King of Sloth (Kings of Sin, #4)

by Ana Huang

Sloane smiled as if she knew exactly what was going through my mind. She stood on tiptoes and, after a brief, agonizing moment, brushed her mouth against mine. That was it. A single brush, and the leash on my restraint snapped.

No one else except her existed in this moment, and I couldn’t get enough of her—the softness of her lips, the sweetness of her taste, the little moans and gasps as I explored her mouth with the hunger of a man starved.

If kisses had colors, this one would reflect the tatters of control swirling around us, a symphony of crimson and amber and pure, stunning cobalt. They sank beneath my skin, sending electric currents over every raw, exposed nerve. In a world of black and white, she was my kaleidoscope.

“Xav...

“We should leave. Go somewhere mo...

A surge of lust outpaced my desire to prolong this moment, and I pulled back, soaking in the sight of her swollen lips and heavy-lidded eyes. Strands of hair fell from her messed-up bun, and a strawberry flush decorated her face and chest. I’d never seen anyone more perfect. So fucking beautiful, and ...

“I know just the...

She looked like a goddess come to earth, but the most beautiful thing about her wasn’t her face or naked body. It was the trust behind it.

“Take your hair down, Sloane,”

I expected hesitation, but her eyes didn’t leave mine as she reached up and slowly removed the pins keeping the twist intact. Her hair unwound, lock by lock, until it cascaded around her face in a waterfall of pale silk. The tips brushed her breasts, and I couldn’t breathe past the tightness in my lungs.

Every time I thought she couldn’t get more perfect, sh...

“Good ...

“I like it better wrapped around my fist.”

I liked to play before eating.

That’s my girl.

“That’s it,”

“Let go, sweetheart. Come for me.”

“I bet I can make you come faster than you made me come.”

“Always so competitive.”

“What does the winner get?”

“Bragging rights.”

“Loser lives with the eternal knowledge the o...

“D...

“Stop talking a...

“I want to see you ride...

“I’m on birth control,” she said. “And I’m clean.”

“Me too.”

“You feel so damn good.” I groaned, my head falling back so I could drink her in.

“I won.”

“You did.” I pulled her down and gave her another kiss. “Bragging rights for life.”

I didn’t mention how neither of us had timed the encounters, so who really knew who’d w...

I wanted something that would last, and when Sloane rolled to the side and curled up against me, I knew I’d found it.

This was my greatest high. Her, sated and happy, in my arms. Nothing in the world could ever beat this moment.

Fake it till you make it.

For a kid who looked so sweet, she was also pretty damn scary, as I soon found out the hard way.

I’d forced myself to stay awake just a bit longer so I could listen to her breathing. I didn’t know why, but it brought me the most overwhelming sense of peace and something else I couldn’t quite put my finger on.

Take your hair down, Sloane.

It was a simple request, but when I did it, it’d felt like more. It’d felt like trust.

I didn’t have much of a maternal instinct, but my ovaries had almost exploded when they hugged goodbye.

There was nothing sexier than a man who was good with children.

Asher was in his house in Blackcastle. He wore an old gray T-shirt, and his hair was damp from either sweat or a shower. He must’ve come straight from his daily workout. I wished he were as dedicated to maintaining his reputation as he was to his fitness. You’d think the most famous soccer player in the world would be too busy with, and protective of, his career to engage in illegal street races, but this wasn’t the first time I’d had to clean up his mess before the press got wind of it.

“Luna.”

“Are you jealous?”

“...

“It was merely an obs...

“She’s a supermodel. Everyone feels something toward her.”

“I don’t,” he said. “I don’t care how beautiful or famous someone is, Luna. None of them hold a candle to you.”

“It’s lunchtime, and Jillian said you don’t have any meetings until two.”

“Jillian needs to stop telling you my schedule, and I’m not hungry.”

“No.” Xavier’s voice turned to silk...