Page 23 of King: Darker Than Romance

“I’m going to fuck you until you understand who the fuck I am and what lengths I’ll go to keep you.”

She gasped.

Rolling my hips, Ifucked her deep, making sure to have no contact with her swollen bud.

“Please,” she begged. She arched her back and snaked her fingers down her body to her clit.

I knocked her hand away. She groaned and glared at me.

“You’re close, Eden? You want to cum, don’t you?” I taunted, pounding into her. “Tell me you’re mine and mean it and then I’ll let you cum.”

Her eyes drifted shut. I brought my hand down on her pussy hard, to focus her. Her body bucked. She panted, moaned and gasped.

“Say it, Eden. Say I own you and mean it.”

Eden was naïve but smart. She understood the implication of giving in to me a second time, so she fought against it. But I fought dirtier. For the rest of the night I would bring her to the brink, but never let her fall over. We came to an understanding that night, or so I thought.

Eden: Those Five Days.

Past

The morning we were supposed to go back I was trying to program the phone King had brought me to replace the one he’d broken when he woke up. He rolled over on top of me. It was weird that he never came gradually awake like normal people, he just wakes up.

On their own volition my legs spread to accommodate him. I was naked because King liked me that way.

“Good morning,” he said against my mouth.

“Good morning,” I breathed back. I waited for him to kiss me but instead, he hovered over me as he started to explore my body. “I just need to touch you. Can I do that, Eden?” I nodded though I knew he wasn’t asking. He was telling me what he was about to do.

He watched me as he ran his hand over every inch over my frame, applying pressure to the soft parts. He traced the curve of my hips, massaged my fleshy belly. His cock slipped and slid between the slippery folds of my puffy pussy lips. He didn’t try to enter me though, just tease me with the possibility.

I exhaled when he finally kissed me, tasting my mouth. When he pulled away, I whimpered.

“I dreamt of you,” he said.

“Did you?” I asked in a breathless whisper. “What was the dream about?”

“I’ll tell you later,” he replied. “Right now, I just want to make you feel good.”

He began to kiss every part of my body that was accessible. He kissed my breast, my stomach, my kneecaps, the back of my knees, the palm of my hand, the crook of my neck. “Ashford.” I chanted his name. “Yes, Baby?” he answered. My response was a soft moan.

One moment I felt tight and the next I felt loose. By the time he actually touched my pussy I was delirious and ready to beg him.

He massaged my swollen clit, rubbing it in circles until I felt like I wanted to pull my own hair out. When I was on the brink of cumming, he slid down my body and sucked my orgasm out of me, leaving me boneless.

After, he sat back on his knees. I watched him through half-closed eyes, he stared at my pussy as he jacked his cock until he shot cum all over his hand and stomach. When his breathing returned to normal, he pushed himself up from the bed.

His huge dick flopped as he walked toward the bathroom.

“Get up, Eden. It’s time to return to the real world,” he said before disappearing behind the bathroom door.

The ride home was done in silence. I think King and I were both contemplating what happened during those five days. We’d grown closer. But what would happen next? When we pulled into our neighborhood, King parked a block away from our parents’ house. He got out, opened the door for me, then helped me from my seat. He grabbed my wrist as I was walking away. He pulled me back to him. He claimed my lips, overpowering them. He kissed me like it was the last time he’d see me. When he pulled away, he leaned his forehead against mine.

“I’ll see you later?”

“Yeah.” I answered breathlessly.

“You know I love you right?”

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