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  TIAGO’S SECRET

  A Night Of The Kings Novel

  Shayne Ford

  Copyright © 2019 by Shayne Ford

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, organizations and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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  Written by Shayne Ford

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  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Also by Shayne Ford

  About the Author

  1

  Christian

  “Easy... Easy...” I rasp, a grin threading through my voice as I hit the glass wall with my back, and the shower stall begins to shudder.

  Her lips crash onto mine, her wet hair sliding across my forearm as I snake my arm around her waist and lift her off the bathroom floor.

  Her legs wrap around my waist, her mounds getting crushed against my chest as my mouth locks hungrily with hers.

  Stretching my hand out, I feel my way around the shower and shut the water off. The stream stops running, her moans echoing around the room, woven in the silence.

  With her in my arms, I lean against the wall of glass, my erection stirring between us, hard as steel and throbbing.

  She starts to rock her hips, grinding into me while I tilt my groin, pressing my hot, hard flesh against her folds.

  Quietly, she growls inside my mouth, hungry like a wolf.

  I grab her rear and hold her tight against my frame, grinding into her.

  She tenses in my arms.

  “Oh... That’s good,” she mutters against my lips, getting swept in a trance.

  My shaft presses against her clit as I rub her soft flesh with my hardness, her smooth wet folds sliding up and down my length.

  She closes her eyes, getting drunk on the feeling, and for a moment, I forget that I have her wrapped around me–– wet, naked, and sweaty, so eager to feel me inside her, and all I do is study her features as she revels in the sensation flowing through her body.

  “Oh, Christian...” she murmurs.

  Flexing my arms, I slightly move her body up and down, stroking her swollen, sensitive flesh with my hard-on.

  She rolls her hips, grinding against me again, smooth muscles shifting beneath her silky skin.

  She has a dancer’s body–– lean yet toned and chiseled, and now that she is all stirred up, she has the fire of a dragon barreling through her.

  I’m seconds away from taking her right here on the bathroom floor when her eyes peel open, her gaze setting straight on me, ocean blue, glimmering with longing.

  She looks drunk and high and transported into a different world. She looks drunk on me and sex and maybe love.

  Her fingers trail up my neck and face before she slides them into my hair, her eyelids going down, her lips parting, her head slightly tilting as she murmurs against my lips...

  “This is the best I’ve ever had.”

  My eyebrows go up in surprise as I stop moving for a moment.

  She hasn’t even had me.

  Smiling, she takes in my baffled expression.

  “Yes,” she says and nods. “You are as good as I’ve heard you were.”

  I know what she’s referring to, and it rubs me the wrong way, but I do my best to ignore that feeling.

  I don’t want her to notice it either, so I stifle my reaction and flash a cocky grin.

  “Really?”

  “Mmm-hmm.”

  A moment of silence pulls away from us before her expression shifts as if a different thought crosses her mind, and sadness and perhaps nostalgia tinge her sexual glow.

  Grinning bittersweet, she wraps her arms around my neck and brings her lips to my ear.

  “I want you...” she says, her voice soft and mellow, lined with mixed emotions–– carnal hunger, sadness, and surrender, her words raising goosebumps on my arms.

  Her voice speaks of fear and courage, boldness and caution, answers she’d like to know and questions she’s too afraid to ask.

  “In the bedroom?” I ask with a quiet, sultry voice.

  She tilts her head to the side and smiles at me like a little girl who got her wish granted.

  “Bedroom too,” she says before she rolls her bottom lip beneath her teeth–– the way I do, grinning sensually.

  “It might hurt,” I say, laughing quietly.

  A beautiful smile chases away the last shred of sadness.

  “Why?”

  “Why do you think?” I ask, amused.

  She looks down, her gaze and her hand sliding onto my erection at the same time. She cuffs my girth and strokes my tip, running her thumb on my crown, sending spikes of pleasure through my groin.

  “Because you’re big,” she says, smiling playfully.

  “Mmm-hmm.”

  She flicks her eyes at me, slowly stroking my hard length.

  “I’m not afraid,” she says alluringly, propping a hand on the wall behind my back.

  “All right,” I drawl, lifting her–– even more.

  Slowly, I let her down on me.

  My breath gets clipped as I feel her smooth hot center rolling down my pulsing shaft.

  “Oh...” she gasps.

  She’s not even down, all the way.

  “Don’t you fucking move,” I say, smiling as I need a moment to control my growing hunger.

