White Rabbit: The Rise (The Kingmaker Saga Book 1)

by London Miller

  There was no question he was just as affected as she felt.

  Even as she readied to obey, she caught his gaze in their reflection. “You didn’t want to be the one to do it?”

  “I’m seconds away from ripping the fucking thing off you, poppet. Let’s not test my restraint lest you leave here in tattered fabric.”

  She felt those words down in the pit of her stomach.

  Her fingers shook as she undid the first button, revealing the very tops of her breasts, imagining what it would have felt like had he ripped her top off. She could almost imagine the sound of the buttons hitting the floor and scattered everywhere.

  Just the thought was enough to make her core clench.

  But before she could finish the last three, his other hand came to rest on top of hers, preventing her from continuing.

  Instead, he merely shifted the fabric away before pressing his lips to the curve of her neck, tracing a path downward until he was nearly at her shoulder, but just before he got there, his lips parted and all she saw was a flash of white before his teeth were skimming her flesh.

  Not enough to hurt but surely enough to leave a mark.

  To make her jolt.

  For her hands to clench tight and a moan to spill from her lips.

  But he didn’t stop there.

  He reached up, his gaze meeting hers through the glass as he curled his fingers around the lace covering her breast and gave it a sharp tug, the undeniable strength he possessed and seemed to be struggling to rein in had her breathing out a heavy breath.

  Another yank had it ripping a bit, not that she cared. She was too lost in him and the sensations he was awakening inside her.

  The way the cool air of the room brushed over her tightening nipple.

  Karina was nearly lost in the moment until a woman on the other side of the glass’ gaze caught hers as her partner fisted her blond hair and dragged her face up. She gasped, shifting back a step, not that it did her much good.

  Not only because she was still practically bare from the waist up, but because there was nowhere to go. She merely stepped back further into the fold of Uilleam’s body. And even as she wanted to be mortified, she thoughts immediately latched onto the hard length of his cock that she could feel through the trousers he wore.

  “They can’t see me,” she whispered the reminder to herself, needing the reassurance.

  “Can’t they?” Uilleam asked in her ear, making her heart flutter anew. “But you like this, don’t you? Observing everything and everyone around you with no one the wiser.” His hand had slipped down to the hem of her skirt, slowly dragging it up. “They never see what’s right in front of them, do they?”

  For a moment, she had been so sure that the room they stood in had a one-way mirror—that she could observe everything while not one single soul on the other side of the glass could see her. But Uilleam had her doubting that.

  Could they see her?

  The way he had her nearly bare from the waist up, or the crude, filthy way his hand had disappeared up her skirt.

  His hand closed tight around her thigh, sparking an ache that made her whisper his name. He was just a hair’s breadth away. It would take less than an inch for him to touch her there. Feel how wet she was. How desperate and near shameless.

  “When you climb into your bed at night, how do you get yourself off? Do you fuck yourself with those dainty fingers of yours? D’you rub your clit in tight, slow little circles? Can you make yourself be patient?”

  Each question had her thighs clenching. Not that it did her much good, considering the placement of his hand. God, she was sure if he just brushed his knuckles across her damp folds, she would spontaneously combust.

  She was careful, very careful to keep her hands on the ledge of the window. The last thing she needed to do was reach for him.

  “Your nervous,” he whispered next. “Don’t be. I want you to enjoy this.”

  Words were lost on her, hovering just out of reach. The only thing she knew at that moment was that she was willing to give him anything if he kept touching her.

  “I’m not going to fuck you here,” he said, punctuating those words with a dip of his middle finger into her core, stretching untried muscles. “Not for your first time. That’ll come later.”

  An audible moan left her, and though she didn’t know what sex felt like, she couldn’t shake the thought that he was going to make it good for her.

  Pain and all.

  “Now answer my question. How do you get yourself off?”

  No one could see her, she reminded herself.

  No one but the two of them would know how she reached down and covered his hand, using his fingers the way she used her own.

  Reveling in the feeling.

  Enjoying it all the more because he caught on quickly. He didn’t stop there, though, he gave her more, slowly sinking one finger inside her pussy, still keeping his thumb pressed against her clit.

  “I’ve been dreaming about this,” he whispered next to her ear, adding a second finger, grinding them in harder when his name spilled from her.

  Her fingers curled into fists, her head falling back to rest on his shoulder, her breasts pushing out, nearly touching the glass.

  “Give it to me,” he said as he sped up his thrusts.

  Rubbing her faster and faster, taking her higher than she had ever been.

  Whatever he said next was drowned out by the sound of her own scream as it built and crested with the force of her orgasm. The only reason she was still standing was because Uilleam kept hold of her.

  Kept her steady.

  But just as she started to descend, he pulled his wet fingers free of her before he dropped to his knees and dragged one of her legs over his shoulder.

  “One more,” he whispered in French, his gaze on her even as he move closer to the juncture of her thighs.

