Page 20 of The Kingpin


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As the kiss deepened, his tongue continuously drifting from one side of my mouth to the other, I found myself rolling onto my tiptoes without being forced. But when I curled one arm around his shoulder, tangling my fingers in his thick hair, the little voice inside my head chastised me.

That encouraged me to push my palm against his chest, but it was to no avail. He was an immovable force, capable of taking what he wanted. And for some crazy reason, he wanted me. My nerves remained on edge, but the tickling sensations turned into a wave of fiery electricity. There was no denying our attraction or our strong chemistry. I’d never been kissed with such passion, had never been held this way. It was appealing in all the wrong ways, but I found myself responding to his imploring needs.

The unmistakable scent of my wetness floated between us.

When he finally broke the kiss, his actions were swift. He yanked the tee shirt over my head, pitching it aside. This time, he left no room for doubt, flexing his fingers and running them down my neck to my chest, his chest rising and falling. Then he slipped a single finger under the twisted elastic of my thong.

The single snap of his wrist forced an unwanted moan from my throat, but I found myself panting from desire and anticipation. He narrowed his eyes, laughing softly.

“You want what only I can give you.”

There was no arrogance in his tone, just words made into a statement that seemed entirely too correct. If he expected an answer, there was no way I could provide him with one. I was too hypnotized, uncertain of what to do. He dragged his tongue across his bottom lip, allowing his gaze to fall to my bare feet.

“Fuck. You are far too beautiful.”

I’d never been this paralyzed, uncertain I was even managing to breathe. Yet when he cupped both breasts, flicking his thumbs back and forth across my aching nipples, I floated into a crazy moment of nirvana.

The dazzling sensations continued to crawl through me even as I remained frozen in his hold. I was his captive, taken against my will, but when he lowered his head, pulling my nipple into his mouth, I threw my head back, gasping for air, ecstasy overruling rationality. How could I want this? How could I need his touch as much as I did?

Unable to help myself, I fisted his hair, issuing several scattered whimpers. There were stars floating in front of my eyes, all of them in vivid colors of the rainbow. The torrid moment was explosive, so much so I feared combusting. He was gentle at first, moving from one breast to the other. Then his actions became more aggressive, his need building.

I could no longer feel my legs, the mind-blowing moment ripped with passion.

“Are you wet for me, princess?” he asked as if already knowing the answer.

“Uh-huh.” I cringed from answering him so quickly, but of course he’d already known exactly what he was doing to me.

“Mmm…” He bit down on my hard bud and I had to bite back a scream. The moment he rolled his hand down my back, shifting it between us, I tensed, yet I opened my legs without being commanded. As he shifted to my other nipple, he added another blast of explosive heat before growling. The sound was even darker than before, a wordless explanation of what he had planned for me.

He aimlessly rolled a finger around my clit, every sound he made guttural. Predatory. I bit back a moan then a nervous laugh, fighting the urge to touch him. Yet the moment was drawing me into an even more desperate need. The way he growled like an animal was a telling statement, every desire turning more primal. He pulled away, taking deep, scattered breaths. Then he pushed me onto my knees.

“Touch me, princess. Suck me.”

I stared up at him, shock and awe tearing through me, but I obeyed him without any further hesitation. Where every move he’d made had been practiced, every touch exactly as he wanted, I fumbled, shaking like a leaf.

Finally, I managed to tug at the belt that had initiated me into the world of discipline, stroking the thick leather before fighting with the buckle. When I managed to drag it aside, I didn’t take my eyes off his as I pulled the zipper. His were full of even more darkness. When I peeled away both sides, he yanked the shirt over his head, the expression on his face tinged with evil.

The moment I grabbed my first look at his cock, I was pitched into another frenzy of need. How could a man’s shaft be so beautiful? He already had pre-cum on the tip, which I dared to lick off, shaking all over from the tangy yet surprisingly sweet taste.

“You can be such a good girl, can’t you?”

My God. Why did his words thrill me? This was pure insanity. I dragged my tongue around his cockhead, fighting all the emotions tearing through me. I wanted this man, yet I already hated him. I closed my eyes and took the tip into my mouth, swirling my tongue back and forth.

“No, princess. Watch me. Don’t take your eyes off me.”

Another tremor of excitement slipped through every muscle as I glanced up at him, never blinking. When he fisted my hair, holding me in place, his expression changed to something entirely carnal. I could swear the man was going to ravage me over the course of the night.

I took another inch inside my wet mouth, using my strong jaw muscles to suck. Then I slipped my arms around his muscular thighs, tugging the material of his trousers down so I could grasp his buttocks. His ass was incredible, so firm that I moaned over the thick invasion. Every sound he made was laced with huskiness, the deep vibrations from his continuous growls humming against the rapid beating of my heart.

Arman rolled onto the balls of his feet, his grip on my hair tightening. Then he used it as a tether to keep me in place while he fucked my mouth, taking full control. “I can tell you love sucking my cock, sweet Raven. Don’t you? That’s it, take more of me.”

He shoved the remainder inside, driving the tip against the back of my throat. I thought for certain I would gag but I was able to breathe through my nose, calming the hard kick of nerves. Maybe it was my body’s betrayal controlling all my bodily functions, including the rapid thoughts and images jetting through my mind, but the lust became irresistible.

The intense throbbing between my legs only increased as I dragged my tongue back and forth, fighting to keep some level of control. He was having none of it, his face glistening as beads of sweat trickled down both sides. Then his teeth caught on his bottom lip, his eyes half closed.

“Fuck, angel. You have one hot mouth.” He continued face-fucking me, every muscle in his body stiffening. The man’s chest was ripped, his abdomens so chiseled that I wanted nothing more than to brush my fingertips across the perfect indentations. He was truly the most handsome man I’d ever set eyes on. No man should be this good looking.

And yet so evil.

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