Kill Game (The Devious Games Duet #1) Read Online D.D. Prince

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Devious Games Duet Series by D.D. Prince
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Total pages in book: 190
Estimated words: 185785 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 929(@200wpm)___ 743(@250wpm)___ 619(@300wpm)
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For me? It’s the best sex I’ve had. Ever. It’s been a while since I had good sex, but I don’t think I’ve ever had anything that compares to this.

This is physical and it’s emotional. We’re connecting on multiple levels. The eye contact, the caresses, the sounds, I love this. I don’t want this feeling to ever end.

God, the way he looks at me. It’s amazing.

“Killian,” I whimper, digging my nails into his back. “God, you feel so good.”

His mouth forms an O and then he powers faster for a few strokes and then surges forward and lets out a deep, manly growl as he comes.

Damn, is he ever hot when he comes.

He briefly buries his face into my chest, then lifts up to drop a kiss on my lips before rolling so that I’m sprawled across his body. He yanks blankets over and covers us, then reaches over and grabs a remote.

There’s no television in here. It takes just a second for my unasked question to be answered when fire springs forth in his fireplace at the opposite end of the room.

I smile.

He tosses the remote, kisses me, squeezes me, and then gets out of bed and goes into the bathroom.

I watch until he disappears, acknowledging that he has got to have the sexiest naked ass I’ve ever laid eyes on. His thighs, too. Muscled and sexy.

I lay still, floating in post-coital bliss for a minute before he returns, still naked and no longer wearing the condom.

“Want a drink?” he asks, leaning over, touching my face.

“Apple juice,” I say and smile.

“Apple juice,” he parrots, then he drops a kiss on my nose, chuckles and then leaves the room, still naked.

My smile widens and is fixed in place until he’s back with a tall glass of chilled juice for me, a water bottle for himself.

I’d seen the big jug of the juice in the back of the fridge every time I opened it in my two weeks here, and it just hit me that I wanted it.

I drink it back; tasting pure, potent, cold nectar infusing me with something awesome and then it hits me. “Is this juice in your fridge for Alana’s kids?”

His shoulders shake as he swallows while putting the cap back on his water bottle.

“Yep.”

“I suck.”

His chuckle becomes audible.

“It’s a good thing I haven’t touched those biscuits, the cookie dough, or the other junk then otherwise those kids are gonna wanna put a price on my head.”

“You should touch it. It’s for you.”

“For me?”

“Yeah. Stuff I thought you’d like. I keep juice and cereal on hand for when she pops by with the kids, maybe some cookies occasionally, but most of the junk food was stocked with you in mind. I told Patricia you liked donuts and bagels for breakfast so said to get you carb-ish snacks.”

“That’s sweet,” I say.

“What can I say? I’m here to please.”

“With junk food?” I can’t believe a throwaway comment about what I eat was something he took to heart in trying to make me feel comfortable at his home.

“Do you like junk food?”

“Have you seen my ass?”

“Oh yeah I have,” he says as he grabs it. “I mean… I might’ve noticed. But let me get a better look.” He takes my glass and sets it down on the bedside table.

I tilt my head curiously but then I squeal because the comforter has been thrown back and I’m being flipped onto my belly. His face is mischief-filled while he does it.

Hot palms skate over my rear end before Killian leans over and nips my right cheek playfully with his teeth. He immediately kisses that spot and flips me back over. I gasp, laughing as he pulls the blanket back over us, a beaming smile on his sexy face.

“So, I get junk food, nice décor, chauffeur service and crazy-ex protection services?” I ask, putting my chin on his shoulder.

“And…” he adds, leaving it dangling with a sparkle in his eyes.

“And stunning orgasms,” I whisper.

He pulls me closer, kisses me long and sweet, making an mm sound against my mouth, and then asks, “Stunning?”

I nod slowly. “Completely.”

“You taste good,” he says, licking his lips.

“Who knew apple juice was such a perfect post-sex beverage?” I ask.

“You want another stunning orgasm?”

I can’t help but smile.

“Dimples,” he says and shakes his head. “Gotta say, I see pulling out all the stops often in my future to earn me these.”

My teeth sink into my bottom lip while heat blooms in my chest.

He gives me a look loaded with sexiness as his fingers slide between my legs.

My sharp intake of breath releases my lower lip from my teeth, but then abruptly, Killian changes his mind and flips me up onto him so that I’m sitting on his chest, straddling his face.

“Whoa.” I reposition myself a little more comfortably, but I can’t move much because he’s got my butt in his hands and he’s going crazy down there with moves I’ve never experienced, moves that have me jolting, whimpering, and finally, rocking into the motion. It doesn’t take long before I’m shamelessly grinding into his face, crying out with a handful of his hair in my hand.


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