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

Chapter 22Kingston

She trembled, breathing hard.

My cock pushed against her hot entrance, and I watched our bodies almost join. Hers, pure as fresh snow. Mine, marred from years of fighting.

“Are you sure, Louisa?”

She was so tight, so tense. The tip of my cock was barely inside her pussy, but I could already feel her walls clenching around it.

Her eyes found mine. “I’m sure, Kingston.” Her lips peppered my flesh as she hung on to me tightly. My muscles trembled with the intense need to make her mine. “You wanted to wait; we waited. Now I’m eighteen, I want you. My first, my last, my only.”

My hips jerked and I sunk deeper, drawing a gasp from those pretty lips. “Mine,” I panted.

“Yours.” Her gaze never wavered from mine. “I’m all yours, and you’re all mine.”

I slowly pushed inside, both of us glancing down, watching my dick disappear into her body.

She clutched my shoulders, her fingernails digging into my skin.

“Is… it… in?” she breathed, reaching her lips up to brush against mine.

My biceps shook, not from my weight but from all the emotions and self-restraint. I gritted my teeth and fought the urge to thrust all the way in, not wanting to hurt her.

“Almost.” It was the only time I lied to her.

“I don’t think we fit,” she croaked.

“I promise, we fit.” We were the only thing that made sense in this world. “Relax, sunshine.” She squeezed her eyes shut. “You’re taking me so well. Your pussy was made for me.”

Her eyes opened, shining with pure, unfiltered love. She wrapped her arms around me, her fingernails digging into my back. Marking me, just the way I was marking her.

“And your cock… It’s p-perfect.” Her hips rocked against mine in unpracticed movement, her voice quivering. “I’ll belong to you for as long as I live, but you also belong to me, Kingston.”

“Always,” I vowed, my hips thrusting forward until I filled her completely. Pleasure unlike anything else shot up my spine, and I groaned into her throat. “I’m yours until I draw my last breath.”

She made a vow; I did the same. She kept her vow until the day she was killed; I’d just broken mine.

Self-loathing. Self-condemnation. Self-destruction.

Guilt. Rage. Bitterness.

Never again.

I wouldn’t repeat the same mistake again, regardless of how beautiful Liana looked.

This time around, it’d finish me off.

With one shake of my head, I stood up. Her body slid off me and she fell on her ass with betrayal in her eyes as I strode away from her. But the taste of her, the scent of her, stained my skin.

I almost fucked her—not that what I’d done was innocent. It all went so fucking wrong. It took all my self-control not to grab her by that slim waist and slam her down, thrust inside her, and piston her until I emptied myself.

The moment I was back in my bedroom, I realized I was still butt naked. Fuck! Pulling on a pair of pajama pants, I lay in bed awake, staring at the ceiling and wondering how I could have stooped so low. I pondered what the fuck could have happened for Liana to have changed so drastically.

The girl I knew didn’t know how to slice someone’s throat or shoot to kill. She didn’t have her hands drenched in blood. Maybe my mind no longer remembered her. Them. Maybe somewhere along the way, my mind had broken.

Fuck, maybe I missed Lou so much that my mind conjured a small part of her in Liana desperate for just a moment when she was still with me.

“Kiss me, sunshine.” My hands were in her soft strands, tilting her face up, her mouth a heartbeat away. “Kiss me like there’s no tomorrow for us.”

Her lips brushed against mine, soft at first and then harder. She whimpered, pressing her soft body against mine. My thumb swept over her pulse point in her neck, feeling her erratic heartbeat.

She wanted me despite the fact that I wasn’t worth loving. She loved me despite how tainted I was. She needed me despite the fact that I was a killer.

And she… well, she was the easiest person to love.

She pushed onto her tiptoes, her soft hips pressing against my groin, and I grunted into her mouth. Her arms wrapped around my neck, fingers tangling at my nape.

“I love you, Kingston,” she breathed into my mouth.

Click.

My eyes snapped open to find the barrel of a gun pointed at me. The woman I dreamt about had her finger on the trigger and a pissed-off expression on her face. No—not the woman in my dream.

This woman, I should keep my distance from. Although, judging by the way her nostrils flared and her chest heaved, it might be too late.