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

Chapter 48Kingston

Iwasn’t going to last long with Liana in a tiny bikini. The image of her like that was now seared into my brain, and there was no cure for it.

I thanked all the fucking saints there were no other humans on this island, or I’d have to blind a lot of innocent people. And that would make a hypocrite out of me.

Slowly but surely, Liana was getting under my skin.

It caught me off guard. Or maybe I saw it coming a mile away but was unwilling to admit it. Every passing hour around her made me feel hot and edgy. It started with our rendezvous in my penthouse, the taste of her arousal, a drug that had me needing more. And then that kiss happened. The library kiss was an innocent preview, but yesterday was a game-set-match for her.

And she didn’t even know it.

I ran my tongue across my teeth. Now that I’d touched her, tasted her, and seen a glimpse of the woman she was underneath her perfect femme fatale exterior, I couldn’t resist her. I wanted to go find her and fuck her, now.

The real Liana was tormented by ghosts just like I was. She was vulnerable, yet a fighter. Soft but also strong. It was impossible to resist her.

But guilt was a powerful thing. I made a promise to Louisa and, by God, I didn’t want to break it. I loved her; I still did. So how did I move on from it?

I poured myself a glass of whiskey. I didn’t particularly care for alcohol, but since Liana had come back into my life, it would seem I resorted to it more than I cared to.

As the bitter brown liquid trickled down my throat, a memory rushed forward.

“I’m a wimp, Ghost,” Louisa cried, her head resting against the table. “I think I need more of that numbing cream.”

I chuckled. “Sunshine, you can’t possibly feel the needle at this point. It’s all in your head.”

It was just the two of us in the safety of her bedroom as I inked the tattoo on the nape of her head—one to match the design on my forearm. It was the only spot that nobody here would notice, with the way she usually kept her hair down.

“I wish those tattoo stickers were permanent.”

Unlike her sister, Louisa didn’t handle pain well. It was the reason I gave her a strong painkiller and cream to numb her skin.

“Maybe I’ll invent them if we get out of here,” I mused as I picked the gun back up and started working on the shading.

“When.”

My sunshine—always an optimist. “When,” I mimicked, teasing.

After a few seconds of silence, she spoke again. “Kingston?”

“Yes, sunshine?”

“If you ran alone, I could keep Mother and Ivan off your scent.”

I stopped and turned her chin so I could see the left side of her face. “Freedom without you is meaningless.” Her lip trembled and I leaned over, brushing my lips over hers. “I’d rather have a few seconds beyond these walls with you than have to suffer a lifetime without you.”

“Will you love me forever?” she questioned, her insecurity wrapping around my throat. “Maybe when we’re free, you’ll see that I’m… nothing.”

I let out a sardonic breath. “Sunshine, you are everything.” I smiled hearing her exhale. “I’ll love you when the sun stops rising. When the planets stop spinning. And when death comes for you, I will hold your hand and follow right along.”

A soft sniffle filled the space between us. “I love you, Kingston.”

“I love you more, sunshine.” I continued with her tattoo, lost in thought. We’d make things right in this life, we’d be free to live our truth together.

“Don’t let them take me,” she whispered over the whirring of the tattoo gun. Gripping it between my fingers, I lifted it off her skin. She was staring, eyes half-lidded, at the wall opposite us.

“They won’t take you,” I promised. The Tijuana cartel was our biggest threat. There was no way to defeat them if Sofia and Ivan were willing to sell her, but I’d make sure we got out. “We’ll be gone before they ever arrive. I’ll keep you safe.”

“Liana too, right?”

“Yes, your sister too,” I agreed reluctantly. Liana was a wild card. She wasn’t exactly eager to leave the underworld behind.

I quickly quashed the memory, but it was too late. Everything came crashing down. The control I exercised at all costs. The ghosts that haunted me. Those few stolen kisses. We never made it out of the compound together. I left Lou behind, and she wasn’t something I thought I could ever leave behind. Dead or alive.

My fingers clenched around the whiskey glass, bitterness coursing through my veins.

Liana was innocent too. Her story—spoken and unspoken words—gutted me. I was confused as fuck. I loved Louisa, yet Liana had started to feel so goddamn right. Had she put a spell on me? Or was I so fucking weak that I gave in to the first true temptation that came along?

I slammed the whiskey glass on the table, disgusted at myself, and let out a hollow laugh.

I bolted out of my bedroom and tore down the halls to her room. My body was tense with suppressed hunger. It made me furious—at her, at myself, at the goddamned world. It poisoned me down to the marrow of my bones.

She and I… We couldn’t end well. We wouldn’t end well.

