The King (The Original Sinners: White Years, #2)(21)

Kingsley couldn’t hold off coming anymore. Surely enough

time would have passed by now. He came inside Phoebe with

such force he grunted in near discomfort.

He pulled out of her and grabbed her robe from the f loor

to wipe himself off.

“Hey, that robe cost a thousand dollars,” she said as she

stretched out on the bed, naked and happy. One hand teased

her own nipples while another slipped between her legs. His

semen dripped out of her, leaving a wet stain under her hips.

If she didn’t care about the silk sheets, he knew she didn’t actually care about the robe.

“Now it’s a thousand-dollar cum-rag.” He tossed it back

on the f loor as he zipped himself up.

“You’re terr ible.”

“You’re welcome,” he said, and she lazily sat up. “I hope

that was to your liking.”

“I like that you laughed.”

He grabbed the gun and shoved it in the waistband of his

pants again.

“What?”

“I said…” She left the bed and came to him, putting her

arms around his neck. “I liked that you laughed while you

were f*cking me. It made it feel dirtier, like you really were

some psycho maniac raping me.” She grinned up at him. He

should have found her attractive, this thin, graceful beauty

who looked twenty-five but had probably said hello and goodbye to thirty-five a long time ago. Once upon a time he found

her attractive, but today she repulsed him. He wanted to take

her arms off him, but it wouldn’t do to upset her. He needed

her. More accurately, he needed her husband. Robert Dixon

was working his way up. He’d be mayor someday if he continued on his current career trajectory. Kingsley would love

to have a mayor in his pocket.

So he smiled at her, played nice and let her kiss him. “I laughed because I was remembering something.” “What were you remembering?”

“I don’t remember,” he lied.

She went to a chest of drawers, opened the top drawer and

pulled out a leather makeup case. She opened it and laid out

two lines of cocaine. She’d probably been on it while he’d

f*cked her. Would explain why she couldn’t shut up now. “I heard you and Robert went shooting together,” Phoebe

said.

“I had to discuss something with him.”

“Me?” she asked with a saccharine smile.

“Work,” Kingsley said. “Just work. Your name didn’t come

up.”

“Good,” she said. “Just checking.” She handed him the

rolled up bill. “Have some. We’ll go for round two.” Kingsley tried to look enthusiastic about the prospect of

f*cking her again. She laid out two more lines for him. He

hated coke, hated how much one hit made him want another

hit half an hour later. But maybe if he couldn’t get it up again

for round two, he’d have the drugs to blame.

Phoebe got on her knees in front of him and took his cock

in her mouth. He breathed deep and tried to think of the most

erotic images he could conjure, anything to get him back in

the mood. For some reason all that came to mind were memories of S?ren and those stolen nights together when they were teenagers. Luckily that worked, and he felt himself starting

to grow hard again.

“Mom?” A small boy’s voice called out in the hallway.

Phoebe pulled back and exhaled with frustration. “Give me a minute, Cody. Mommy just got out of the

shower.”

“I got sick at Tyler’s. They brought me home.” “Wait there, baby. Mommy’s coming.”

Phoebe rolled her eyes.

“He’s supposed to be with friends tonight. Sorry,” she whispered to Kingsley as she stood to her feet. She started to pick

her robe up off the f loor but then noticed the semen stain.

She grabbed a terry-cloth bathrobe from inside her closet and

pulled it tight around her.

“I’ll go. It’s fine,” Kingsley said, relieved to have such an

easy out.

“I’ll call soon. I promise.”

“Take your time,” he said, wishing she’d never call him

again.

“You’re amazing.” She gave him a long deep kiss that

Kingsley returned with no enthusiasm whatsoever. “The sexiest man on earth. See you soon? Please?”

“Bien s?r.”

“I love the French. Rape me in French next time.” She

kissed him again and pointed at the nightstand. “It’s in there.

I’ll call.”

She left him alone in the room. Kingsley waited until the

voices disappeared from the hallway. He opened the drawer

she’d pointed to, and he found the envelope. He slipped out

the door, down the stairs and grabbed a cab. All he wanted

to do was take a quick shower, wash Phoebe off him and get

back to his blackjack game with S?ren.

He raced up the stairs to his front door, his heart pounding