Page 30 of Crown of Blood

She glares—sharp, venomous. But it’s all teeth and no escape. Her pride flickers like a dying flame, hot but weakening.

Then, like my good fucking wife, she opens her mouth and flattens her tongue.

"Good girl,"I growl, fisting her hair with a hard grab at the back of her head as I push it toward my rock-solid erection.

My spine goes tight, breath catching in my throat.

That look on her face just then? Thatmixture of rebellion and submission, trembling on her tongue like a promise she swore never to make. A prayer she doesn’t want to say, but still falls to her knees to whisper.

It’s the single most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.

I wrap one hand around the base of my cock, thick, pulsing, already fucking leaking for her… and guide it forward, dragging the swollen tip across her parted lips.

Her breath fans hot over the head, and my control fractures down the center like glass.

“That’s it,” I murmur, voice raw. I thread my fingers through the strands of her hair, curling them tight at the nape of her neck. “Let me break your mouth before I ruin that sweet cunt of yours.”

Her throat works around a swallowed noise—somewhere between a whimper and a curse. I feel the tension ripple through her body, down her spine, into the way her thighs press together.

Bianca takes me deeper, her lips stretching around my cock, and fuck—she’s not just submitting, she’sdevouringevery painful inch like a starved slut.

I grip her hair tighter, my hips jolting forward, fucking her mouth like it’s mine to take. Because it is. She is. Every gasp, every swallow, every fucking flick of her tongue—it’s all mine.

Her hands clutch at my thighs, nails digging in.

She’s not gentle either. Huh. Maybe we were made for each other.

“That’s it,” I growl, the words ripped from somewhere deep and primal. “Take it. Take me.”

Fuck.She’s a queen on her knees, taking her king’s cock like it’s her goddamn birthright.

She moans around my length, the vibration sending electric shocks up my spine. Her eyes water, but she doesn’t pull back. If anything, she takes me deeper, her throat convulsing around the head of my cock.

I’m claiming her mouth, fucking her throat, and she’s not just letting me—she’senjoyingit. Her cheeks are flushed, her breath coming in ragged gasps when I pull back enough to let her breathe. She’s not just enduring this. She’s getting off on it.

And fuck if that doesn’t make me harder.

“You look so fucking beautiful like this,” I rasp, the words torn from some raw, honest place inside me. “On your knees. Taking my cock.Mine, Bianca. You’re fuckingmine.”

I tighten my grip on her hair, holding her still as I thrust deeper, hitting the back of her throat. She gags, but she doesn’t fight it. She swallows around me, her eyes never leaving mine.

“You think I’m obsessed with control, little rabbit?” I rasp, rocking into her mouth. “No,amore mio… I’m obsessed with this. With you.”

She whimpers around me. Not fear. Not pain. Butresistance buckling under arousal.

She’s not just taking me.

She’ssubmitting to the dark—and fucking glowing in it.

I rip my cock from her throat, a gasp echoing through the room as she's suddenly empty, lips swollen and slick. I lift her roughly, like she's a doll in my hands, and pull her up to press a brutal kiss to her mouth.

She tastes like fucking surrender and pure heaven, a mixture that's becoming my favorite flavor.

"Do you want me to fuck you, Bianca?" I growl against her lips, gripping her chin tight between my hands, forcing her eyes to mine. "Do you want to be my filthy little whore of a wife?"

She's silent, defiance still sparking in her eyes, even as her body betrays her. I see that flash of heat there, the way she reacts to my every command.

I reach between her legs, shoving her dress up, and find her hot pussysoaked.Fucking dripping for me.

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