It was a recipe for self-destruction. Liana loved her sister; I loved her sister. Every touch, every kiss was a betrayal to Lou. It hovered over us like a fog, clouding our judgment. And still I couldn’t stay away. Like a moth to the flame, I went.

The ghost on my shoulder warned that it’d only settle me temporarily, and once this lust dissipated, Liana and I would be left with bitter regret. But goddammit, this maddening lust tasted so fucking sweet, tempting us with its promises.

I stormed into her room, slamming the door into the wall in the process. Liana whirled around, wearing nothing but a red lace bra and matching panties. Fuck, she was beautiful. Her creamy skin. Her soft hips. Her perky breasts.

My heart drummed in my ears as those golden eyes met mine.

So warm. So light. So fucking right.

“What are⁠—”

“I need you.” I practically snarled the words, kicking the door closed with my foot. “And I think you need me too.”

She let out a soft scoff, but nothing could hide the way her cheeks turned crimson. “I don’t need anyone.” Always so brave. So determined. “Besides, I can take care of my own needs, if you catch my drift.”

Her lips curved into a sinful, seductive smile, and the images of her touching herself slammed into my mind. My dick stiffened in my jeans. It had been impossible to forget the images of her on my bed, rubbing her clit while her lust-filled eyes watched me jack off.

“Show me,” I demanded.

Liana’s fingers clenched into small fists and her shoulders tensed. Maybe I’d misread all the signs and she really did hate me. I didn’t know anymore. I promised my love and fidelity to Louisa, and here I was begging her sister to touch herself in front of me. I wasn’t in my right mind, that was for sure.

She glanced around me, almost as if expecting someone to save her. No, that couldn’t be right. She didn’t need saving. She was probably looking for a weapon to kill me with, but finding nothing, her gaze traveled back to mine.

“Jesus,” she muttered, her slender shoulders relaxing a bit as she made her way to the chair. But she couldn’t hide the traitorous tremor of her body. She wanted me too. “You’re becoming obsessed with me.” She sat on the armchair like a queen, a secret smile on her lips. Did she think about the night we shared all those months ago as much as I did? “But let me warn you, I have no intention of staying here, so you’d better not get used to this.”

Her fucking mouth would be the death of me.

“Take off your bra,” I ordered, tugging on my own shirt and sliding it over my head. Her eyes landed on my chest, and goosebumps peppered her skin.

“I don’t like your bossy tone.” Her tongue swept across her bottom lip. “Say please.”

Her nipples tightened under the thin material of her bra, and her fingers trembled as she reached for the hook in front, but she didn’t move to unclasp it. Instead, she waited with a raised brow and a challenge in her eyes.

“Drop the act, Liana,” I said, my voice so deep and thick I barely recognized it. “I can smell your arousal. And the wet spot on your panties tells me you’re drenched. Now take off your bra so I can see your tits.”

Her chest heaved before she finally did as she was told. Discarding it onto the floor, her breasts spilled out and all the blood rushed to my groin. Her fingers came down to her armrests, clenching around them.

“Show me how you touch yourself.”

She rolled her eyes, although the blush staining her porcelain skin told me she was enjoying the attention. “You already watched that show once, Kingston. This is going to get boring fast.”

This maddening woman. I unbuttoned my pants, discarding them in one go.

“The sooner you stop talking, the sooner you get relief,” I gritted. “Take off your panties so I can see your pussy.”

“Don’t go romancing anyone with that mouth of yours,” she breathed, her eyes lingering on my tattoos and the scars they hid. Could she see them? Her gaze traveled lazily down my body to my cock, and I watched with satisfaction as she flushed.

I liked that she didn’t look away, instead she watched me palm my length and tug on it. Once. Twice. She gasped, her breasts heavy and swollen, her nipples puckering tight in the cold air.

“Touch yourself, princess,” I rasped, and the plea in my voice would have embarrassed me if not for how turned on I was.

Her eyes flitted to mine before lowering again. In a decadent, sinful motion, she hooked her right knee over the armrest and inched her hand between her thighs. The first brush of her fingers had her quivering.

Fuck, she was so fucking beautiful. Spread wide open in offering, I could see her arousal, her wetness sliding down her inner thigh. The scent was fucking intoxicating.

For the first time in a long time, I wanted to fucking touch and caress and devour. I wanted to feel her flesh against mine. Yet, it felt like such a betrayal to Lou’s memory. It was her I loved. This woman in front of me was just a faded, fake replacement.

So I’d have to keep my distance. There wasn’t anything romantic about it. This was just blowing off steam.

Her fingers delved between her thighs, parting her folds, and I watched her thumb circle her swollen nub, rubbing it with her slim, graceful fingers. Her breath hitched and her whole body tensed, the sound of her wet arousal, the musky scent of her desire, and her breathing the only things I could concentrate on.

