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Or rather, he shoved me into his car.
And all that effort was so he could fuck me in his house all over again. Against the door, the wall, and just now, in the shower.
Thanks to his insatiable libido, I’m unable to move. Again. And I’m sore and achy all over.
Jesus. I’m not so young anymore.
And neither is he. So where the hell does he get this energy? He even looks ready to have a redo.
Maybe I need to make friends with Martha and ask her to smuggle me out of this place after I put sleeping powder in his drink.
His dark hair falls over his eyes as he uses a towel to dry it, sending the wet strands flying everywhere.
I try to glance away from his sculpted torso and fail. It doesn’t help that droplets of water slide down his abs and to the V-line that disappears beneath his boxer briefs. He has the type of perfect physique that belongs on the cover of a magazine.
“Your place is occupied by a certain mobster wife and her dogs,” he says in answer to my earlier statement. “As I mentioned, having an audience is not my thing.”
“How did you know Caroline has dogs?”
“When I talked to her on the phone earlier, she said Cain and Lucifer say hi. I honest to fuck hope those are only some edgy dog names and that you didn’t invite actual demons to your apartment.”
“Why did you even call Caroline… Let me guess, she told you where I was?”
“You guessed correctly.”
I’m going to kill Callie.
“Don’t be a stranger.” He motions at my proximity with a crooked smile. “I won’t bite you.”
“Won’t bite me, my ass. I have the marks to prove you wrong.”
“Allow me to correct my statement. I won’t bite younow.” He starts toward me with long, determined strides, draping a clean towel over his shoulder.
I grab the nearest object, a gold candelabra, and hold it protectively in front of me. “I swear to God, Kingsley. If you take a step further, I’m going to bash your head in.”
If I thought that would deter him, I’m proven utterly wrong when he keeps approaching with a wicked grin. “You have it in you to knock out my genius-level neurons?”
“Just like you have it in you to drain me.”
“Your pussy and your mouth don’t sing the same tune, sweetheart.” He stops a hair’s breadth away. “I bet if I put my fingers inside, that cunt will swallow them and keep them there.”
“Stop it…” I jam the candelabra against his chest, but something blinds my eyes.
A towel.
He removes the candelabra from my fingers with embarrassing ease. Then my sight is back when he starts to towel-dry my hair with both hands.
I tense, but he just continues his task. “Relax. I won’t fuck you again…for now. You need to eat and drink more water first or you’ll be dehydrated.”
My lips part as I stare up at him, honestly looking for a sign that this is a joke. When I find nothing, my throat dries.
Since when is he a caring person? Yes, I know that he dedicated his life to Gwen and is a loving father, but other than that, he’s been crowned a jerk.
I had assumed that he’d be the same toward his sexual partners, too.
A queasy feeling spreads through my stomach at that thought.
No, nope. I’m not going to think about his fuck buddies, army of escorts, and the fact that I’m one of them.
