The Trinity Trilogy
[Book One]
One night is all it took to alter the course of their life's.
Ezra King
I was raised to be a killer, a ruthless leader by nature and merciless when it comes to my own. That night, I was a mere man in the presence of a...
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I know we shouldn't, to disrupt our professional careers like this is to kill part of an alliance, I learned that the hard way. Our families contract relies on the strength of the other and absolute loyalty. But this should be harmless, right? We are so far apart that I don't believe this could alter the peaceful treaty between us.
It is simply a one night stand, we use each other for our own selfish purposes and it's done. Nothing more, nothing less.
As my own head clears of the fog it has been in, my gaze zeros in on the man before me. He's a beast of a man, big and strong in all the right places.
A sharp jaw littered with a dust of dark hair, tattoos covering his arms, hands and neck while the diamonds coating his rings and chain glint in the blue hue shining through the floor to ceiling windows.
The noticeable bulge in his pants only does wonders on my imagination, his rolled up sleeves showing the plethora of veins and how strong this man actually is. And to top it off, his messy bun with the slightest wisps of hair adorning his perfectly proportioned face only entice his beauty.
As his body moves to my legs, I gingerly close them, not allowing him access to my most sensitive spot just yet.
I lean back into the seat, my legs crossed while a faint smirk adorns my lips, my gaze falling to the man standing in front of me.
"That's not the most comfortable place for you to finger my pussy." I hum, "You know what you have to do." There's a faint tick on his jaw and I suppress the grin that wants to reveal itself from denying him of what he wants most.
"Do you want me on my knees? Is that it?" I don't answer, letting the silence speak for itself. He takes the hint, chuckling deep and raspy while I'm left with a throbbing on my clit my closed thighs can't soothe.
He's slow with his movements, pulling out his shoes and slowly, ever so tauntingly, he kneels before me.
Below me, I can see the raw and desperate desire that burns him, I can see mine mirrored in his. The need to have him inside me, wrapped around me and electrifying all of my senses is overwhelming in a way I have never in my life have felt before.
The need is desperate and achingly uncomfortable.
"Open up for me." I follow his command, untangling my legs and spreading them out, slowly watching him take me in.
His hands, big, calloused, and warm take my heeled foot in his, carefully undoing the knot on my calf and slowly shrugging the cord off and eventually placing the shoes on the floor behind him. When he finishes my second one, he grasps the middle of my feet, bringing my leg up, level with his mouth.
I watch as he latches his plump and wet lips on my ankle, kissing the skin softly and teasingly. His lips running the length of my calf and a shudder snakes its way up my spine, leaving goosebumps in its wake.
