Coldhearted King (Empty Kingdom, #1)

by L.M. Dalgleish

The striking green of her eyes, and

the way they tilt up at the corners, gives them an almost feline appearance.

“But hey, if you’re looking for a quick, dirty revenge fuck, drink away.”

“I’m thinking you should go for downright filthy revenge sex that lasts for hours. And I think I should be the one you do it with.”

“Because I can guarantee I’ll make it good for you. Because I think we can both do with getting out of our heads tonight. And because I haven’t stopped thinking about peeling that dress off you since the moment you sat down.”

his blue eyes heat.

I gasp when he reaches for my stool and drags it closer to him so my knees end up between his thighs. Then he leans forward, tucks my hair behind my ear, and whispers into it, the heat of his breath causing goose bumps to scatter over my skin.

“Because when we’re alone and I’ve already made you come twice, once with my fingers and once with my tongue, when I’ve buried my cock inside you and I’m driving you toward your third orgasm, I’m going to tell you exactly how sexy you are, exactly how hard I am for you, and exactly how incredible your pussy feels when it’s squeezing me.

You’ll forget there was ever another man inside you, ...

let you, you’re going to come, screaming, all...

He just watches me out of those gorgeous, darkly lashed blue eyes because we’re here for one reason and one reason only. Getting to know each other isn’t a part of that.

“You chose me for a reason,” he says, “and it’s not because you thought I would be soft and gentle. I’m sure you’ve been around plenty of very nice men that would have gladly sweet-talked you out of your clothes and into their beds, but you didn’t want them, did you? You want me. And that’s because a part of you knows exactly how this is going to go. You’re done overthinking, and now you want to let go and feel. But I could be wrong. Maybe what you really want is sweet words and spooning afterward. If that’s the case, feel free to walk back out that door. I’ll even call a driver to take you home.”

“Kitten, unless you tell me to stop, I’m going to fuck you, and I won’t stop fucking you until you come all over my cock. Got it?”

Whoever she ends up with after tonight is going to be damn lucky.

The thought has my jaw clenching—a ridiculous, animalistic response to the idea of another man having her.

spurt. I have a sudden irrational urge to pull out, rip it off, and sink back into her so I can see my cum spilling out of her when I’m done. What the fuck is wrong with me?

“Of course there won’t be

a repeat of that night. After all, I can only lose my virginity once. Now that Paul and I are back together, what would I need you for?”

You might be with Paul, but I have no doubt you’ll be thinking about me the next time you fuck yourself with your fingers.”

woman wearing a shimmery green dress draws my focus. Her dark hair

“You didn’t need to intervene. I had it handled.” There’s a stubborn tilt to her chin.

“I’m sure you did, but this is my club and we don’t tolerate harassment.”

“And I guess all cases of harassment get personal attenti...

blonde hair to brunette, blue eyes to green.

I bring each finger that was inside her to my mouth and lick them clean, then rub my hand over my lips and chin. I’m not rubbing her off me. I’m rubbing her in.

“Now when you walk past Paul, you’ll have the taste of us on your lips,” I growl.

I smirk. “When Paul comes in, I want the hand he shakes to be covered in you.”

And those fucking skirts she wears.

“No need to be quiet,” I tell her. “The driver knows exactly what’s going on. If you moan loud enough, you’ll probably make his night.”

Delilah West just fucking wrecked me.

“Sealing the deal,” he growls, and the next moment, his lips are on mine in a rough and demanding kiss,

“As much as I would love to have you ride me right now, kitten, I don’t want Jonathan hearing you scream.”

“Delilah.” I turn back to him. “I’m looking forward to it.” I smile. “Me too.”

Where they’re all dark hair and icy eyes,

Tate is golden-blond and tawny.

“I don’t feel anything when I’m with Jessica. Sex between us has always been . . .” I shake my head. “Fucking cold and empty. It’s different with you. When I touch you, it’s pure fucking heat, and I haven’t had enough. I want more with you.”

“Everything. More time. More of your body.” I dip my head and feather my lips across hers. “More of this.” I hesitate for a heartbeat, then force myself to continue. To give her some of the truth she deserves. “I want your warmth, Delilah. You’re about the only source of it I have. I don’t want to give it up because of Jessica.”

“Maybe you should show me how sorry you are,” she whispers. Even as the tension in my chest loosens, my cock swells. “You want me to get down on my knees and grovel, kitten?” Her pulse flutters against my palm, and she nods slowly. If any other woman asked me to do that, I’d laugh and show them the door. Like so many things with Delilah, my reaction is different. “Before I do that, I need to kiss you.” She wets her lips. “I’ll allow it.”

“I don’t care. The only people who will walk in here without an invitation are my brothers, and if they see you spread out with my mouth buried in your pussy, they’ll know you’re mine and they better do the polite thing and walk the fuck out again. Now lie back.”

“Because I liked you better when you were with her. You look too much like our father with Jessica on your arm.”

“There’ll be an us in my heart forever, Delilah. Even if there isn’t in yours anymore. I’m not leaving until I’ve done everything in my power to convince you that you’ll never have to give anyone else a second chance again. I’ll be the last chance you’ll ever need to take.”

“Delilah, I will never let you go again. It’s not an option for me. Before you, my life was empty—I was empty—and I didn’t even know it. I can’t go back to that. I won’t. And I’m not just saying that because I need you to forgive me and love me again. I mean it. I will always mean it. I won’t let anything come between us. Not money, not my company, nothing. You are the most important thing to me. You’ve changed everything, and I can’t imagine going back to the way I was before, thinking wealth and power were enough to make me happy. It’s you, Delilah. You’re what makes me happy.”