Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 102546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
“No.” He answers before I can even finish. “Not since they got married. And I won’t. She’s his wife. And I would never cross that line.”
“Would you, if they asked you to?” I ask, unable to stop myself from looking up at him.
His blue eyes search mine, and I hold my breath, knowing what he’s going to say. I shouldn’t have even asked. Of course he would. Why not? What kind of man would turn that down? Definitely not a King. He’s probably had multiple women at once. He’s probably done things that I don’t even know exist.
I turn my back to him and go to get out of the bed to take a shower, but he grabs my arm pulling me onto my back. “Dillan—”
He straddles my hips, pinning my arms down to the silk sheets by my head. “I’m here with you, Mia,” he whispers, lowering his face to my neck. “I’m only fucking you, and you will only be fucking me.”
I arch my back, my pussy still wet from the other two times he’s fucked me tonight.
Letting go of one of my wrists, he lifts his hips, positioning himself between my legs, spreading them wide open. Making me cry out as we go for round three.
BONES
THE FOLLOWING MORNING, I walk into Kingdom feeling well rested even though I didn’t get much sleep last night. I spent what little time I was home in bed with Mia.
My cell rings as the elevator doors open, and I dig it out of my back pocket to see it’s Marsha. Sighing, I hit answer. “I said give me until Friday.”
“You sorry son of a bitch!” she screams in my ear.
She’s so loud that I pull it away from my ear. “Jesus—”
“You think you fucking own everyone!” She continues shouting. “You fucking piece of shit.”
Click.
“Well.” That was weird.
Pocketing my cell, I look up at the receptionist, and she smiles kindly at me. “They’re in the conference room waiting on you, Bones.”
I push the doors open and see everyone already in their seats, including my brother. His blue eyes are on the energy drink in his hands.
“I just had an interesting call. Can anyone tell me what it was about?” I ask, knowing someone in this room had something to do with it.
Grave sits back in his seat, his eyes meeting mine. “I did it.”
“What exactly did you do?” I question.
“I’ve had a tail on Marsha.” Opening up an envelope that sits in front of him, he tosses some papers in front of me. “I sent these to her this morning.”
Spreading them apart, I look over the pictures of her straddling a man who lies on a bed. His hands are on her hips. The windows are open, showing her bare chest, and you can see the wedding ring on his left finger. Obviously, Marsha isn’t married.
“What are we looking at exactly?” Titan asks, picking one up.
“That is James Knowles.”
“James Knowles as in the DA, James Knowles?” Cross questions.
“Yep.” Grave nods.
“He’s not married to Marsha,” Titan adds.
“Nope. They’re having an affair.” He looks up at me. “I want you to find what I have with April. But I want you to find it on your own and not be forced into it. If Mia is the one for you, then great. But fuck anyone who thinks they can tell a King what to do.”
I fall into my seat.
“So you got her to back off?” Titan asks Grave.
“I told her if she released anything about Luca being in the hospital, I’d personally drop off these pictures of her and James to his wife. Then I’d make sure they were leaked online.” He shrugs. “Not sure what she’ll post now, but she won’t be waiting for your engagement announcement this Friday.”
“Thanks, Grave,” I say, but a part of me is disappointed that I won’t be announcing my engagement to Mia. I don’t know how to feel about that.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
MIA
NOW THAT MY picture has been online, I’m able to go out in public. Dillan doesn’t want me out and about alone, so I called Jasmine today to see if she wanted to go to lunch. Thankfully, she swung by and picked me up from Dillan’s to take me to Kingdom to eat with the girls.
We’re walking out to her car when she looks at me over her shoulder. “Want to drive?”
My feet come to a stop. “Really?” I can’t keep the excitement out of my voice.
“Of course.” She dangles the keys to her SUV out in front of me.
All of a sudden, I’m nervous. Her car is expensive. I’d hate to crash it into the building. Then I’d owe her and the Kings. “I don’t know.”
“I promised you I’d teach you to drive.”
I turn around to see Dillan walking out of their private entrance, coming down the steps dressed in a black button-up with the sleeves rolled up, showing off his tatted forearms and matching slacks. He looks so good in black.