Page 71 of Merciless King

Van nodded. “All of them have had serious shit to deal with in the past, stuff that a lot of people would have been crushed by. They’ll understand you and what you’re going through better than most. I’m glad you have people you can talk to.”

“Yeah, me, too.”

“You know I’m here for you as well, don’t you, London?”

I wasn’t sure where this was going. “Yes.”

“Whatever you need.”

My eyes met his and electricity snapped between us. A live current crackling and arcing. My face heated as desire exploded through me.

Van’s nostrils flared.

He felt it, too.

“Dessert?” he asked.

I shook my head. “No, thank you.”

His lips curled up—not a smile, something else, something wicked and raw. “I’m saving dessert till we get home.”

Right on cue, I flushed hotter.

He laughed softly, a sound that had me squirming in my seat. Van didn’t miss this, and the laugh cut off abruptly.

“Ready to go?”

“Yes,” I whispered, heart pounding in my chest.

He asked for the check. We were mostly silent while we waited, the air seeming to grow thick. Van paid then held my chair as I stood and, placing his hand at the small of my back, led me out to his car. The whole ride home, he had his big warm hand on my thigh, sliding it up and down, squeezing it.

By the time we finally reached his apartment, I was trembling with need. We climbed into the elevator and another couple followed us. Van’s hot gaze never left me, and I wondered what would have happened if we were in there alone. A pulse started throbbing between my thighs.

We walked out onto his floor and I watched as he unlocked the door. As soon as it was open, he took my hand again and pulled me inside. A moment later, I was pressed against it, Van’s big body crowding me.

“I know we have more to talk about, London, but I haven’t been inside you for over two weeks, and I want inside you so bad I’m close to losing my damn mind. You good with that?”

I nodded, shoving his jacket off his shoulders. Our mouths came together, and he wrapped his arms around me. We made it as far as the couch. Van’s shirt came off next and I reached down, unbuckling his belt, tearing open the button and zipper of his pants.

I shoved at his shoulders and he let me, dropping to the couch.

He watched me as I kicked off my shoes and reached up under my dress, tugging my panties down and sliding them off.

Van grabbed a condom from his wallet, shoved his boxer briefs down, and quickly rolled it on as I hitched up my dress and climbed onto the couch as well, straddling him.

“Need you, London,” he gritted out, fisting his cock.

I felt it at my entrance, and I leaned in, kissing him again as I lowered myself onto his hard length, taking him inside my body. He groaned into my mouth, my moan mingling with his.

His hand went to my butt, fingers digging in, and he slammed up inside me. I started moving with him instantly. My entire body shook and I gasped every time he filled me, the way he stretched me, shuddering as I lifted up until he almost slipped free, then grinding back down against him.

One of his hands lifted to the side of my face, the other the back of my neck. I broke the kiss, panting, moving faster, harder. He pressed his forehead to mine, his dark gaze locked on mine.

“Fuck, baby. You feel good, so fucking good.”

“Yes,” I said, though it was more a moan. I was close, so close.

“Couldn’t stand being apart from you, sweetheart,” he gritted out then nipped at my lower lip. “You’re not leaving me again, are you, baby? You’re not going anywhere. You’re going to stay here with me? Tell me you’ll stay here.”