Page 25 of Fallen King


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“Take me to your place, Max. I don’t want to go home.” I shiver as the word home leaves my lips but push the emotions accompanying it out of my head easily when Max grabs my face and pulls me toward him.

He’s on me in an instant, swallowing my moan as his tongue tangles with mine. His hand presses up the length of my thigh, then traces the seam of my jeans, rubbing my core and driving me wild, and we haven’t taken off a single piece of clothing.

I need more.

I want everything.

My pussy pulses with need, and I shift, trying to give him better access.

But Max doesn’t stop.

He doesn’t change tactics.

He works my pussy through my jeans with one hand, whispering filthy words while he plays me to perfection. “Your pussy is so hot, Daphne. I want to feel it on my tongue. On my cock. I want to taste you when you come.”

I angle my body toward him, aching for more.

He trails a finger back and slides it along the seam of my ass. “How bad do you want to come?”

Jesus Christ.

Everything about this moment has me on the verge of losing control.

His words. His actions. My body is on fire.

My head lolls back against the cool leather seat, my eyes closed as the lights of the city fade into the dark streets of the suburbs. Chasing a wave that’s not far from reach. And he hasn’t even touched bare skin. I might actually explode when that happens. “So bad.”

Max grazes his lips over mine before biting down and tugging on my bottom lip. “Eyes on me, or this stops.”

My eyes fly open, and I run my hands through his dirty-blonde hair. My fingers sink in where it curls against his collar and tug. Hard. “I want you to make me come,” I whisper. “Don’t you dare stop.” I’m silently praying the words are as quiet as I want them to be, so I don’t die of embarrassment the next time I have to be in a car with Luka.

But when Max’s big thumb rubs a circle around my clit, I see stars burst into the night’s sky behind my eyes and couldn’t give a flying fuck what Luka hears.

Max’s mouth is back on mine, muffling my moans.

But nothing could dull the ecstasy coursing through my veins.

Holy shit. That was the hottest moment of my life.

Of. My. Life.

And that was with all our clothes on.

I throw my leg over Max’s lap and straddle him. Grinding my now hypersensitive sex along an impressive bulge in his pants I can’t fucking wait to get in my mouth.

His hands run up my thighs and squeeze the curve of my ass as the car slows down.

I turn my head to see Luka reaching through an open window and punching a code into a metal box outside of a black wrought-iron gate. A massive mansion looms in the distance. Max grabs my chin and pulls my face back to his. He kisses me until the car stops, then gets out first, shielding my body from Luka when he helps me out on shaky legs.

The lights are all off in the monstrously big brick home, the only illumination coming from the landscape lighting. But that’s enough to showcase its beauty. Three wings are visible from the front, but more come into view as we take a stone path toward a black wrought-iron gate. The stars twinkle in the inky night’s sky. It’s a beautiful night to be outside of the city.

I stop and take it all in as my bare feet sink into the soft, wet grass. “Where are we going?”

Max places his palm on the small of my back. “Eyes on me, Daphne.” When I bring my gaze back to him, he smiles. “We’re going to the guesthouse. I don’t want to wake my little sister up later when I make you scream my name so loud, you won’t have any voice left tomorrow.”

“I think I met enough of your family tonight,” I tell him, dazed and wondering how many times I’ll be screaming his name before dawn.

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