Wicked Rule (Heartless Kingdom #1) - K.I. Lynn Page 0,1

my grandfather.

The eyes of a predator.

An interesting observation.

My own were blue, like my mother—warm enough to draw one in, cool enough to give one pause, and calculating enough to frighten even the strongest of constitutions.

“No more than those cropping up in your dark locks. You need a haircut.”

Rhys ran his hand through his hair which seemed a few weeks past the point of needing a trim. “All the better to be gripped and tugged on when I’m between a woman’s thighs.”

A notion he wasn’t incorrect about. My scalp tingled with the desire for just that.

“I bet we could find something pretty to top your evening off with.”

“It would be easier to simply call Bridget or Antonia.” The two women were often called upon as dates to events or for an evening when I was in need of relief.

“Where is the fun and excitement in that? The thrill of some nimble, nubile young woman to warm your cock?”

Sadly, his mere description awakened the craving for all that he depicted.

“Where do you find the energy?”

“For starters, my brain isn’t hardwired to the company twenty-four seven. Second, I don’t waste all of my excess energy in the gym. Third, I enjoy the hunt. A hungry cock will do whatever is necessary to dive into the wet warmth of young, tight pussy.”

“You do realize you’re starting to sound like Hamilton.”

He shrugged. “I’m not as…virile as he is. My appetite is more refined, and I don’t pursue it every week. Besides, the brainless bimbos he usually beds hold little appeal to me. I prefer the chase.”

“I’m here to relax.”

“And nothing is more relaxing than coming into a woman’s mouth up here with hundreds of bodies mere feet below.”

“I’ll take that under advisement.”

He sighed and leaned against the rail.

“If you don’t want to put forth the effort, just tell them who you are. I’ve had women clamoring over each other to get on my dick after they heard my last name. Everyone knows the de Loughrey name. We’re a fucking American icon.”

Before I could compose a retort, the waitress arrived with our drinks, and I gladly took a few hard sips of the amber liquid.

As I did, I watched as a woman with short blonde hair stepped off the dance floor and headed toward the bar. She seemed a bit out of place, which caught my eye. While most women were in tight, body-hugging, bust-enhancing scraps of fabric, the skirt of her dress fluttered behind her. It was more the dress of a garden party than a night out.

The deep navy contrasted against her pale skin, and something white danced across the fabric, breaking up the monotony.

No one followed her, and she found an empty seat at the far end of the bar. As I conversed with Rhys, I periodically glanced her way, and not a soul ever approached.

After finishing my drink, I glanced back to find her still on her own.

All of Rhys’s talk of the chase—and a little relaxation from the liquor—had my mind spinning.

“I’m going to go get a refill.”

His brow furrowed. “Cindy will be back in a few.”

I cleared my throat as I stood. “It’s fine.”

He shook his head. “The bar is a mess. I wouldn’t.”

“I’ll return,” I said, not waiting for a response as I pushed through the heavy curtains and made my way down the dark hallway.

An odd thump of my heart pounded as I descended the stairs and caught a closer look at her. She seemed to be sipping a clear glass of something. Gin and tonic, perhaps?

There was something out of place about her, more than her unearthly quality. She was dressed for the evening, somewhat conservatively compared to other women, with the skirt of her dress loose and hitting mid-thigh, and her inhibitions appeared not to have been taxed by alcohol. Her attention was on the wall behind the bartender and my curiosity piqued even more, almost desperate to know what was on her mind. The curiosity drew me ever closer.

“What’s the celebration?” I asked. The words were out before I even realized I’d leaned in.

She jumped and turned toward me, her brown eyes wide. I usually wasn’t attracted to women with short hair, but the long pixie cut seemed to suit her. High cheekbones, large eyes, flawless skin, and perfectly pink, kissable lips were featured on her oval face.

“Forgive me. I didn’t mean to startle you.”

She blinked and smiled as she shook her head. “No, I’m sorry, I was spacing out. What was the question?”

“What are