Page 103 of The Bonds We Break

I can’t help but grin. “I’m not asking them soIcan know. I’m asking them soyoucan.”

He opens his mouth to say something, then closes it again. “Maybe you should just be a good girl and be quiet.”

“Where would the fun be if I were quiet, King?”

He palms his cock and I glance down. It’s hard. “Yes. I’m building you an office. I’m going to put custom cabinets in there so it feels like a library. And I’m going to spend the next ten thousand years doing whatever I have to so I can afford to buy you more rare copies of Shakespeare’s scripts. There’s got to be something ironic or prophetic or something about a vengeful King using ill-gotten gains to buy books about vengeful kings, right?”

I place my hands over my ears. “I don’t want to know about ill-gotten gains. And the shelves will be wonderful. Thank you.”

I take over rubbing his cock. I love the way I have this kind of power of him. That I’m an accelerator to him. Always.

Sometimes it’s just my presence.

I was literally eating a grapefruit this morning, and he slammed his spoon in his cereal bowl so hard, it splashed milk everywhere. And now I know how cold the kitchen island is beneath my naked butt and how good his tongue feels against my clit while I’m sitting there.

He strokes my hair with his full hand, then tips his chin to the floor. I love it when he’s like this. When he just tells me what he wants. I drop to my knees as he unzips his jeans.

“Say thank you, duchess.”

“Thank you,” I say.

“Good girl. Now suck it.”

I blush. “Niro is waiting on the porch.”

“His penalty for suggesting you could sleep with him is to hear you sucking my cock and me loving it. So shut up and take my cock like a good girl. The faster you make me come, the more grateful I’ll know you are.”

“Your wife, huh?” I say before I drag my tongue along his length. The wordwifemakes me feel like mush inside. Being married to someone wasn’t even something I thought I wanted.

King winks at me. “Can’t wait to knock you up, duchess.”

The idea makes me suck so good he comes in less than a minute.

37

KING

“Dance with me, King,” Rae says, tugging on my hand.

Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes shining, and she’s a little tipsy. Turns out when you’ve never really drunk before, two glasses of champagne are enough to get you there.

I pull her to me and wrap my arms around her waist. Not sure who put the slow songs on, but my guess is it’s Spark, who has found the singular romantic bone in his body for Iris. The two of them are dancing in the middle of the clubhouse.

“Happy New Year,” I whisper in Rae’s ear, swaying the two of us.

She doesn’t fight me. Instead, she burrows against my chest, and I feel the sigh leave her body.

Over the top of her head, I see Clutch spin Gwen making her laugh, her engagement ring sparkles as she twirls. Saint is teaching Briar how to do some fancy ballroom-looking shit. Not sure where the fuck he learned that. Tess and Track are deep in conversation as they move together. We’ve negotiated a plea deal. Six months’ time.

Halo and Switch are pissing everyone off by sarcastically dancing together.

Bates has his hands all over Penny’s ass.

And Niro has been brooding for the past few days. He’s propped up against the bar, knocking back whiskey like it’s pop.

“You wanna go home, duchess?” I ask.

She opens one eye, squints with the other, and looks up at me. “Yes, please. I’m really tired.”