Touch Me Not Mr·kingsley Novels & Stories

Wanting to tone it down, he cleared his throat. King was obviously shy, and it was turning him on even more. “I, I ahm… How do I pose?” King asked, lying on the bed awkwardly. Kane did his best not to laugh when King tried to pose like Rose from the movie 'Titanic.' Shaking his head profusely, he was actually amused. He went to him and kneeled in front of him on the sofa. He held King’s arms, positioning them correctly. Every touch was electrifying, and the feel of King’s skin rubbing against him was making him lose his sanity.

The man just loved putting himself on a pedestal. We reached his private quarters and Maren held up a halting hand. "When you return, get back to me. There is something I need you to do." "Yes, Master Maren." There was a slave girl waiting at the door. She looked washed up the same way I was. And she was very pretty too. "Wait here until you are called," Maren instructed and left. We said nothing to each other until the door opened for us to enter. Lord Kael was waiting for us. He was wearing an unbuttoned red robe and pants. And on his right, was his visitor, who gleefully chuckled when he saw us.

"Where do I sign the permission slip?" "Auntie, please stop yelling, I already have a headache from the stock market." A new voice chimed in. Ethan Kingston, Raphael’s younger cousin, leaned against the wall a few feet away. He was dressed in a sharp gray suit, lazily scrolling through his phone. He was the VP of Kingston Corporation, and unlike Raphael, Ethan never took life too seriously. "Ethan, stay out of this," Vivian snapped.

I whispered. Before I could back out, the glass door slid open. A tall, powerfully built man stepped out, completely naked, water streaming down his sculpted chest and abs. Silver streaks ran through his dark hair. He was easily in his late thirties, with an intense, commanding presence that made the air feel heavier. Our eyes met. I froze, mop still in my hand. “I…..I am so sorry! The sign was not there and I knocked twice and….”

Bradford calls him again. Me- Stacey, can you talk to Bruce? Stacey- Yeah! Of course. Me- Good, remind him we are in the presence of a human, and he needs to back off. Stacey- He wants us to know they won’t reject us. Me- Tell him we won’t reject him either. But I need to meet my mate. Mr. Kingston is finally back in control. “Adam Kingston,” he takes my hand. Tingles! Sparks! “Good to meet you, Mr. Kingston,” I smile.

Kingsley permits a faint, grudging smile to appear. His mind is still racing with doubt, but the tension in the room briefly subsides. The moment is cut short before Hardy can continue with the report he brought to Kingsley's notice. Kingsley's phone chimes on the desk. He frowns at the screen as he lifts it up. A text from a private number appears on the caller ID. “Meritless investment for a saggy body with a child and a fictitious career? Headlines loading! Your downfall is near. Nothing awaits!”

"Congratulations, Harry. Looks like you'll be the Webb family's heir." "Remember, you must protect Victoria well. Don't betray Mr. Webb's trust." At their words, Dad gave me a knowing glance and smiled faintly without correcting them. The silence alone led everyone to assume that Harry was the one I had chosen. That night, Harry barged into my room. His face was dark with rage as he yanked me from the bed and dragged me to the floor. His hand clamped around my throat, squeezing tighter with every word. "Victoria, why won't you stop clinging to me?"

And I’ve been hiding it for a very long time. “Y-You’re a Kinsmir?” I asked. Alpha Klaude smirks and tucked some hair behind my left ear. “You and I are Kinsmir, Elle Rose. The only Kinsmir that are alive.”

And it pissed her off that she was the only one feeling this way, that he seemed completely unaffected while she was coming apart at the seams just sitting next to him. "Everything looks amazing, Mr. Rich," Kate said, already loading her plate. "Way better than Mom's stir-fry. Don't tell her I said that." "Your secret's safe with me," he replied, a smile playing at his lips. Carol needed to touch him. Just a bit. Just enough to know if he'd react, if there was any possibility that this wasn't entirely one-sided. She shifted in her chair, letting her leg brush against his under the table. Just a gentle pressure, could be accidental, could be nothing.

Inside was a cramped office, overflowing with industrial cleaning equipment and the sharp scent of bleach. Moturanyo stepped in tentatively, her eyes darting around. "Wait... how do you have a key to this place? You aren't staff here." Kingsley turned to face her, his silhouette framed by the harsh fluorescent light. "Moturanyo, you act as if you have a shred of sense. You act like you know me, but you don’t even know my full name." He stepped closer, his presence suddenly suffocating. "My name is Anderson Kingsley. Does that mean anything to you?"