Page 105 of King of Ruin

Onyx cries out, her hands flying over her head to grab on to anything to help her. At least that’s what I think until a pillow hits me square in the chest.

“Under me,” she commands, her voice damn near lethal.

I do as told, and shove it beneath her, just under her hips. The new angle has both of us groaning in unison as I drive in and out of her.

The silver barbells in her nipples catch the light every time my hips meet hers, and I promise myself to have them between my teeth after she comes again.

In and out. I slam into her with a punishing force, loving the way her body starts to writhe. “Tell me who you belong to.”

In. Out. In. Out.

When she doesn’t answer, I draw all the way out, and slap her glistening cunt, before plowing back inside.

“You, Ezekiel,” she gasps. “ I belong to you.”

“That’s right,mo chailín deas. Mine.”

My thumb rubs circles on her throbbing clit, and it doesn’t take long before I feel her starting to clench. Her legs stiffen and her knuckles bloom white as she fists the sheets.

“Harder, Kane. Fuck me like I’m your whore and not some delicate flower.”

“Yes, ma’am.” I chuckle, dropping her legs. “Hold them open.”

She does as told, forcing her legs far apart as I barrel into her again and again. My own orgasm starts to build, and it takes everything in me to hold it at bay.

My hand not occupied at her clit slides up her stomach, and over her breast, grabbing hold of her throat. I squeeze the soft column and bark my command. “Come for me like the good girl I know you are.”

She tries to prolong it, but it was already there, and the moment I say the words, she combusts.

Her cunts grips me as her orgasm rips through her, and the heat flares up my spine. I know better than to think I can deny myself much longer.

She shudders with every pulse, her chest heaving up and down as she tries to catch her breath. I decide to use her state of bliss to my advantage.

“May I come now,mo bhanríon?”

I’ve slowed my pace significantly, drawing out her orgasm while also attempting to calm my racing heart.

Onyx looks at me, a dreary and satiated gleam in her dark eyes. An ache stretches across my chest. She’s so damn gorgeous in every single way, but this look–the one where she knows nothing but bliss and happiness–is my favorite. And knowing it was me that made her feel that way only lights up my soul.

Finally she nods, and I release the breath I was holding.

She yelps when I grasp either side of her hips and flip her, forcing her legs to straddle me as I sit at the edge of the bed. When I pierce into her, she gives another startled cry, and I can’t hold back the chuckle.

“You’re going to give me another one, Boss.”

Her eyes widen and she shivers, but she still tries to come off impassively. “If you can achieve such a feat, I welcome it.”

I smirk. I like when she does this. When she pushes me to the brink of my sanity. It makes it all the more better when she crumbles.

Keeping my hands firmly on her sides I lift her, and slam her down. Her hands fly to my back, her nails coercing a hiss from me when they dig into the flesh.

Again I lift her, dropping her harder this time.

She screams out, her head falling to the side, and my eyes follow the curve of her neck down to the perky nipples of her breasts. I lean forward, the urge too great to ignore, and suck one into my mouth. My tongue slides over the metal, tugging it slightly, before I bite down just enough to make her jolt.

Onyx moans her approval, threading her fingers through my hair and tugging by the root. “Again.”

I smile as I move to the other side. “My needy girl.”

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