Page 39 of The Heir
Oh God, his lips feel so good against mine, somehow soft and firm at thesame time.
I pull him tighter and tighter, desperately against me. However, the more I struggle the tighter his hands become, and suddenly I realize he's pushing me away.
We pull away with a smack and I gasp, panting for air as we stare each other down in the floor of the limo. My panties are soaking wet and I spread my knees, trying to make it more bearable.
"King-"
"I'm not fucking you right now,"he growls. Putting his hand on my cheek, his fingers grip hard making my lips smush together. "Not while you're thinking about that asshole fucking that slut. I won't be your revenge. The first time I fuck you, Izzy, will be onmyterms,notyours. I saw the look on your face when you were watching them." His eyes harden. "He wasn't fucking her worth shit. So, get that image of what youthinkyou could have had out of your head, because it's no good here."
My breasts are heaving, my nipples are hard, and everything in me wants him to fuck this man out of my system because King is correct. All I can see is Christopher telling Anna to take it, them straining against each other as if they were starving. And I want that for myself so badly I can taste it.
As if he heard my inner thoughts King tilts his head, his eyes flicker down to my mouth, and then his thumb rubs harshly against my bottom lip.
"And trust me, I won't need totellyou to take it, because what's understood doesn't have to be explained."
My heart skips a beat at his words. King leans into me once more and kisses me harshly, driving his words home. Letting me know how demanding he will be when the time comes. But that time isn't now. I'm still pissed, hurt from betrayal.
And quite frankly, I need revenge, so some shit's gotta get fucked up.
"Thank you," I whisper against his mouth. It comes out garbled so I try again, smoothing my hands down his chest which is heaving. He rips his mouth away, and I tilt my head back, exposing my neck to him as he kisses down my chin and my throat to my cleavage where he bites me on a snarl, making me cry out. "King!" I yelp, feeling him suck my flesh into his mouth right over my neckline. "King, I need to go to my apartment, please. I need-I need…"
To go absolutely psycho like I was just accused of being.
Pulling away from my breast he leans forward, presses a button, and a second later we hear the driver over the speaker. We're both panting, staring hard at one another.
"Yes sir."
"To Ms. Brookes' apartment, Dennis." He tilts his head, staring into my eyes so deeply as I feel a icy hot shiver race up my spine and a tear slips down my cheek.
"I wanted to fuck himup, King!" I grit out harshly, feeling my hands tremble.
"I know. But I got him for you baby, because I didn't want you to hurt yourself."
"H-He was fucking her in my bed, Hendrix.In my bed.The safest place in the wholew-worldto me." I let out another sob and then rest my forehead on his chest and just let out all the angry sounds I want. He holds me through it all until my shaking stops and I feel the limo come to a stop.
I pull from him and then crawl to my shoes, putting them on quickly and then grabbing my clutch. The door opens and then I'm out, not even realizing that King is behind me.
Electing to take the stairwell for a few floors to let off some steam, I take out my cell and pull up my mom's number, putting her on speakerphone and shoving the phone into the strap of my bra to keep it there so I can have both hands free. King and his security is trailing close, but I am singularly focused; the rage from earlier needing a release, and I don't want to fuck it out…I want to fight it out.
"Hi, honey! How was tonight? Did you say yes?" My mom sounds so chipper through the phone it makes me even more angry.
"No," I spit out. "I just found out tonight he's fucking my best friend!"
My mom gasps, and it's so theatrical it almost gives me pause but I stop at the ninth floor bent at the waist, sucking in air, absolutely dying because I'm in heels. I limp to the door that leads to the main floor hallway and kick off my heels, leaving them there and then walking through the doors, making my way to the elevator.
"Hewhat?Which one?" Mom gasps again before going quiet. "Was it that skankAnna?It had better not have been Brittany, I'll beat her ass my damn self."
My eyes narrow, walking into the elevator and leaning against one wall while King faces me head on resting his hips against the elevator rail. His stare is almost smoldering. It's as if the madder I get, the more visibly affectedhegets. I turn my eyes from him, looking at the numbers tick higher as we ascend. "Yes, and apparently everyone knew butme!"
"Aw, sweetheart, I'm so sorry. But honestly, It was time for you to move on. Just between you and I, you and King lookso muchbetter together." I studiously ignore King and the security as my mother keeps talking. The more she talks, the closer we get to my floor and the madder I'm getting. "You should askhimout. You weren't really happy with Christopher anyways, he was just your safety net. Isobel,you're young, gorgeous, and in New York! You don't need to contain yourself to just one person and get strapped down so early in life either! Go ahead and date around, figure out what you really like. That way, you can have a relationship with passion, something that makes you flourish. Grow your business, make a name for yourself." She pauses, and I contemplate her words seeing King's lips tighten slightly.
"Honey, I'm sorry about Anna, but she just looked like that type. Do you want to come here tonight?"
"Nope,"I say, popping the 'p' as I look up at the elevator numbers flying through the floors. "Thank you though. I guess I'm an idiot because I couldn't see what was right in front of me. I'm going to go to a hotel for a while until I can get my own apartment. Bye, mom. Thanks for the advice. Love you."
And with that, I hang up on her and then take my phone and slam it against the elevator wall.
King, Xavier, and the other body guard all jump back, but King exits the elevator with me every step of the way. I unlock the door and then kick it open barefoot letting the fires of my rage take me over.
