Graduation (Kingmakers, #5)

by Sophie Lark

Before I can finish swallowing, he pulls me up and kisses me deeply. “You filthy little whore,” he growls. “I can taste my cum in your mouth.” I’ve never let a man call me names before. With Adrik, it’s a compliment. He wants me slutty. He wants me misbehaved. He wants the baddest bad girl, it’s why he picked me in the first place. Adrik can see that I’m thinking. When he’s halfway in his right mind again, he asks, “You like when I call you a slut?” “Yeah.” “Why? Because I’m dominating you?” “No,” I laugh. “Because you understand me.” I love sex, I always have. I’m not ashamed. Anyone who wants to be with me has to accept that part of me along with everything else. “I don’t know if I could be monogamous,” I say to Adrik. “I didn’t bring a girl home—but I might another night.” “Bring one home every night,” Adrik says. “I don’t care.” “It doesn’t make you jealous?”