Page 104 of King of Ruin

Onyx groans again, pressing herself so close to my mouth she nearly cuts off my breathing. I swear, every time I think this woman can’t get anymore perfect, she does.

I suck her clit harder and, as if on cue, she comes, leaning her forehead into the arm she has against the wall for support, and screaming her release.

I allow her a moment to come down, but she’s panting, shaking, and I’m fairly sure she’s still pulsing when I shrug my shoulders and force her to rise. “Now be a good whore and untie me so I can fuck you.”

As if I told her a fire was happening, she moves, her hands fumbling with the knot so quickly the rope chafes against me. I couldn’t care less, and the moment she frees one hand, I help her get the other loose.

Onyx yelps when I flip her, pushing her onto her stomach, jerking her body to the end of the bed so I can stand between her thighs. I position my hand in the middle of her spine, pressing her further into the mattress while the other slides down her back and caresses her ass.

It’s so soft under my rough hands.

“Give me Bordon Street,” I say, rubbing down to her thighs before digging my fingers back up.

She doesn't miss a beat. “No.”

A loud pop rings out, along with her hushed curse as I rub the tender spot I just slapped.

After a moment, I move the hand that’s been holding her in place, and comb my fingers through her long ponytail. She sucks in a breath, likely knowing what I’m about to do as I wrap it around my wrist.

“Give me what I want.” She shakes her stubborn little head and I yank her back, forcing her to arch her spine. “Or I’ll take it, Onyx.”

Still she doesn’t relent. “No.”

Keeping her head in place, I draw my hand back and slap her ass again, this time much harder.

My blood soars when she tries to wriggle from beneath me, her moans of pleasure somehow driving my dick harder than it was already.

As if she knows, she pushes back, her wet cunt sliding over my cock and making me gasp.

She wants to play dirty?Fine.

I rub the angry handprint I left behind before I move to fist myself. I drag my dick through her slit, andfuck, I’m so glad she can’t see my face.

“Is this what you want?” I ask, making another pass.

When she tries to make a gesture with her head, I tug on the ends of her hair. “Words, Onyx. Use those pretty words of yours.”

“No,” she lies, not even bothering to hide the whimper in her voice.

“What did I tell you about doing that? I need my whore to look at me when she lies to me.” I make a harder swipe through her wetness, tapping her clit with the head of my cock. “Tell me what you want and it’s yours.”

She doesn’t answer me for a long moment, the only noise in the room is our quick breathing, and my racing heart. I give her another second before I release her hair and bend over, shifting my hand around to her delicate throat.

I let my cock go as well, and my fingers find her clit, stroking in lazy circles as I catch her earlobe between my teeth.

“I want you to fuck me, Kane.” Onyx widens her legs and allows me better access. “But you won’t come until I tell you to. Until I’ve had my fill.”

My fingers falter, my hand losing its tight grip around her neck.

It’s a challenge, and she knows I love a good challenge.

Fuck, this woman.

I smirk, euphoria rushing through my veins as I accept. “Yes, ma’am.”

In one quick motion, I’m up and have her flipped on her back. I yank her down by her thighs, latching my arms around them as I line up with her entrance.

My eyes flash to hers and the sight of her hooded gaze is breathtaking. It’s hungry and needy, and I don’t bother being sweet as I slam into her. She wants her fill? I’ll give it to her.

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