Page 104 of The Kingpin's Call Girl

I’m sinking so deep into this strange reality we create together that I don’t know which way is up. It’s everything.

He stands, letting the angle of his finger grow sharper, hitting just the right spot.

I whimper.

He slows, dragging his fingertip around my sex like a god trailing energy with his touch.

“Don’t stop.”

“Shamelessly begging for more.”

My eyes fly open. Iambegging.

When I vowed I wouldn’t.

But I want more. More of this. More of him. “Fuck off, you dirty beast.”

Something dangerous flashes in his eyes, and the last thread of his control snaps. His jaw clenches, his nostrils flare, and his pupilsdilate until his eyes are almost black. A wild, dark energy radiates from him—primal and untamed.

I’ve awakened something in him that should probably terrify me, but I love it way too much, and my world’s upside-down now anyway.

“That’s right,” I say. “You’re not fit to lick the leather bottoms of my gold embroidered shoes.”

He growls, long and low. With one violent swipe, he clears the bar surface. Glasses and bottles fly off, bouncing and shattering across his floor.

He hoists me up.

“You’re mine,” he rasps, claiming my thighs with rough hands. “Your body is mine. Your breath is mine. When you come is mine, and your begging is mine.”

My chest heaves as he presses my thighs apart. Our mutual heat cranks to eleven.

“Do you feel me owning you? You’re in my castle now, princess. I own this world. I’m setting the law.”

“You can lick... the... bottoms... of my... embroidered...”

His gaze is merciless as he drags his fingers through the slick proof of my undoing. My breath stutters, my fingers twitch with the urge to shove him away, pull him closer—maybe both.

“I should destroy you,” he murmurs, voice like gravel.

A shiver rips through me. Fear and need tangle together so tightly I can’t tell them apart.

“Do it,” I plead, reckless now. “Just do it.”

His thumb strokes my clit, slow, torturous. “Oh, I will,” he promises, lips brushing mine in a whisper of a kiss.

Chapter Forty

LUKA

I’m inside her in a flash, this woman I can’t get enough of. This woman who, by all rights, should be in the Bronx River.

Her heat clenches around me, gripping like a vise, and I curse, dragging my hands over her hips and locking her against me. She closes her teeth around the skin of my neck. She could do some damage if she wanted. She could kill me with a bite there.

But she won’t.

She’s too gone, too ruined.

So am I.