Throne of Power (Throne Duet #1) - Rina Kent Page 0,51

a long lick, sliding her tongue from the base of my dick to the crown.

This time, I hit mute on the laptop and let out a grunt. She does it again and I grab my nape, bunching her hair around my fingers. “Are you going to fondle me for long, Princess?”

She moans, continuing her slow and unhurried licking. “Mmmm.”

“If you don’t do something in the next two seconds, I’m going to use that mouth.”

“Kyle?”

My name coming from the laptop makes me hit unmute. She smiles against my skin, licking it up and down like it’s a fucking lollipop. Her fingers fondle my balls with a finesse that matches the rhythm of her lips and tongue.

“I’ll have the necessary measures in place,” I manage to say even though I have no fucking clue what I just agreed to.

Rai might be on her knees between my legs, but she’s holding me by the balls—literally and figuratively.

She takes me in her mouth, only for a second before she releases me with a pop, then goes back to licking and playing her bloody games with me.

“We need guards in front of the downtown club twenty-four-seven,” one of the Italians says. If someone put a gun to my head and made me guess which one of the three we’re talking with, I wouldn’t for the life of me be able to pinpoint him.

“If we gather all our players in one place, it’ll seem suspicious,” I reply, then mute myself as my fingers slowly sneak into Rai’s hair and I snatch away the pins keeping it pulled up in a bun.

Blonde, shiny strands cascade over her shoulders, but she doesn’t stop her task.

“You’re boring me.” I pretend to yawn. “If you can’t play the role, don’t get on your knees.”

Her eyes light up with that spark that usually means she’s up to a challenge and will stop at nothing to win.

She slides me to the back of her throat, and even though I’m too big for her little mouth, she diligently tries to take in as much as possible. Thank fuck for the mute option because without it, the men on the other side would hear my groan that matches her moan simultaneously.

“Fuuuck.” My head falls back against the sofa as she sucks me off vigorously, though not as noisily and experimentally as the vibe she gave off when she first walked into the room.

My blood boils at the thought of her doing this with another man before me. These lips belong to me. Rai belongs to me, and anyone who dares to challenge that fact will be shot dead in his fucking sleep.

It’d be the easiest kill I would ever have to make.

I stare down at her, still holding her hair hostage, as her head bobs up and down. Her movements aren’t as fast as I prefer, but her determined expression and persistent moves make up for it.

“What time can you go to the club, Kyle?” Adrian asks me.

I unmute myself but keep my finger on the button as I manage to get out, “Nine a.m.”

I mute myself again, but Rai releases my dick with a pop, licking her bottom lip, then slides her tongue to the upper one.

“Is your game over?” I breathe out.

“No.” She runs her hand up and down my shaft. “I want you to fuck my mouth.”

Bloody fucking hell.

I nearly come right then and there, but my dick can’t pass up the invitation. I don’t give her time to change her mind as I wrap my hand around her hair, grabbing it in a fist as I slam my cock to the back of her throat.

Her eyes water, which means her gag reflex has been triggered, but she doesn’t try to fight me off, even though that’s the most instinctive thing to do.

So I keep it there, confiscating her air and her damn character, which is a lot stronger than I gave her credit for.

Her face reddens and tears run down her cheeks, but she doesn’t attempt to break eye contact. Her fingers latch onto my thighs, for support more than anything.

I pull out of her and she gasps, drool sliding down her chin and lips trembling.

“How many guards will you bring, Kyle?” Adrian asks.

I glide my dick along her lips, dampening them with pre-cum. “Open.”

She does, her lips forming an O to take me in even though she’s glaring up at me.

The knowledge that this spitfire of a woman is on her knees in front of me, allowing me to