.

She parts her legs a little, giving me space, and I grin. She wants this as much as me. My hands are on her thighs, holding her still as I drop my mouth to her pussy, tasting the liquid that has already pooled there, making her gasp and fall on the bed, her legs spread wide. Magnificent.

Without waiting for her to say or do anything, I dive in, latching onto her clit, biting and pulling on it with my teeth, eliciting another moan from her. “Alex!” Her reaction makes me smile.

I press into her core with one of my fingers.

She is tight and wet. Her pussy grips me with such force, I can feel the pressure all the way to my dick.

Removing my fingers, I replace them with my tongue, drinking in her essence.

Her hands grab my hair and pull, and I welcome the pain.

I spoke the truth earlier when I said a little pain magnifies the pleasure.

I bite her clit again, and the pressure from her hands increases.

If she pulls out all of my hair, it will be worth it.

Anything with her is worth everything I will have to go through.

It rocks me to realize that, but it doesn’t completely surprise me.

Since I woke up and found her leaning over me, I have known she is different.

The way I act around her. The way I pursue her when I know it would be best to let her go.

She makes me forget all my good intentions and want things I never have before.

I push two fingers into her and curl them upward as I suck on her button.

It won’t take much to send her over the edge into oblivion, and I’m anxious to see her fall apart for me.

Rubbing that spot deep within her while I feast on her at the same time has her practically screaming, and I briefly wonder how good the insulation in her walls is and if the neighbors can hear.

But that thought flies away as she calls my name again, her nails digging into my scalp as she holds my face against her, her hips bucking against me.

Within seconds, orgasms flood me with her fluid, practically drowning me, but I don’t move away.

If anything, I press closer, drinking it up, prolonging her pleasure.

When Nikki finally pushes me away, I stand to find a blissed-out expression on her face. She is smiling and her eyes are closed, her face flushed. She looks happy and at ease.

Slowly, she blinks her eyes open, and her grin grows. “Get your clothes off and get in this damn bed! I need to feel you.”

“Your wish is my command.” Removing my suit, I watch her.

Her eyes have not left me, and with each article of clothing removed, I can see the lust building in her eyes again.

Her pupils are dilated, and she bites her lip as she pants, waiting for me.

I know I look good. I’m built and keep in shape.

I almost have to in my line of work. If you count on everyone else to fight your battles for you, you will lose your edge and some of the respect of your men.

I fight beside them, not hiding out, away from danger.

But I also know I have scars from those fights littering my skin.

I’m proud of all my scars. They are the times I fought and won. Would she think the same thing?

“Holy fuck, Alex,” she whispers as her eyes slide closed again. I think she likes them. “Get over here now!” Bossy little minx.

I grab a condom from my wallet and climb onto the bed and over her, settling my weight there. “What do you want?” I ask. I’ve never asked before.

“You in me. Need. Now.”

I almost laugh at the way she strings together the words, but I don’t have it in me. I need that too.

Taking the condom from me, she rips it open and rolls it on me herself.

It takes everything within me not to spill right then and there.

Her touch on my cock feels too good, too perfect.

I breathe deeply to try to regain a modicum of control, which feels impossible with her beneath me. “Nikki… hermosa ,” I groan.

“Now you know how I feel when you touch me,” she says and stretches to kiss the side of my mouth.

Chuckling, I lean down and take her nipple into my mouth, and she hisses. I move to the next one, making her moan my name. I love the sound of it coming from her.

I lift up, and her mouth is hanging open, a small bit of spit dripping down the side of it. Beautiful. I cannot resist her. I press my lips against hers, and when she opens her mouth, I slide my tongue inside to play with hers. I see sparks and feel the jolt of electricity that passes between us.

Nikki rips her mouth away from mine and begs, “Now. Inside.”

Her wish is my command. Grabbing my dick, I line it up with her and press inside. I close my eyes, squeezing them shut, trying to stave off my orgasm. I refuse to act like an adolescent boy who comes the moment someone touches his cock.