Reign of a King (Kingdom Duet #1) Read Online Rina Kent

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Dark, Mafia, New Adult, Taboo Tags Authors: Series: Kingdom Duet Series by Rina Kent
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Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 78026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
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It feels so fucking right, yet at the same time, so fucking wrong and taboo and forbidden.

Not that I care right now. I have a goal and I’ve reached it.

“Whenever you’re ready,” I say with a confidence I don’t feel.

Jonathan remains in place for a while, his cock turning semi-hard by the second.

Oh, God. He might be in his mid-forties, but he has the stamina of a man in his twenties.

He removes his shirt and yanks down his trousers and boxer briefs in one go.

Seeing him naked never gets old. He has a muscular but lean body that’s easy on the eyes. Scratch good. It’s a feast.

I stop myself from ogling him as he joins me.

His gaze is unreadable as he lies on his back. I expect him to ignore me and go to sleep, but he pulls me atop of him.

Holy…

I gasp as my breasts lie flush against his hard chest and my legs tuck between his parted ones. His erection nuzzles against my stomach, any squirming I do only makes him harder.

The position feels so close, so…intimate.

Something he’s never offered.

“I can sleep on the mattress,” I offer. Jonathan may be bigger in size, but I’m not that thin. He has, like, sixty-five kilos on top of him.

“You sleep where I want you to sleep.”

“But —”

“My bed. My rules.”

I purse my lips.

“Or you can leave.”

“That won’t be happening. You’ll just have to pretend I’m an unwanted sleeping buddy. Surely you’ve had one before.”

He closes his eyes and I think he’s drifted off to sleep, but then he says, “You’re the first person who’s shared my bed.”

31

Aurora

The past week has been…different.

Ever since I came up with that plan that indirectly pushed Jonathan’s buttons, he’s been shedding some of his façade.

Not all of it. He still punishes so thoroughly for every night I spend in his bed, but it’s a start.

Besides, is it really punishment if I get off on it? The jury is still out on that one.

All I know is that with every night I sleep atop of him, I get closer to the man everyone is afraid to talk to, let alone come within his vicinity.

I haven’t stopped thinking about the words he told me the other day. The fact that I’m the first person to share his bed.

Surely Alicia used to? But then again, they did have separate rooms. Just like he and I did in those first couple of months.

Maybe Alicia never demanded to enter his room in the first place.

A man like Jonathan doesn’t give in without being coerced into something, or at least being given all the right reasons to go through with it.

That’s why I decided to go one step further today. In the morning, he laid me on his thighs and spanked my arse red for what I asked of him. My behind still burns and is marked with his handprint, but it was worth it.

I demanded we eat out. Not in the confinement of the house, where he sits me on his lap.

And I get to choose the place, so no fancy restaurants either. Those are his playground, not mine, and I need all the power I can get tonight.

“Going out for a kebab is your grand plan?” He glares down his nose at the place with that irritating conceit of his.

“Hey! This place is world-famous. Tourists come over here for Layla’s parents’ kebab. You’re lucky I put in a word for us.”

“Fascinating.”

It’s his snobbish ‘fascinating’. He can be the most infuriating snob sometimes.

With his black suit and sharp features, he appears like he belongs on a GQ magazine cover, not in a commoners’ restaurant.

I’m wearing a simple blue dress that stops a little above my knees. Layla bought it for me without a reason last month, saying it brings out my eye colour, and I haven’t had a chance to wear it until today.

My hair falls down my back and I’ve put on red lipstick. Something that had Jonathan stare at my lips when I descended the stairs earlier.

I consider that a job well done.

I grab him by the sleeve of his jacket and pull him to a corner so we don’t block the entrance. “Listen, Layla’s family is the only family I have. I will not forgive you if you offend them in any way.”

“If you want me to do something, ask nicely.”

“Please.”

His lips tilt in a small smile. “Good girl.”

I try to ignore the flush that covers my skin under the dress and clear my throat. “Is that a yes?”

“I’ll consider it.”

“Finally!” Layla peeks her head from the entrance, an apron wrapped around her waist. They must be really busy if she’s helping out. “Why are you guys lurking in the corner? I had to kick Sam from next door out to protect your table.”

“Sorry, Lay.” I straighten.

“Black Belt,” Jonathan greets blankly.


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