  “I can’t.”

  “You can. This is not me asking.”

  He buried his face between her legs, and if it were at all possible, she saw stars.

  She was sensitive, almost too sensitive, but Uilleam didn’t stop. Not when she was a quivering mess, barely holding on to her own sanity, or when she gave him what he’d demanded and came again, her fingers buried deep in his hair.

  God, she felt him groan against her, not stopping for so long that she was sure she would pass out from the pleasure of it all.

  But finally, only when she was practically boneless and couldn’t stand did he pull away and wipe his mouth with the back of his hand.

  His pupils were blown, and there was no mistaking the erection barely contained behind his trousers.

  He wanted her.

  Undeniably.

  And she was more than ready to give him everything he wanted.

  No matter the consequences.

  24

  Take Me

  No one made her feel the way Uilleam did.

  Wild.

  Liberated.

  Like she was flying in the clouds and never wanted to come back down.

  But that was just because he made her happy even as he exasperated her. She liked the challenge he presented. It was nothing compared to what she was feeling now as she slipped into her coat, taking his hand as he walked her out of the room.

  She didn’t have to guess whether anyone else knew what had happened in that room. They might not have been able to see them, but it was written all over their faces now.

  Her hair was no longer polished and in place, and she doubted there was a stitch of lipstick left on her mouth.

  But she also couldn’t bring herself to care what they must have thought of her.

  Not when Uilleam seemed rather determined to get her out of there and back to their place.

  “Leaving so soon,” Laurence called after them from a booth in the corner, his knowing gaze making Karina blush and look away.

  “Expect a call from me,” was all Uilleam could bother to say before he was walking them out of the buildin
g entirely, gesturing for the valet to bring the truck around.

  Desire ran rampant through her veins the moment he had touched her down in that private room, but despite the chill in the air or the long journey home, it was still there. Simmering. Waiting to be stoked.

  She was still excited. Eager.

  Shamefully desperate.

  Because more than anything, she wanted to please him. The thought as foreign as it was welcome.

  She wanted to learn what he liked and what he didn’t.

  And as his gaze cut to her across the charged space between them, she would have paid anything to know what he was thinking.

  But as she imagined the possibilities, she was also nervous.

  Shy, rather—even as she had been all too willing to let him fuck her right there in the back of a sex club where anyone could have walked in at any time.

  He wanted it to be special for her, he’d said.

  He made it all too easy to fall in love with him.

  The headlights illuminated the front gate before they idled there as it slid open, and Uilleam drove inside. Neither of them spoke as he parked in the garage and they stepped out.

  Nor when they were inside, but they had barely passed the front door before he yanked her to him and meshed his lips to hers, so sudden that he took her breath away. It didn’t end there. No, he had to fist the length of her hair, sweep his tongue across hers. Drag her into the fold of his body until she could feel every hard inch of him.

  Only when his phone made another incessant sound did he finally pull away. “Hold that thought.”

  Turning away, he snatched his phone from his pocket and barked out a greeting in harsh, rapid Russian before disappearing around the corner. She couldn’t help the amused smile on her face as she listened to his voice fading.

  At his anger at being interrupted.

  There was a certain sort of satisfaction that came with the knowledge of knowing a man like him wanted her.

  But before he came back, she kicked off her heels and started on the zipper of her dress, tugging it down before shimmying out of it.

  All the way up to his bedroom, she left a trail—a challenge.

  Her heart was threatening to beat right out of her chest as she waited—the rhythm thrown off again when she heard his footsteps.

  When he found her standing there waiting for him, he didn’t hesitate.

  He pressed her back against the wall, his hard jaw all she could see before she finally looked up to meet his gaze. She’d thought she’d known back at Hush what it meant to have his attention on her.

  She thought she was prepared for the intensity of it all, but that was nothing compared to the way he made her feel now.

  He held her face in the palm of his hand, his fingers splayed across one cheek as his thumb stroked over the other.

  Seeing him now, the way he stared down at her with an expression that sent a chill down her spine and made a shaky breath leave her … he felt like an entirely different man.

  Like he wasn’t Uilleam anymore—a man who enjoyed his games and getting what he wanted.

  This was the man so many others feared—the man who made deals to further his own agenda.

  To reap him more power.

  The Kingmaker she had written so much about.

  She wished she didn’t love the sight as much as she did.

  He tilted his head down a fraction and instinctively, she raised to meet his lips, already anticipating the moment of contact, her fingers twisting in the front of his shirt.

  But he stopped a whisper away from her mouth. His gaze finding hers again. “How much would you pay to be a queen?”

  “What?”

  She couldn’t believe he was asking her this now. That he was—

  “How much”—he ripped her underwear off with undeniable strength—“would you pay?” He walked her over to the bed and practically threw her on it, dragging her up onto her knees. “To be a queen?”

  His palm came down to smack her ass, the pain sudden and sharp but sending a molten heat right to her core.

