Page 65 of The Bonds We Break

I lose the edge I was chasing for a moment.

Looking into King’s eyes, I try to find it again.

“Stay with me, duchess.”

I nod and fall back into the pattern I know works. And my lower abs tighten as the sensations become deeper, as I fall into the feelings I know come before an orgasm.

It’s there, so close.

I nudge the vibrator to my clit, sliding it back and forth, pressing harder and harder each time until lights erupt behind my eyes, and I come. Sharp waves crash into me hard.

I gasp, open mouthed.

“Fuck,” King growls.

He climbs onto the bed, pushes my hand out of the way, and thrusts his tongue deep inside me. Aftershocks ripple through me as he licks and teases my oversensitive clit. I grab the hair on the back of his head, pulling hard until he realizes and moves his mouth to mine.

His arm reaches out, fumbling in the side table. He groans and kneels between my thighs. “Such a good girl. You know how fucking hot it was, watching you chase that?”

Because we don’t have the results of his tests yet, he grabs a condom and rolls it on before opening a tube of lubricant. He pours some on the condom and rubs it in before reaching between my legs. If he notices I’m not very wet, he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he thrusts one, then a second finger inside me, coating me with the surplus lube.

I feel overwhelmed. This man who doesn’t care for me is ...caring for me.

And then I notice his nails. He’s trimmed and cleaned them. No rough edges. He’s not asked me to come. He’s normalized me using a vibrator instead of getting his ego involved. He wants me to come for me, not him.

He lies down on his back. “Take my cock, Rae. Show me how much you want me inside you.”

I straddle him, hearing the hiss when I lower myself over him. He feels so thick, it burns for a moment until the lube eases the glide. Nothing hurts.

And King is looking at me as if I’m ... more than a traitor’s sister.

Strong fingers dig into my hips, holding me flush against him as he grinds me forward and backwards. No thrusting. Just slow and steady.

My clit aches with a need to come again. I know I won’t. Not after I’ve already orgasmed. But I like the way it feels.

I like the way his hands grip me.

“In twenty seconds, I’m gonna let go, Rae, and you’ll be in control. And I want you to make me come. This isn’t about you now. I don’t care how good it feels for you. It’s about me. You had your turn. Now it’s mine. Your only goal from here on out is to get me off. Do you understand?”

Everything inside me tightens at the instruction. My clit aches. My abs clench. I nod.

King groans. “Fuck, love the way you squeeze me. Ten seconds.”

I feel like I need to come again. Knowing I only have ten seconds left to claim it makes me want to chase it more.

But King’s instructions were clear. Worse, they were fair. In ten seconds, it’s all about him. Not me.

His grip tightens on my thighs. I’ll have bruises in the morning, I’m sure. But not the kind my mother used to wake up with.

They’ll be proof this night happened.

“Five seconds, Rae.”

I look into his eyes. There’s the same kind of need I’m feeling swirling there. His breath is ragged.

He releases my thighs and lazily tucks his hands behind his head. “Work me out, Rae. I need it.”

Something about his order settles everything I was feeling. I rise, feeling the slick slide of the lube, and lower back down. It feels good to be in charge, even if it’s only because he told me to be.