Page 82 of The Darkest King


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Jesus.

Pleasure fills my core, and I’m worried I’m going to come immediately. I don’t want it to end. I never want it to end with this man. I press into his mouth, my body arching as I grip the edge of the table.

“Oh God, oh God, oh my God,” I groan.

“Sweet fucking pussy,” Connor says, his fingers teasing my hole. “No one is taking this from me.”

Oh shit.

He keeps teasing, his mouth clamping onto my clit, and then I scream his name. As my orgasm hits hard, waves of it continuing in bursts, Connor rips off his shirt, and I run my hands over his rippling muscles. His pants drop to the floor.

“Mia,” he cries, slamming into me, one palm on the wall above my head.

With those deep eyes locked with mine, I gaze into them like he’s all I could ever hope for. I don’t want anyone to take me from him either.

But I don’t belong to him. I’m my own woman. I will never sell my soul.

Even though it feels like Connor Barrett already owns it.










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CONNOR

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Ihold Mia’s hand asour car speeds toward her father’s house on Long Island. No one is around to witness this display of affection—if you can call it that. After hearing Cade Mancini tried to coerce Mia back to the family, I’m feeling a little protective.

Mia is mine.

For now.

I’m lying to myself that it’s because she is the key to me getting close to her father, but I know it’s a little more. I like Mia—that’s all. I like having her in my life and in my bed. That’s probably normal.

If you ignore the fact that we’re faking an engagement and I’m using her to avenge my slaughtered family.

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