Page 12 of King: Darker Than Romance

He circled me like a shark who smelled blood in water. His fingers traced various spots of my skin. “Perfect,” he breathed out, “so fucking perfect.”

And I felt perfect.

When he faced me, he raised his hand, brought it up, brushed his knuckle cross my cheek. He then looked me in my eyes.

“This is your chance to save yourself, Eden. Tell me to leave.”

I blanked out for a second. But I refocused myself quickly. My heart pounded. My need for him was thick and sticky, clinging to me. I could physically feel it in my being. There was no way I was telling him to leave.

I shook my head. “I want this. I want you,” I said.

He gave me a hard look. I could see the possessiveness in his penetrating glare. Something in me screamed for me to change my mind, but I couldn’t. I was too far gone.

“No more Ken doll. No other men. Just me and you, Eden. Forever.” He declared before he lifted me off my feet like I weighed nothing and carried me to the bed.

He laid me down then lay on top of me. His dick pressed against my pussy. For a few tense moments we just stared at each other. He looked like he was trying to talk himself out of what we both wanted, or he was waiting for me to change my mind.

His muscles were coiled so tight the tension caused his body to vibrate. I needed him too much for him to change his mind. I spread my legs, dug my nails into his biceps. “Please,” I spurred him on. His eyes fluttered. He bit into his bottom lip, moved his hips, sliding between my wet folds until he was pressed against my opening

“I can’t believe how hot and wet you are,” he said before his mouth covered mine. His kiss was hard and moist and hot and breathy.

His grip on my waist tightened as he pushed into me in one swift stroke. There wasn’t anything gentle about it. My back arched from the bed. I dug my nails into his bicep. I cried out. The pain was searing. Tears stung my eyes. It hurt, but I didn’t want him to stop. I grinded my teeth, spread my legs wider, tried to make my body adjust to the intrusion. I breathed out relaxing my muscles

“That’s it,” he groaned. “Take it.”

He didn’t fuck me like in the romance books. He didn’t wait for me to adjust to his size or whisper sweet nothings.

He fucked me like I asked him to. Using long deep strokes that I felt in my stomach. His teeth raked over my skin and bit into flesh. His hands were everywhere.

He talked to me too.

“You’re mine.”

He bit into my chin.

“Touch me.”

He directed my hand where he needed it to be.

“Feel me.”

He grabbed my legs, hooked my knees under his arms, spread me wider. Rocked into me, penetrating deeper.

“Nobody else, only me, Eden. Promise me.”

At that moment I would have told him anything he wanted to hear. I made the promises he asked me to.

“Can I cum in you?”

Without thought of consequences I said, “yes,” and wrapped legs around him and came as he pounded into me. His orgasm followed soon after mine. Groaning and panting he came hard inside of me.

That night he taught me to like the pleasure wrapped in pain, to crave it even. To crave him.

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“Eden.” I vaguely heard my momma call my name. Then King called me. I shook myself from memories of the past. I looked up from my empty cereal bowl and saw that they were both watching me.

“Did you not hear me, Eden? “Momma had an attitude so she must have asked me something and thought I was ignoring her.

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