Reign of a Billionaire : A Dark Mafia Enemies-to-Lovers Romance

Chapter 21Liana

Istaggered back and sat on the ledge of the tub, the memory that slammed into me with the force of a transport truck still lurking in my periphery. Closing my eyes, I tipped my head back, relishing in the soothing sound of the water running and trying to make sense of it all.

The magnetic pull that emanated from Kingston had awakened something deep inside me—that had to be it. A shiver ran down my spine as the hot water slid down my skin, my sex aching and throbbing.

Why was my usually comatose pussy coming to life now, of all times?

Rather than doing something stupid, I closed my eyes and slid a hand between my legs to find the skin sensitive and hot with my arousal. I imagined it was his big hand touching me, and my heart sped up. My nipples tightened.

Shaking my head, I couldn’t understand my body’s betrayal, yet I couldn’t stop myself from picturing him. Owning me. Thrusting inside me. Touching me.

The realization slammed into my brain, driving my mind into havoc.

Touching me?

I yanked my hand away as if burned. I didn’t want him to touch me. Why would I even want Kingston at all? I don’t, I told myself. I didn’t need or want any man. The scars made me self-conscious, despite the fact that reconstructive surgery had all but erased them.

A single tear rolled down my cheek, only to be swiftly washed away by the shower water. Like my scars. Like my broken heart.

“Kiss me, sunshine.” The voice I kept hearing terrified a little part of me. Who were those words spoken to? “I want to be your first, your only, your last.”

My mouth started to fill with saliva and I pressed my lips together, forcing my heart and mind to settle. What was happening to me?

I lifted my hand, tugging at my wet strands. I wished I could pull all my hair out and find the hole that had to be in my skull, letting everything that was wrong spill out. I was tired of the dreams I didn’t understand.

I forced a lungful of air into my chest. Breathe in. Then breathe out. Again. Each inhale and exhale slowly soothed my mind and body back under control.

Ignoring the wretched commotion beneath my skin, I quickly washed my hair and rest of my body, before stepping out of the shower and wrapping a towel around myself and exiting the bathroom.

My bare feet froze, and I stilled at the doorway.

Kingston Ashford was in my—okay, the guest—bedroom, leaning against the wall casually and watching me with the dark eyes of a predator. His torso was bare, and I couldn’t help admiring the ink on his chest. I couldn’t quite make out the design, but it extended from his chest down his right arm, all of it connected with a complicated mashup of symbols.

I didn’t like that he was here. Especially not now, after the memory that left me feeling raw.

Vulnerable. Scared of the unknown.

“Ever heard of privacy?” My voice trembled, my heart drumming in my throat and my ears. He didn’t answer, but for some reason, my body hummed with anticipation. My nipples pebbled, aching for something. Or someone. My gaze traveled down his jeans to his bare feet. It made sense, he was home, yet something about him half naked had me reeling. Did he expect something?

I lifted my head and locked eyes with him.

“If you think I’m sleeping with you—” Why had my voice become breathy? He must have taken a shower too because droplets hung off the ends of his midnight-black hair. My fingers buzzed, the desire to touch him shaking me to my core.

“Who ever said anything about sleeping?”

The insinuation was… tempting. Filthy. My skin pulled tight with an ache that was foreign yet familiar. Just like in my dreams. The space between us filled with my heavy breaths and his burning gaze.

“What do you want?” I breathed.

“Make yourself come and let me watch.”

My mouth parted in shock. My cheeks went up in flames. He couldn’t be serious. Something was off, but I couldn’t figure out what. I opened my mouth to say no, but I couldn’t find my voice. What was wrong with me?

When I remained silent, he continued in that sinfully deep baritone wrapped in sin and promises of carnal pleasure. “If it’s any more appealing, I could do the same.”

My eyes fell to the impressive bulge in his jeans and my mouth went dry. I licked my lips, my tongue darting over the cut. I hoped the sting would restore reason in me. It didn’t.

I wasn’t a virgin. I wasn’t particularly shy. Yet something about letting another person watch me in the intimate, private time when I touched myself made me feel vulnerable. Exposed. Then there was the idea of anyone touching me and feeling those scars firsthand. I couldn’t let that happen.

“No touching?” I blurted. “I can take almost anything else.”

“No touching.”

I shivered, mesmerized by my body’s response to the possibility of seeing him jack off while I touched myself.

“I don’t much like it anyhow,” he stated matter-of-factly, surprising me with his admission. What were the chances? I thought I was alone in this predicament. “But something about you… I could bring myself relief while watching you.”

He recited it like it was a business transaction. I didn’t like it, yet I felt the slick moisture between my legs.

“So… we masturbate while watching each other?” He nodded, his face an unfeeling mask while his dark eyes were like flames.

My gaze darted to the comfortable-looking bed. “Where do you want me?”

I wanted to mentally slap myself, but the words were already out of my mouth. I might as well own them. He tilted his chin toward the bed, and I strutted past him like I was on a runway, swaying my hips. I had officially lost my mind.

“Lose the towel,” he ordered just as I reached the bed.

Without meaning to, I obeyed. What. The. Fuck?

