Page 110 of The King of Hearts

The table is low and had she been sitting on the surface, I’d need to bend my knees to get to her pussy, but with her propped up on Joseph, she’s the perfect height. I grab my cock and angle it down, pointing the leaking head at her entrance. Without prompting her to, her legs wrap around my waist. As soon as her warmth envelops me, I slam my hips forward, seating myself fully inside her. I anchor my hand around her thigh to hold her in place when my forceful thrust knocks her body backward. Thankfully, the table is bolted to the floor, so it stays in place.

“Goddamn, baby,” I grunt. “So fucking tight.”

I pull out and ram back inside harder. I hold myself in place, pressed against her groin. Letting her thigh go, I slide my hand up until I reach her sternum and push against her chest. Her arms give out, and she falls backward until she’s sprawled across Joseph’s lower stomach and waist, her head hanging off the other side of the table. Then I wrap my fingers over the top edge of her torn dress between her heaving breasts.

“What happens when another man touches you, Savina?” I ask, jacking my hips back slowly.

Her voice is strangled when she answers. “They die.”

With just the tip inside, I pound my cock back inside her. She screams at the intrusion. “What else, Vicious?”

I wrap my arm around her waist, between her ass and Joseph’s arm, holding her in place when her and the dead body beneath her slides an inch across the table.

“Vicious,” I bark when she doesn’t answer.

“You take their heart,” she croaks.

“I take their heart,” I repeat her words with another harsh thrust. “Because they don’t deserve to fucking live if they touch what belongs to me.”

I grip her dress tighter and use it to pull her body to me as I piston my hips back and forth. The beaded and sequined material bites into my skin as the bodice exposes more of her torso. Her tits jiggle and bounce with each forceful thrust. Savina’s low cries turn to loud screams as I fuck her with long, hard strokes. My shoe slips on the slick blood on the floor, and I adjust my footing.

I yank my cock out and grab her by the waist, lifting her from the table and Joseph’s body. She’s pliable and looks a bit confused when I spin her around and force her to bend over. My dick is back inside her tight cunt before she fully registers the new position. I lay against her back and grab the edge of the table in front of her. I use it to strengthen my thrusts. But no matter how hard and fast I go, it doesn’t seem to be enough. I want inside this woman so deep she’ll never be rid of me.

My lips find the back of her neck, and my teeth dig in. I fuck her like this, my teeth latched onto her like a male dog holding their bitch. I’m insane with lust and crazed with the need to mark her in every fucking humanly and animalistically way possible. This woman drives me to complete madness, and I welcome it.

“Ryker!” she screams my name at the same time her walls clamp down on me, and it only adds to the mania I feel.

My thrusts pick up speed and force, working my cock into the very depths of her.

“Fucking mine, Savina,” I growl against her neck. “Always. In life and beyond death.”

My balls seize so tight it’s almost painful. I let the table go and wrap my hand around Savina’s throat, forcing her head to the side so I can get to her lips. Her breathing is harsh and labored, matching my own. As I consume what little breath she has, I jackhammer my hips against her ass and within seconds, I’m filling her pussy full of my cum. I want to glue her pussy lips shut so my cum stays in her always, but I’ll have to settle for fucking her often to ensure she’s never empty.

I let her hair go, and her head falls forward, dropping on Joseph’s forearm. Right in front of my eyes, there’s a strip of skin wedged between his arm and body, the piece thick and bloody, and it looks like it might be part of his thigh.

I lift myself from Savina, not wanting to crush her too much, but I leave my still half-erect cock stuffed inside her for several moments. Her tight cunt spasms every few seconds, and I’m tempted to start all over again.

I need to get her home and both of us in a shower. I’m done sharing my Vicious with Joseph and want his disgusting smell off of her.

Savina is boneless and barely conscious when I lift her away from the dead body. Her eyes are only open to slits and her features are slack. Today’s been a long day, and she must be exhausted. But I’m so fucking proud of her for destroying Joseph the way he deserved. I knew she had it in her.

I prop her up against the table, and she slumps there, her bleary eyes watching me as I grab a cloth bag from the tool table. I stuff the heart inside it.

“Don’t forget the other one,” she says tiredly.

I grab what she wants and drop that inside the bag, too.

Then I scoop up my wife and carry her away.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

HER

Yesterday, I became Mrs. Savina West. I don’t really feel any different, but I think that’s normal. It’s like those special birthdays every person has. Sweet sixteen that marks the transition from childhood to adulthood. Eighteen when you start making adult life choices. Twenty-one when you become fully independent. Those occasions are significant, but in reality, a person doesn’t actually feel the magnitude of those life changes. It’s the same when you get married. You know your life has changed, but you don’t truly notice it right away.

My life changed when Ryker stepped inside it. It changed again when he forced me to live with him. My body is constantly changing with the new life growing inside it. Mentally, though, I feel the same.

But I know something is coming, though. Something big that will make mefeeldifferent. I felt it the day Ryker revealed himself, only this time it’s bigger. It’s darker and more sinister and sends dreaded shivers down my spine.

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