Arranged love

His hand falls to my neck, and I swallow, my skin breaking out in goose bumps. Lowering his head, he whispers in my ear, sending a chill down my spine. “Dance with me.”

Without waiting for an answer, he pulls away and grabs my hand, dragging me out to the dance floor. People part for us like he’s fucking Moses, and the men nod their heads at him as if they know him personally.

“Want It” by SoMo starts to play. I nervously look around, but he cups my cheek.

“Look at me.”

“I’ve never danced before,” I admit. My heart races with nervousness even though I want him to pull me in close to his body and run his hands all over me, making my skin heat. Fuck, I’m horny and drunk.

“First time for everything.” He repeats the same thing I said to him when he told me sex would hurt.

When he pulls me into him, I melt. His hands grip my body, moving my hips to the music. His eyes are on mine so intently that it makes me wonder what he’s thinking.

“I want you to fuck me,” I say, wanting him to know what’s on my mind. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pull him to me. Needing to be as close as possible while others run into us.

when he told me sex would hurt.

When he pulls me into him, I melt. His hands grip my body, moving my hips to the music. His eyes are on mine so intently that it makes me wonder what he’s thinking.

“I want you to fuck me,” I say, wanting him to know what’s on my mind. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pull him to me. Needing to be as close as possible while others run into us.

He groans, lowering his lips close to mine but not close enough to touch. Once again, he’s refusing to kiss me in public. “Mia…”

Moving my head to the side, I run my tongue up the side of his neck to his ear and add, “How you like it.”

His hands grip my hips painfully, and I close my eyes, imagining him being inside me and doing that. Bruising me. Marking me.

One of his hands slides up my bare back and grips my hair, yanking my face from his neck, forcing me to look up at him in the flashing lights. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Kink,” I say, and he arches a brow at the word. “That’s what you like, right?” I pull my hands from around his neck and slide them down the sides of his button-up, feeling his taut muscles. They make my mouth water.

Maybe I’m naïve, or maybe I’m one of those dumb girls who will do whatever to please a man, but I want more. Maybe it’s for me. I want Dillan Reed to fuck me, to own me. To consume me. I need him to take my mind off everything else in my fucked-up life and teach me something new. Show me what it’s like to be with a King.

BONES

SHE STARES UP at me, her eyes heavy from the alcohol. When she said she wanted me to fuck her how I liked it, I thought she had lost her mind. I know she didn’t have any sexual partners before me, but how could she think I haven’t enjoyed fucking her? Then she mentioned Kink, and it made sense. She means she wants me to dominate her.

I can’t say that I haven’t thought about it. That’s how I’ve always been with women in the past. But they were all a means to an end sort of situation. “You sure?” I ask.

She nods, her eyes on my lips, hands gripping my hips. I’m so fucking hard, and she knows it. I can feel her body rocking against my dick, trying to tease me. She doesn’t even know the meaning of that word, but I’ll teach her.

She wants something different tonight, so I’ll give it to her. “Come on.” I pull her off the dance floor with one hand while pulling my cell out with the other. I check the availability for The Palace and then put it back in my pocket. “We’re out,” I tell the guys.

“Leaving already?” Jasmine whines, looking at Mia. She’s too busy downing what was left of the drink Emilee handed her.

“Yep. We’re going to Kingdom.”

Titan smiles, knowing exactly what I’m about to do. We’ve shared the room before. “Have fun.” He winks at Mia, making her brows crease from her confusion at his words.

I lead her out of the club and to my car, opening my passenger door for her. She stays quiet as we drive through town and pull into the private garage the Kings share at Kingdom.

Helping her out of the car, we make our way to the private entrance. “What are we doing here?” she asks.

“You’ll see,” I say vaguely.

Nigel stands in the corner behind a desk. “Bones, everything okay?” he asks.

I nod at him. “Yes. We’ll be staying here tonight.”

Grabbing a key card from my wallet, I scan it. The doors to the elevator open, and we step inside. Pressing the sixteenth floor, I grab her arm the moment the door closes and spin her around to face me. “It’s not too late to change your mind,” I whisper, cupping her face.

She gives me a drunken smile and then presses her lips gently to mine, letting me know she’s ready.

The elevator dings, and we walk down a hallway to a door that reads The Palace-every Queen needs a palace written in rose gold. I press the code to unlock the door, open it up for her, and usher her inside.