I had to redeem myself, so I retorted, “Lose your pants.” I glanced over my shoulder and caught him staring at my ass. “Hey, eyes up here.”

“What’s that on your back?” he asked, not bothering to stop staring at my ass.

I stiffened. It was a faint scar that plastic surgery couldn’t erase, but I wasn’t going to tell him that.

“We agreed on watching each other whack off, not talk. Now pants off; otherwise I’m getting dressed and getting outta here.”

His lips twitched, but the amusement never reached his eyes. Then, to my surprise, he unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down his muscular, tattoo-covered thighs. God, he was a specimen.

Mesmerized by every naked inch of him, I got on the bed, my gaze never wavering from him as he sat down on the oversized chair that would easily accommodate me straddling him and⁠—

I gave my head a shake. No. I didn’t want to straddle this man.

“Lie back against the pillows,” he instructed. “Half-upright position. Your eyes on me.” His jaw was taut as he watched me follow his command. “Now, spread your legs and touch yourself.”

His strong fingers wrapped around his cock at the same time my hand slipped between my legs. He started to stroke his dick, the muscles in his arms flexing. It was—I reluctantly admitted—the most beautiful sight I had ever seen.

A soft moan escaped my lips at the same time his sigh filled the space, enveloping us in our own private bubble.

“Let me see you work your clit.”

I rubbed it faster, spreading the wetness around while obscene noises of his movements and mine vibrated through the air. I closed my eyes, teasing my swollen, slick pussy with desperation unlike ever before. My clit throbbed, and I thrust one finger inside my entrance.

“Tell me what you’re thinking about.”

“Your cock inside me.”

My eyelids flew open at my words, shocked at my revelation. He sucked in a breath, his hand on his cock, still stroking. I couldn’t tear my gaze away from his groin, watching him work himself. His fist squeezed the head of his cock and a bead of moisture appeared on the tip, which he smeared everywhere.

I wondered how he tasted as waves of heat rolled through my limbs, setting my core on fire. God, I was needy for his cock. I wondered how it’d feel inside me, but it was something that would never happen. Not if neither one of us liked to be touched. Plus, there was the whole I work alone and he might kill me thing.

“Your pussy would strangle my cock, would milk it.” His voice, wrapped in sin, did things to me that he didn’t notice because he was staring at my hand between my legs. My fingers moved faster, my pleasure climbing, expanding. “I want you on my face right now.”

A visible shudder rolled through me. “I thought you didn’t like contact.”

“I want to lick your juices, suck on your clit until you’re screaming with pleasure. I’d work you till you passed out.”

I licked my lips as I stared at his erection, turned on beyond my wildest expectations.

“Fuck,” I breathed, staring at his jutting cock, with its smooth skin and veins along the side. The head dripped with a pearly liquid, and I imagined that thickness pounding inside me, splitting me in half and filling me up more than ever before. My pussy clenched around my fingers, and I moaned.

“On my face,” he grunted. “Now.”

The word cracked off the bedroom like a whip. Without meaning to, I obeyed him, scurrying off the bed and coming to stand in front of him.

“How do I do it without touching you?” I breathed. I was trembling with eagerness.

“Your knees on the armrests,” he said in a low rumble. I followed the instruction, my legs spread obscenely, my pussy on display in front of his face. My body hovered awkwardly above him when his next words had my legs shaking. I felt him slide down the chair slightly, so that he was positioned beneath me. “Sit that cunt down on my face. I want my face dripping with your arousal.”

My body obliged immediately. My engorged clit throbbed with an achy need as his mouth closed around it.

“Ohhhh,” I moaned loudly. Goosebumps broke along my skin. Heat bloomed in my pussy. His mouth worked its magic as he licked and sucked like his life depended on it.

My back arched and my body rocked against his mouth, needing more. I could hear the fleshy sound of his beating off—so fucking erotic.

I wheezed as I ground down against his face, my fingers digging into the headrest of the chair. My legs were shaking, my movements uncoordinated because of how turned on I was. How needy. I panted, my eyelids heavy as I watched him eating me out with a blissful expression on his face.

I writhed, rocked, and cursed. My orgasm was so close I could practically taste it. The pressure inside me wound tighter, coiling like an active volcano. He licked and sucked, his tongue penetrating my entrance, and I was convulsing, my vision going dark as the pleasure dragged me into the ether.

I shuddered against his mouth as he continued licking me, swirling all the slickness and juices, then fucking me with his tongue while I moaned incoherent words. He licked me with ruthlessness, until I began shaking, my hips rocking and chasing a second orgasm.

My body splintered into a million pieces while my mind was wiped. I screamed as wave after wave of white-hot bliss wracked my body, tearing me to pieces.

“You’ll always be mine,” he murmured, and my eyes snapped to him. His arms flexed furiously as he jerked his cock. His gaze locked on my swollen pussy, his movements rough, and my trembling thighs lowered just as hot jets spurted all over his hard abs and my throbbing pussy. “Louisa.”

Ice froze my veins where lust and fire burned just moments ago at hearing the name I hadn’t heard voiced in so long.