My Rules (Kingston Lane #2) Read Online T.L. Swan

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary Tags Authors: Series: Kingston Lane Series by T.L. Swan
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Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 133224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
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His hands still, and I close my eyes. Why did I say that?

“You’ve always been mine,” he breathes into my ear. “From the first moment I met you, I knew we would end up here.” He kisses down my neck to my shoulder.

I frown in confusion as I stare at the wall. “I was married when you met me.”

I feel him smile against my skin. “Only so that he could bring you to me.”

Goose bumps scatter again, and I turn toward him. “You wanted me when I was married?”

“I’ve wanted you every day since I met you . . . maybe even before that.”

My eyes hold his.

“And if things didn’t go to plan and he didn’t mess it up . . .” He slides my panties down my legs. “I planned on stealing you from him.”

What?

“You would have taken me from him?” I frown.

“In a heartbeat.” He takes my face in his hands. “You were never really his.” He kisses me softly.

“What makes you say that?” I whisper against his lips.

“Because you were always promised to me.” Our kiss deepens. “You only married him so that you could find me.” He takes my face in his two hands as we kiss, and my eyes flutter closed. “I’ve been waiting for you,” he murmurs against my lips.

I feel my heart free-fall from my chest.

Oh . . .

Why does that feel like the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard?

I screw up my face against his as emotion overwhelms me. Dear god, how am I so attached to him in just one week?

This is a disaster.

I planned on being strong and tough and the woman in control. A few pretty words, and he has me believing we are soulmates.

“Stop talking, and start fucking,” I snap as I act unaffected.

“Yes ma’am.” He chuckles and takes my hand. I catch sight of us in the mirror. He’s still fully dressed in his suit, and I’m completely naked.

Which is ironic . . . actually, it’s symbolic, because he’s completely in control while I’m just a lovesick fool.

We walk into my bedroom, and he kisses me once again. His tongue curls around mine with an intensity that I’ve never felt before. With every flutter of his tongue, I feel it between my legs.

“I need you,” I breathe as I begin to lose control.

“I know.” He pushes me back to the bed, lays me down, props me up on pillows, spreads my legs. Then, with his dark eyes fixed on mine, he slowly undoes his tie and slides it off.

I hold my breath as he unbuttons his shirt. His tanned skin and stomach ripples come into view, and I sit up onto my knees, wanting to touch him. “Come here.”

He walks over to the edge of the bed, and I bend and kiss his stomach as he takes the shirt off over his shoulders. My hands roam over his skin as he kicks off his shoes and peels his socks off.

Suddenly I’m frantic. I need him naked, and I need it now.

I pull down his suit pants, and his cock springs free. It’s hard, with thick veins coursing down the length of it. The piercing bar catches the light, and precome is dripping from the end. I’m shocked to silence.

How is this man so physically perfect?

I bend and kiss him there, and his hand goes tenderly to the back of my head. “Watch your teeth.”

“Huh?” I glance up at him.

“Don’t chip your teeth.” His eyes dance with darkness.

Forget the stupid teeth, I’m about to rip out my tonsils.

I take him into my mouth and slide his girthy length down my throat as I stroke him.

He pants as he begins to lose control.

I take him deeper and deeper, and it’s such a contradiction, new sensations all around. The metal among soft, velvety skin that covers a rock-hard erection.

His hands fist my hair, and he pushes himself deeper down my throat.

My body is dripping with excitement, and I smile around him. He likes it.

I love it.

“Enough,” he growls as he bends and throws me back onto the bed. He spreads my legs and holds me open with his fingers and bends to lick me there.

I nearly jump from the mattress.

“Fuck,” he moans into me. “You’re so fucking wet.” He sucks me deeper, and I nearly turn inside out. “You taste so good.” His eyes are shut, and he’s completely lost in the moment. His stubble burns me as he thrashes his head from side to side.

My feet lift into the air as I desperately battle to hold on to control, but I can’t.

I’m hovering somewhere between heaven and ecstasy; he slides three fingers into me, and without warning, my body contracts into a tidal wave of an orgasm.

I cry out, shudder, and convulse as he holds me down and sucks it out of me.


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