  Her tight entrance clenches around me.

  “That doesn’t help,” I mutter.

  My eyelids go down as I suck in a short breath.

  She feels so damn good.

  Her palms go to my shoulders as she pushes herself up and lets herself slide down again to the point where she’s filled up.

  I hold her up all this time so that she doesn’t take me all the way and starts to feel the pain.

  Joy reads on her face meshed and in her in trance stare.

  “It’s so good...”

  Her words come out tangled with
a shallow breath.

  “How did you know?” she asks, her focus fading away as she starts moving up and down.

  “How did I know what...?” I ask, reveling in seeing her so lost in me, swept away while getting a taste of primal pleasure, shedding her reserves and fears and doubts.

  “The pain...” she mutters, her eyes closed as she rides my cock in a complete trance.

  Not focused on anything other than what she feels right now.

  Not knowing anything other than what she tastes right now.

  Not realizing that she is so beautiful and vulnerable.

  “Forget about the pain...” I murmur tenderly.

  “I love pain from time to time,” she says, smiling, her eyes still closed.

  Grinning, I keep watching her, yet I say nothing.

  I’m sure she doesn’t know a different woman uttered those words.

  The woman with her face flushed and her lips swollen, her breaths hot, and her skin warmer than the light at the height of summer.

  The woman whose center is hotter than a blaze–– her walls soft and warm, hugging my hard flesh, washing me with dripping wetness.

  I let her down a little lower.

  Her eyes pull wide.

  “Oh...” she gasps again, her lips forming a perfect O.

  The image puts a picture in my head–– her mouth wrapped around my hardness sending a rush of blood and pleasure through my groin.

  “Too much?”

  She bites her lip and sways her head from side to side, her eyes telling me otherwise.

  I lift her again.

  “No, no...” she says.

  “Yes.”

  She jolts against me.

  I laugh.

  “Don’t be stubborn. You’re gonna get it, but you need to get used to it first.”

  She gives me a sweet grin that makes my pulse race.

  She is so much fun, but I knew that.

  “Why are you smiling?” she asks as she resumes her grinding, her hands on my shoulders.

  I enter her again, hard as steel.

  “You are starved...” I mutter, laughing teasingly.

  She doesn’t say a word but hides her eyes.

  “No need to be ashamed. It’s good.”

  She flicks her head up.

  Two slices of sky look at me.

  “Good?”

  “Mmm-hmm.”

  Intrigued, she studies my eyes for a few moments.

  She has no idea how good she is. How much power she gives me. What a drug she is for me.

  But something in my gaze clues her in, making her eyes soften and her lips part again as she takes my face in her hands, and stops rolling, slowly capturing my lips.

  I hold her pressed against me as I move my hand up to her neck and slowly pivot.

  “I like that...” she murmurs, her back lining the wall of glass right now.

  With one hand, I hold her backside while I prop the other against the wall next to her head.

  And now, I enter her...

  At a different angle, retaining more control. Stretching her. Reading everything on her face.

  Her eyes become my book... My guidance. A mirror reflecting her sensations as I roll my hips and push my shaft against the softness of her core.

  Fuck... She feels so good.

  I close my eyes for a moment as I feel the bits of pleasure coursing through my length. I open them a few seconds later because I feel her stare on my face.

  She must’ve read me too. She must’ve seen how good she feels to me.

  “Christian...” she murmurs, her nails digging into my shoulder.

  I feel pain, but I’m too hard to care.

  I also grapple with resentment as I hear the name of another man on her lips.

  But then again, I am too hard to care.

  Her voice brims with surprise and urgency that take both of us by surprise. Her expression telling me that it doesn’t happen to her very often and that makes me thrust into her with an increased desire for her.

  I see her lips moving as if forming words, and before she has the chance to repeat that stranger’s name, I slide my palm over her mouth.

  Her eyes widen in surprise, her hand swinging to my arm.

  Her fingers wrap around my wrist, her grip hard in the beginning as if she wants to fight my touch.

  It takes seconds, and a few more thrusts before a haze grows in her eyes, and her grip begins to slacken as the tide of pleasure starts to rise.

  She opens to me, her depths stretching as I enter her deeper.

  Her eyes glint feral as her skin turns scarlet, and her nails begin to move, marking my skin.

  Force I didn’t think she had in her sweeps through her as she stiffens in my arms, waiting for the pulsing rush to start.

  Moans and groans birth in her chest as drops of sweat trickle on her breasts.

