MY AFFAIR WITH A DEADLY SOLDIER

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PHOEBE POV

His thumb dug deeper into the skin behind my ear, holding my head completely still as his breath fanned hot against my cheek.

"You're not sorry, little bird," Kingsley growled low in his throat, his eyes scanning every inch of my burning face. "And you weren't planning on leaving without knowing what this feels like."

My heart pounded so hard against my ribs I thought it would burst. "Kingsley—"

"Shut up," he commanded softly.

Before I could breathe, his grip on my neck tightened, and he brought his mouth down on mine.

It wasn't like the desperate,first timer clumsy kiss I had given him seconds ago. This was a hostile takeover. His lips were hard, hot, and completely ruthless as he forced my mouth open, his tongue claiming mine with zero hesitation.

A loud gasp escaped my throat, but he swallowed the sound whole, pulling me so tight against his bare body that I could feel the rigid, undeniable proof of his hard c**k pressing right through the fabric of his towel against my stomach.

He hadn't been unbothered. He had been fighting himself.

The realization sent a violent rush of heat straight down between my thighs, my knees buckling under the weight of his touch. But Kingsley didn't let me fall. He slid his free hand down my back, hooking his fingers into the waistband of my oversized shirt, and yanked me flush against him.

I wrapped my arms around his broad, sweaty shoulders, digging my nails into his skin as I kissed him back with a wild, crazy hunger I couldn't control.

When he finally pulled his lips away, we were both breathing hard, our chests slamming together in the quiet room.

Kingsley looked down at me, his eyes dark, wild, and dangerous.

"Coward?" Kingsley repeated, his voice dropping into a dangerous, gravelly purr that made my blood run cold.

The word seemed to hit a sore spot right in his arrogant pride. His eyes narrowed, scanning every inch of my burning face with a sharp intensity.

"You've got a real sharp mouth, Phoebe," he growled low in his throat. "A big, stubborn mouth that doesn't know when to stay shut."

“You dare to call me a coward?”

My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I could barely breathe. "Kingsley—"

"On your knees," he commanded flatly.

The order fell like an iron weight between us. My breath caught in my throat, my eyes widening as I stared at his cold, unreadable face.

"What?" I rasped.

"You heard me," Kingsley said, his grip on the back of my neck tightening just enough to guide me downward. "On your knees, little bird. If you're going to stand at my door running that mouth, then I'm going to start by dealing with it first."

A violent rush of heat shot straight down between my thighs. My knees felt weak, trembling under the weight of his authority and the raw, electric tension filling the space between us.

Slowly, without breaking eye contact, I let my body sink toward the floor. The cool hardwood hit my bare knees, leaving me looking up at his massive, tattooed frame towering over me in just that low-slung white towel.

Kingsley reached down, his long fingers hooking under my chin to tilt my head back. His thumb dragged slowly across my lower lip, pressing down until my mouth parted slightly.

"Open," he ordered, his voice dripping with pure, dark possession.

I swallowed hard, my chest heaving against his oversized shirt as I opened my mouth for him, completely at his mercy.

Kingsley let out a low, dark chuckle that vibrated through the quiet room, his eyes darkening into pure sin.

"Good girl," he murmured, his hand moving to the knot of the towel at his waist. "Now let's see just how brave that mouth really is."

The white towel dropped to the floor.

My breath locked in my throat. Seeing him completely naked and fully hard sent a sharp wave of fear and burning heat straight through me. His d**k was huge, built, with veins and looked ready to break me.

Kingsley stepped closer until his knees were almost touching my chest. He reached down, grabbed a fistful of my hair, and held my head still.

"Don't look away now, little bird," he growled, his voice dark and heavy. "You asked for this."

He moved forward, pressing the head of his c**k right against my lips. He was burning hot, smelling like clean skin and dark liquor. I took a shaky breath, opened my mouth wider, and let him slide in.

A soft moan caught in my throat as he pushed past my lips. Kingsley didn't rush, but he didn't hold back either. He used his grip on my hair to control the pace, slowly forcing my mouth to stretch and take more of him.

Saliva coated his skin as I took him deeper. I reached out and grabbed his thick thighs just to stay balanced on the floor.

"f**k," Kingsley hissed, his jaw clenching hard as he looked down at me. He used his free hand to squeeze my cheeks, keeping my mouth open wide. "Look at me."

I blinked through the light tears in my eyes and looked up. His face was completely dark and wild as he watched me work.

"That's it," he muttered, his breathing getting heavy and fast. "Keep that sharp mouth busy."

He started moving faster, pushing deeper into my throat and forcing out low, choked gasps. The feeling between my legs was throbbing so hard my whole body began to shake.

It was completely crazy. I didn't even know if I was regretting this or if my prayers had finally been answered.

I could never have imagined my first time with a man would be this wild. It was insane.

I silently begged for mercy with my eyes, but Kingsley had already lost control, f*****g my mouth completely breathless.

Suddenly, Kingsley let out a rough curse, pulled out, and let go of my hair.

I gasped for air, wiping my wet lips as I looked up at him with a heaving chest.

Kingsley stared down at me with pure hunger in his eyes. Without saying a single word, he reached down, grabbed me under my arms, lifted me right off the floor, and threw me onto his big bed.