  This wasn’t like the club.

  His touch was too deliberate. Too demanding. Coaxing a reaction before she could even think of one to give.

  But that was what he wanted, she thought. Her to be mindless. To focus solely on him. It was impossible not to.

  “I have all night,” he reminded her softly, his fingers skimming over her belly, then down between her legs.

  He might have said one thing, his words a gentle caress over her skin, but he wasn’t following his own suggestion with the way he zeroed in on the bundle of nerves screaming his name.

  He wanted an answer to his question.

  “Anything,” she finally said. She would have felt ashamed by how needy she sounded if she hadn’t been so into him. “I would pay any price for you.”

  He smiled. “Good girl. Now, let’s learn what you like,” he said as easily as if they were discussing the weather. “You seem to love a finger on your clit, don’t you?”

  He demonstrated the remark without hesitation, reminding her just how good he was at that.

  But this time, he wasn’t trying to get her off quickly like he had been at the club.

  Now, he was taking his time.

  Exploring the rest of her.

  Making her lose her mind.

  Never in her life had she wanted someone to touch her more than she did him at this moment. Embarrassment at the position she was in should have coursed through her—a flush in her cheeks at the feel of him staring at her naked beneath him.

  Desire only burned hotter when she heard him shrug out of his shirt, then the unmistakable sound of a zipper being pulled down.

  She squeezed her eyes shut. Though tempted to glance back at him, she remained still, remembering his order not to move. But the longer she kneeled in the center of the bed—on display, she thought—the more anxious she became.

  She wished she knew what he saw when he looked at her. Or at least, what was holding his attention for so long. Instead of touching her, he seemed content to look his fill.

  Unable to help herself, she anticipated the moment he finally touched her. She imagined the caress of his fingers, the harshness of his grip when he grabbed her.

  But neither compared to the reality because instead of his hands, she felt his lips. First, at the nape of her neck, sending a shiver racing through her, then between her shoulder blades before he continued a path down her spine, each kiss better than the last.

  By the time he reached the small of her back, she was a quivering mess, jolting every time his mouth skimmed her flesh, feeling the wetness between her thighs. It was ridiculous how turned on she was now when he’d barely touched her.

  Just like when they were at Hush.

  When she had been all but helpless against the feelings he provoked.

  He tapped the inside of her thighs, one after the other, in a silent command for her to spread them wider. Even as her cheeks flushed and she was sure her legs quivered with every inch she moved, she did as he asked.

  Then with a strength that made her gasp, he flipped her over onto her back, her gaze lifting to his as he moved between her thighs. Pale moonlight slashed across his front—leaving parts of him in shadow, the others standing out in stark relief.

  But even as she wanted to take a moment to admire the glorious nakedness of him, it was impossible not to focus on the condom he brought up to his mouth and tore open with his teeth.

  She stared transfixed as he removed the latex, then rolled it down the thick length of his erection.

  For just a moment, panic sliced through her. Not because this wasn’t what she wanted, and not even because she was afraid he was going to harm her in any way. But he was big, and no matter how she tried to work out the logistics in her mind, she didn’t think he would fit.

  “I’ll be gentle with you,” he promised, reading the anxiety in her expression.

  She nodded, unable to find the righ
t words.

  She knew she wanted him—knew she wanted this—but that didn’t mean she could shake the nerves.

  Reaching between them, he gripped his cock and lined himself up with her slit, his gaze dropping to where they were nearly connected.

  Very carefully, going slower than she thought he really wanted to, he fed his cock into her inch by inch, flexing his hips gradually until she became very aware of him inside her.

  A breath exploded out of her at the first burst of pain, her nails instinctively digging into the muscle of his back as she resisted the urge to push him away.

  But Uilleam kissed her before she could form another thought, and all too quickly, she was lost in the shape of his mouth—in the way he expertly took her mouth.

  Distracting her long enough for him to sink in another inch.

  A gradual slide in, a jagged glide back out.

  It still hurt. She was still very aware of every move he made, the pain fading too slowly.

  But she was caught up in the expression on his face.

  A look of pained pleasure as he ground his jaw, his gaze dropping to where his cock was buried inside her.

  And when she clenched around him, his eyes fell shut even as his hand squeezed the meat of her thigh.

  “Let’s not do that, poppet.” He raised up then, the muscles in his abdomen flexing as he seated himself inside her. “We need to make this last.”

  A breathless sound escaped her, but even she didn’t know whether it was in fear ... or excitement. But it seemed to only spur Uilleam on as his hips kicked forward again, another curse falling from his lips.

  The pain faded to something else. Something that had her back arching and her hips rolling.

  Something that felt so good, the only thing she could say was, “More, please.”

  He groaned, tilting his lips into a masculine sort of smile that sent satisfaction racing through her.

  He had her hair wrapped around his fist, and he pulled, tipping her head back so he could press open-mouthed kisses to her throat.