When I caught up to him, he was yanking a piney branch off a scraggly tree. The anger and frustration was clear in his body language as he fought the small tree for the limb.
I stood and watched.
“You going to use that to whip me?” I finally asked softly.
His eyes flashed to me. “Yeah, maybe. You’d certainly deserve it if I did.”
The collection of soft needles finally pulled free from the trunk and he was left with something that would barely swat a fly away from a horse’s ass.
He swished it through the air as he turned to continue his walk to the ocean cliff in the distance. I followed him quietly. King knew I was back there, but I didn’t want to confront him before he’d gotten some of his adrenaline out.
“You don’t fuck with a man’s family, Falcon!” he snapped after a little while. “That’s like… you just… you don’t do that. It’s a line you don’t… you don’t cross.”
His voice was ragged, and I wondered if some of it was from guilt. Because it had been his own actions that had resulted in an undercover agent being placed with his family. He had to know that.
“What if it was your family, goddammit!” he continued without looking back at me. “What if I sent one of my own goons into your precious fucking family? Huh?”
“I don’t have a family.”
There was a hitch in his step before he continued walking. “I don’t care.”
He was lying, but I didn’t call him on it.
When we finally got close enough to see the moon sparkling off the water, I realized it wasn’t as steep a drop-off as I’d thought. The cliffs bordering Elek’s estate were much steeper. Here, the ground gradually curved down until a shorter cliff. There were twin stone benches nearby made in the same style as the fountain back at our rental.
I took a seat while he paced and flapped his arms, spouting off all the reasons why I was the absolute worst human being on earth. While I hated seeing him so agitated and worried about the people he loved, I was secretly relieved to see such a genuine part of him.
This was the real King Wilde—vulnerable and untethered.
He turned and stalked closer until he was close enough to grab the front of my hoodie. He still hadn’t let me give him the other one.
“I fucking hate you,” he growled in my face.
I stood up slowly until I was looking down at him. His hand still clutched me close, and his chin was raised defiantly. Fire lit his eyes, and it tightened something in my chest. We stared at each other, his angry words hovering around us in the cold night air.
“You don’t,” I murmured softly. “You really, really don’t.”
His nostrils flared and his jaw tightened. “Fuck you.”
I felt my body relax, and my mouth spread into a knowing grin. My hands reached for his hips.
“Gonna be the other way around, I’m afraid,” I said, tightening my grip on him and pulling him against me.
That was all it took.
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King
I flew at him, ready to… I wasn’t sure exactly. Take a bite of his face? Because the next thing I knew, I was crushing my mouth to his and gripping his head as tightly between my hands as I could. There was no way I was letting him go.
Falcon’s arms came around my lower back and pulled me even tighter to him until I could feel his hardness pressing into my belly. My own dick humped into his leg without my permission as I devoured his face.
I hated him, but I wanted him desperately.
“Jesus,” Falcon muttered between breaths before moving his mouth over to take my earlobe between his teeth. “So fucking hot. So pissed off. Makes me want to make you even angrier.”
“Fuck you,” I spat again. Apparently it was becoming a refrain. “You already make me angry enough—mpfh!”
His hand was around the front of my throat, squeezing but not hard enough to scare me, just hard enough to steal my breath from excitement.
“Less talking,” he ground out.
“Fuck—unnnghh.” The hand tightened again, and he gave me a look that shot straight to my dick. Fuck, fuck. This man was the sexiest thing ever, and he was pushing all of my buttons in the very best way. I wanted to give over to him, let him take complete control over me.
“Please,” I begged against my better judgment.
“That’s better,” Falcon said with a seductive smile, a look I’d never seen on his face before. A look that made my clothes beg to come off. “Much better.”
Ugh, I did not want to give him the satisfaction of dominating me in any way.
But I wanted him to dominate me in every way.
“Please,” I said again. Who the fuck was in charge of my mouth? That fucker needed a ball gag.