King of the Underworld by RJ Kane

King of the Underworld

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Sephie

Adrik walked to the couches, throwing his tuxedo jacket and tie over the back. He removed his cuff links as he walked back toward me, depositing them in his pocket. It gave him a reason to look me up and down one more time without being blatantly obvious about it. As he was walking toward me, I reached up and pulled my hair down from the intricate ponytail that Ms. Jackson had put it in. I still had no clue how she figured out how to make a ponytail look so glamorous, but she did.

He groaned quietly as he watched my hair fall over my shoulders. “I love your hair when it’s out of control,” he said. He stopped in front of me, his hands running up my arms, stopping on either side of my neck. He studied me for a few moments before leaning down to kiss me. It was much quicker than I was hoping for. “Come, I want your contacts out,” he said, grabbing my hand and leading me back to the bedroom. “I would like to see your eyes match that dress one last time.”

“Who am I to deny you?” I asked, laughing quietly as I followed him to the bedroom. He stood behind me, watching me in the mirror as his hands roamed over my hips and a ss while I took my contacts out. I looked at him once 1 was finished, asking, “you’re not going to take yours out?”

He smiled at me. “I already did. When we were at Vitaliy’s house. I couldn’t stand them any longer.”

“You’re so much smarter than me,” I said to him, impressed.

He chuckled. “You’re getting used to yours better than I am. They still make my eyes itch,” he said, brushing my hair back from my neck so he could kiss it. It sent waves of warmth throughout my body, causing me to moan quietly. He turned me around to face him, his sweet smile letting me know that my eyes were deep blue. “I still can’t believe how much I miss seeing them change when you have to wear your contacts for any length of time,”

it by now and bored with it,” I said, enjoying the look of wonderment on his face that he had every time he watched my eyes change.

fascinate me with them,” he said, his

my eyes. He grabbed my hand, leading me out of the bathroom. When I opened my eyes, I saw him still enjoying looking at me in

I might start attending more of these terribly boring functions just to make you get dressed up more often. I would not be mad at that. The people of the city would not be mad at that either. They couldn’t take their eyes off you,” he said, pulling me closer to him. He put the hand he was holding around the back of his neck. He slid his hand down my other arm, picking it up and placing it in the same position on the

obs in the dressing room. The guys felt my happiness over how

thought the last one was

myself for weeks

still too skinny from being hurt.” Just to illustrate his point, he grabbed me around my hips lifting me off the floor like 1 weighed. nothing. I squealed, which made him smile. “See?

ridiculously strong,” I said, wrapping my arms around his neck tighter as he continued to hold me off the

obvious. I was the only woman he looked at the entire night. If a woman was speaking to him, he would glance at her to keep from being rude, but otherwise, he only had eyes for me. It had been that way since I first met him. He never once changed.

his face in my hands, completely smitten with him. 1 sighed. I did sometimes wonder what I’d done to deserve him. He was perfect in every way. I pushed my warmth to him, knowing my eyes were deep blue. His hold on me got lighter. “I love you. Every little thing about you is perfect for me,” 1 said, as I pressed my lips to

he deepened the kiss. Once I was standing on my own again, his hands roamed over my back, down to my a ss, pulling me closer to him. I slid my hands down his chest, unbuttoning his shirt as I went. While

for this,” he said, his tweet smile on his face. He ran his hands up my arms and over my collar bones. He smiled when his hand ran over the necklace that had belonged to his mother. He slipped his fingers under the material at my shoulders,

them before moving down my stomach to push the dress the rest of the way down my hips. He hadn’t seen my choice of panties until he pushed the dress

to be slightly angry with me or impressed. He took one step back, looking at me from head to toe. “Turn around,” he said, almost sternly. It sent a shockwave straight to my nether regions. I turned around, loving the loud groan that escaped as he looked at my a ss. “I’m glad I didn’t know that’s what you were wearing underneath, It would’ve been torture,” he said, his hands on