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Her eyes widen.

I lean into her ear, tightening and loosening my grip, thrusting slowly, murmuring, "Remember, a queen must obey her king." I kiss under her lobe, my pulse pounding and fear mixing with my arousal.

She turns her head, meeting my stare with an equally challenging one.

It creates a new havoc within me. It digs into the depths of who I am, the overwhelming urges I've fought since the night I first met her, and the contrast between maintaining my position as king and wanting to keep her as my queen.

Even if her reaction to me is all in my head, the possibility of never again seeing the expression she's given me all night claws at my gut.

It's everything I didn't expect, and enough to make me more fearful of what's to come.

For my bride's sake and mine, she better tap out.

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Fiona

"Ew-ah. Ew-ah," the knights begin to chant, tapping their swords above Kirill and me.

He instructs, "Blink repeatedly when you're ready to tap out, my little bird." His fingers press one at a time against my throat as he studies me with a new intensity. He thrusts as deep as he can, then teases me, slowly exiting until only the tip touches my entrance.

Like an addict, I lift my hips, wanting him back inside me, hating how empty it feels when he retreats. The ferocious pulsing in my core never stops. There are so many people chanting different erotic sounds, I barely realize I'm making incoherent ones of my own.

Kirill cages himself over my torso. His glistening skin slides against mine. His intoxicating scent flares around us, creating more chaos in my already overwhelmed senses. He grips my neck tighter, moving his face inches from mine.

I lean up and press my lips to his, slipping my tongue into his mouth, wanting to never stop kissing him. I've lost any sense of control I might have had. His body takes full possession of mine, and if servicing him means this is my reward, I'll be hisjunkie for life.

I knew he was different the moment I met him at the club. He's the opposite of the men I've always dated. I don't know what happened for him to have gotten those scars under his snake tattoos, but something about the vicious reptiles covering his body turns me on even more.

He's the epitome of tall, dark, and dangerous. I'm sure there's no one in the world like him, and everything about those two things should make me fear him. Yet I feel safe with him, even with thousands of strangers watching us do the most intimate things.

He moves his lips to my ear, pushes deep inside me, and stills. He reminds me again, "Make sure you tap out, my queen. Blink when you're ready." He locks his gaze on mine once again, stern, powerful, in charge of whatever he's about to do to me.

Fresh zings run down my spine. My pussy pulses around his cock. I'm surprised I can take all of him. The moment I saw how large he is, I thought my body wouldn't be able to handle it. But he slid into me with confidence, and I've never felt so alive.

"Show me you understand," he orders.

I blink a few times since I can't move. His large hand covers the entirety of my neck. He's already added pressure, but even though I've never had anyone fully choke me, I'm sure he's going to add more.

"Good, my little bird," he praises, giving me a chaste kiss, then pulls back enough that I can't reach him, yet his breath still merges with mine. He caresses the side of my head with one hand while he increases the pressure around my neck, studying my reaction. He resumes a slow thrust.

Tingles dance inside all my cells. My muffled moan vibrates against his hand. I can still breathe, but it won't be possible if he squeezes much more.

His chest rises and falls faster against mine. He thrusts faster and tiltshis head, his eyes narrowing, then pushes his pelvis harder, squeezing his fingers tighter around my throat.

Adrenaline explodes within me, and my pussy spasms, trying to grip his gliding cock. My air supply is cut off, and my body convulses. My eyes roll, and a flash of white, then black, fills my vision.

Right as I'm about to pass out, Kirill loosens his grip so I can breathe. Choking and still reeling with an orgasm, I inhale a few short breaths before I can take a longer one.

The gong sounds, and I lose count of how many times it rings. My high recedes.

Kirill leans down, kisses my lobe, then murmurs in my ear, "Don't forget to tap out." His fingers tighten around me again, and he continues to assess me. His cock thrusts faster, pounds into me deeper, and his other hand continues to caress my cheek.

More waves of endorphins pummel me, and I can't stop moaning against his hand.

The knights' chanting turn tooms, the stomping outside the room gets louder, and the crowd returns to hissing.

"Sexy little bird," Kirill grits through his teeth, his face red, long hair dampening with sweat and hanging over me. He clenches his jaw and his scar twitches. He never takes his curious expression off me as he partially cuts off my air.

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