Liana slid a finger inside her core, her back arching and her lips parting with a soundless whimper. She was pink and wet, clenching and inviting. Her gaze lingered on my cock, her movements synchronized with my own. I watched as her hips started to move in rhythm with her finger, chasing her release.

“What did you think about when you touched yourself on my bed the last time?” I asked, my voice rough to my own ears.

“The man in my dreams,” she breathed, a moan slipping past her naturally pink lips, her thumb circling her clit with frantic need.

I surged forward, curling my arms around her waist and pulling her up. I should have been smarter than this. I should have been more in control, but my cock took over my brain, and it no longer mattered that Liana wasn’t my Lou. I was acting on impulse, like a starved beast about to pounce.

Her hands slammed into my chest, her wet fingers splaying over my abs, and for a moment, we stood still. Her lips were inches from mine. Eyes shining like gold.

Fuck, those eyes! I loved and loathed that color. I loved and loathed that face.

I dumped her on the bed and she bounced with a gasp. My jaw clenched as I fought my body’s urges that were tearing me apart from within.

“Are we watching each other or are you fucking me?” Her body trembled, betraying her brave words.

“On your hands and knees,” I snapped, angry that she was thinking about someone else while getting off in front of me. Furious at myself for wanting her. Confused at all these conflicting feelings that made no goddamn sense.

She scrambled up, and I shuddered at the view. Jesus fucking Christ. I wasn’t a saint, but the sight of her naked body, needy and beautiful, would have anyone falling.

With a growl, I fisted myself, squeezing my erection from tip to base, and brought my shaft against her wet folds. Her back arched and I curled an arm around her hips, holding her still, and with one forceful thrust, I drove myself deep inside her.

“Fuck,” I hissed, and she let out a strangled moan, adjusting to my size. Her tight cunt stretched around my thick erection, spasming around it, and I feared I wouldn’t last long. She was as tight as a fist and her core pulsated around my length.

Liana’s golden mane blocked her face from my view. Gripping her hip with one hand, I brought my other up and wrapped it around her hair, tugging gently. She turned and gave me a glimpse of her beautiful profile.

Her body trembled as she arched against my groin with a soft whimper.

“Fuck me, Kingston. Finish what you started.” My lips curled with satisfaction as I pulled out, leaving only the tip inside her entrance, before slamming back into her tight pussy. “Oh… Fuck…”

The sounds she made were my undoing. I lost all semblance of control. I fucked her hard, pumping into her fast and deep. Her fingers clawed at the bedsheets, welcoming each thrust and milking me of everything I had left. Her hips rocked backward and filled the air with our grunts and moans as her arousal dripped between our bodies.

“You’re gonna wreck me.” My chest rattled with a growl, and each one of my thrusts brought us both closer to the edge. “But you’re coming with me.”

I plunged into her like a madman. Her knuckles gripping the bedsheets turned white. She pressed her face into the duvet, muffling her moans of pleasure. The way she milked my cock and whimpered my name brought me closer and closer to release.

A groan vibrated from my chest as I drove into her hard and stayed rooted there, the tip of my cock brushing against her inner walls. Liana quivered as a rush of wetness dripped onto the mattress. She moaned through her release, grinding against my cock. That was all it took to send me flying. My balls tightened, and I came with a roar, my seed spurting into her.

We both shuddered through our release, and then Liana collapsed onto the bed. My body on top of hers, my mouth on the back of her neck. We lay there like that for what felt like eternity, lost in the fog, until the pleasure wound down and⁠—

I saw it.

My brows furrowed. I blinked, thinking my eyes must be deceiving me. Maybe I had finally lost my mind. I tried to breathe, fighting against the need to believe it and being too fucking scared to trust it was real.

“Kingston?” Her voice sounded far away. I pulled out of her, my cum dripping down her thighs. Liana sat up, but I gripped her hair. “Ouch. Let go of my hair,” she yelped.

Goddamn it. All this time… What could this… FUCK!

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I managed to say.

She turned and her eyes met mine. She attempted to push me away, but my grip on her hair was too strong. She winced, and a visible tremor rolled down her spine.

“I don’t know if this is some weird after-sex shit, but I’m not into it,” she growled. “Let go of my hair, psycho.”

My fingers curled around her silky strands, and I lifted them one last time. My heart came to a complete stop, the blood pumping through my veins.

Time slowed. My eyes landed on the marking I’d tattooed with my own hands all those years ago.

My legs weakened and I stumbled back from the bed, dropping to my knees.

All this fucking time, Louisa was with me.