The Rebel King by Kennedy Ryan
Series: All The King's Men #2
November 17, 2019
Amazon

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REVIEW

Y’all. This book.

I can’t.

It’s sooooooooooo everything! Everything that reminds me of all the amazing reasons I love to read and just get absorbed into a story. Seriously. The All The King’s Men duet is absolutely one of the most incredible stories I’ve read in a long time. This duet will for sure go down as the top picks of 2019. Hands down.

Lennix and Maxim… you guys…. If you thought Kennedy Ryan tortured these poor characters and put them through hell in The Kingmaker, just wait until you see what she has in store for them in The Rebel King. It’s not pretty. It’s going to gut you. But it’s going to be so worth it on the other side!

Lennix and Maxim are still haunting me. I can not get over the depth she put into these characters. They make me want to be a better person and seriously makes me question what I’m doing with my life. So just be prepared for these characters to reach down inside you and stay.

Grab it. I promise you that this story is for everyone. It is going to touch everyone.

 

EXCERPT

Her words break on a sob, and the elegant line of her shoulders trembles. “No one like you.”
I palm her breasts, squeezing the tight nipples between my fingers. Her indrawn breath tells me she likes it.
“Anything you want,” she pants, circling her ass on me. “Take it.”
“I want today with you,” I say, changing the angle of my thrust slightly, but hitting a new spot that makes her moan.
“I can’t.”
I force myself to stop abruptly and start easing out.
“No!” She reaches back and grabs my ass. “Don’t you dare.”
I stop pulling out, but don’t move. She squirms, tries to grind on my cock, but I grip her hips, holding her still.
“Son of a bitch,” she growls. “Finish me, Doc.”
“No.”
“Do you think I don’t feel how hard that cock is? You want this, too.”
“Obviously,” I force my voice to casual, like it doesn’t matter to me one way or the other. “But I want a day with you more. What’s it going to be?”
I push in and give her a quick, shallow thrust.
“Oh, yes.” She starts circling her hips, and I stop again. “Bastard!” “I’ve told you my terms.”
My cock hates me, silently cursing me in four different languages for not finishing this right now.
“One day,” she concedes breathlessly. “I can give you one day.”
I take off the reins and fuck her until we’re both shaking. We almost fall when our orgasms hit. I ease out, sit on the shower bench and set her on my lap. Greedy, thirsty, we kiss until my lips are numb, her fingers burrowing into my wet hair, my fingers tunneled into hers. I break the kiss, taking her face between my slick hands and searching her eyes.
“One day,” I remind her, panting.
She nods, sucking my bottom lip smiling. “One day.”