Page 143 of The Darkest King


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A sound escapes me as he takes my mouth, and I let him.

He doesn’t want to lose me; I don’t want to lose him, but if I marry him and he destroys my family, I’m as responsible for their deaths as Connor.

I make another guttural sound against his lips, and he stops and gazes down at me. Then with afuck this,he swipes at whatever is on his desk—papers, a monitor, a mobile phone—and lifts me onto it.

Thank God.

I claw at his T-shirt, needing him as much as he needs me. I haven’t said it out loud, but I am deeply and madly in love with Connor Barrett.

There’s just no way we can ever be together.

So, while he rips my clothes from me and tosses his own across the floor, I let him make love to me for the last time.










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CONNOR

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Mia’s insane if shethinks I’m letting her go.

Not because I’ve told her all my secrets. Not because she’s the greatest fuck of my life—although, that’s a fantastic bonus. It’s because I love her with all of my dark, crumbled heart.

Because she needs my protection.

Because without me, she’ll be handed over to a gangster who would never love, honor, cherish, or pleasure her like I can.

Like I will.

I tug her to the edge of the desk and take in her complete, glistening nakedness. My body feels pumped, anxious, and in need of claiming this woman in ways I’ve never experienced before.

I feel hungry, raw, primal.

“Hurry,” Mia pleads as my eyes slide over her breasts, my fingers following their path.

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