  I push harder, and slide faster, giving her a good fuck.

  She starts to come moments before me.

  Seconds after I draw all that power and tension from her and let it reach its peak in me, I sense it breaking unhindered through me.

  But before my balls draw tight and my shaft and muscles turn to steel, I hear her crying moans beneath my hand.

  Shaking, she comes, slamming into me, sending shudder after shudder through my dick.

  “Fuck...” she mumbles beneath my hand, panting like crazy.

  She fights my grip, and I let her mouth free before I feel that perfect moment of high and relief.

  Her body turns soft as I keep plowing through her wetness, her back hitting the glass, her skin damp against mine, her stare blank, a smile stamped on her lips.

  She looks as if she’s still high, even now, after she scaled down.

  2

  Eve

  I wish I had words to describe this moment, but words have failed me.

  A fresh scent of lilac mixed with jasmine drifts from my hair as I sink my back into the pillow and pull the covers to the side.

  The room is hardly lit.

  One lit candle sits on the nightstand, a soft glow streaming through the windows, coming from the streetlights.

  “Close your eyes,” he says, his voice vibrating across the smooth skin of my thighs.

  “I want to see you,” I protest with a soft voice.

  “You will see me, but first you have to feel me.”

  Reluctantly, I close my eyes.

  First, I feel his touch... His fingers. Trailing up my legs, my thighs, my hips.

  And then I sense his eyes. It sounds crazy–– I know, but his gaze burns across my sex and chest.

  I crack an eye and take a peek.

  I’m right.

  He’s studying me, slowly and meticulously, touching my skin, and learning the contour of my body, lodging in every detail, every birthmark, the smoothness of my folds, and the lean curves of my hips.

  He does it the way you’d study a model who poses for a drawing.

  Propped on his elbow, he lies next to me, his body resembling an antique sculpture, the frame of a mortal god, smooth lines across his shoulders, bulging biceps, shredded abs. Strong lines defining his thighs.

  Cropped short, his dark hair looks ready for my fingers, the patch of skin at the back of his neck perfect for my lips.

  “Close your eyes, Eve,” he says, although he doesn’t look at me.

  How could he possibly see me?

  Smiling, I pull my eyes shut.

  His hand cups my knee before it goes up on my thigh.

  “How do you know?” I murmur, the question meant to distract him.

  “What?”

  His voice is nasal, raspy.

  Sleepy.

  “That I was looking at you?”

  His quiet chuckle echoes in my bedroom.

  “You know it, too,” he says, his voice vibrating closer. “When I look at you...” he mutters softly, his voice ringing out closer as the mattress dips at my side.

  His hand goes up, his fingers tra
cing the space between my thighs.

  I peel my eyes open.

  Rolled to his side, head propped on his hand, he studies me with narrowed eyes.

  A mysterious grin creases his lips as he runs his hand up, and brushes my sex with his fingers, stimulating the tiniest nerve endings embroidered in my skin.

  His palm slides further up onto my skin, journeying from my slit to my stomach and my flank. From my side to my chest and my neck.

  Resting his thumb between my collarbones, he wraps his fingers around my neck.

  I briefly dip my eyes to his erection.

  A smile lifts the corners of his lips as he catches me staring.

  He moves his eyes away from mine, his grin filled with secrets.

  “Why are you smiling?” I ask.

  “No reason.”

  “Tell me.”

  “It’s nothing,” he says.

  He looks at me, his bottom lip rolled between his teeth.

  “Tell me...” I say quietly.

  His eyes fill with light.

  “You are so fucking sexy...” he says, his husky voice spurring goosebumps on my arms. “Especially when you look at my dick,” he adds, winking at me.

  I look at him, my lips lined with a smile.

  I’m so close to making a full confession. To tell him how much he turns me on, and how good he makes me feel, but I suppress my impulse and only give him an enigmatic smile.

  “I can’t say more than you already know,” I murmur, sliding my hand closer to him, touching him.

  A swift reaction barrels through his body.

  His erection stirs as I wrap my fingers around his girth, blood pulsing against my touch as my fist slides up and down.

  His strokes maintain their rhythm as he runs his fingers on my clit. The tenderer his touch, the more tingles swarm my flesh.

  “Good?” he asks as he parts my folds and slightly grazes my clit with the back of his index finger.

  A soft sound rolls off my lips as my chest pushes up, my back arching against the mattress and my shoulders pressing into my pillow.