Ruthless King (Mount Trilogy #1)

“Please.” The plea came out as a moan, and he met it with a deep growl.

He released my hair to slide his hand between my legs. My thong was soaked. My desire dripped down my thighs, but I wasn’t ashamed of it. His deep groan told me he thought it was sexy as hell.

He tucked a finger under the back strap of the thong and followed it down to the part that was drenched with my slickness. That’s when he truly turned into the barbarian I’d been hoping he would be.

His grip went to the top band and he shredded the delicate lace, tearing it from my hips. He wasted no time finding my clit and teasing it with slow circles before plunging a thick finger inside me.

“Ahhhh.” When he paused at my breathy moan, I urged him on. “No. Don’t stop. Please. You have to f*ck me. I swear I’ll die if I don’t have you inside me right now.”

A growl of satisfaction met my ears and he finger-f*cked me, alternating with teasing my clit until my orgasm burst through me. His hand disappeared as pleasure swamped me, but only for a moment. The music from the ball faded away as I focused on the sounds right behind. A zipper. The crinkle of foil as he tore open a condom.

Thank God one of us was thinking, because I’d lost all normal brain function at this point.

With one hand, he pinned the skirt of my dress to my back and guided his cock to my entrance with the other. As soon as he fit it against my slick heat, he plunged forward, burying himself with a single thrust.

I sucked in a ragged breath as his thickness stretched me decadently, almost to the point of pain, but all I felt was pleasure. My moans turned into cries, and he released his hold on my dress and covered my mouth with his hand while he f*cked into me over and over, harder and deeper with each thrust. A scream threatened to leave my lips, and my only choice was to dig my teeth into the palm covering my mouth, not even caring that I might leave marks. His mouth dropped to the curve where my shoulder met my neck, and his teeth scraped across my skin before sucking hard.

My orgasm shattered inside me as he tore his mouth away, but he didn’t stop his movements. He dropped his hand from my mouth and released mine from their bondage, bringing one to my lips to silence myself so he could continue to work my clit and f*ck me harder and deeper at the same time.

I didn’t do nearly as good a job at covering the sound of my orgasm as he did. I was pretty sure the entire ballroom heard me yell, “Yes! God, yes!” as another one ripped through me.

My inner muscles clamped down on his thick cock as it pulsed inside me, his orgasm filling me with a sense of power.

I did that.

And it was f*cking incredible.

He pulled out of me and I lost my balance, stumbling to the side as I tried to right my skirt. He steadied me with a hand on my waist before crouching down. I leaned against the wall, still attempting to catch my breath. The grin on my face widened as I realized I’d finally found the one. The man who could give me all the things I needed.

But when I turned around, he was gone.

Disappointment slammed into me, but then I realized he was just following through with my request. Say nothing. Just take me.

And he did.

Spectacularly.

As I took a step to leave the alcove, I remembered my torn panties. There was definitely no way I wanted to leave those lying around for someone to find and speculate as to their ownership. I searched the marble floor almost blindly, but found nothing.

Well, hell. It wasn’t like I could wear them again anyway.

I left the ballroom with the biggest smile on my face that I’d had in years, and feeling like the queen of this masquerade.

Tomorrow, I was going to talk Brett into eloping.



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Present day

That scent. The same f*cking scent that hung in my office after Mount delivered his ultimatum. And those hands. The way he touched me.

God, I replayed that scene from the masquerade in my head so many times to get myself off after Brett would roll over, satisfied after a few pumps, and leave me wondering what the hell happened to the man who took me like he owned me that night.

All the similarities . . . His groans. His growls. The way he took without apology. The way he f*cked me the way I needed to be f*cked.

I already knew my marriage was based on a web of lies, but didn’t realize that the very foundation of my decision to marry Brett was based on deception too.

There’s no doubt in my mind that somehow, some way, Mount found that note and decided to meet me that night. How he knew who I was or why he decided to do it, I have no idea.

But what does that change?

Nothing.

After the last few days, I know he can play my body better than any man I’ve ever met—save one. The only competition he had was himself.

That f*cking bastard.

I wanted it. That night at the masquerade and every single time he touched me. I begged him.

And that fact just makes me hate him more.

I could kill him.

But I remember the cold mask that settled over his features as I accused him of murder tonight, and I know I have to protect myself.

I flip on the nightstand lamp, and a stack of documents that wasn’t there before greets me.

My loan from the bank. The promissory note is stamped Paid in Full with yesterday’s date. The line of credit. The term note. All of it. Almost two million dollars’ worth of debt, all paid in full. I flip through the documents, on the verge of losing my mind as my stomach twists into knots.

Mount did this. I have no doubt about that.

When I reach the bottom of the pile, I find a note in the handwriting I was expecting to find in the box.



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Now the debt’s over two million.

I own you.

Feel free to tattoo that on your ass, just so there’s no confusion in your mind.





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That smug ass*ole.

I’m going to kill him.

I yank open the nightstand drawer, but the lockbox where I keep the gun is gone.

Mount.

No matter what happens in my life, it seems, the answer lately is Mount.

Someone bangs on my apartment door, and I stalk toward it.

Go down fighting or die trying. That’s how I walked into this, and that’s how I’m going to end it.

I flip the dead bolts and fling open the door, but it’s not Mount outside.

“I’ve missed you, Keira. I hear you haven’t been missing me.”

I blink twice, unable to comprehend the fact that my dead husband is standing in front of me—very much alive—before everything goes black.



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