Page 39 of Monsters Wear Crowns
“Honestly? A nightmare.”
“That’s right, mon amour.” His laugh was dark and low. “I’m your fucking nightmare.”
I hated how right he was.
But when two fingers pushed inside, all thoughts of hate and defiance slipped away. The air between us suddenly felt so goddamn, my breath coming faster as his touch grew bolder. My nails bit into his shoulders, but Rafe didn’t flinch. If anything, the pressure only seemed to spur him on.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked again, knowing I didn’t.
Instead, I arched against him, my body making the decision my pride refused to voice.
“There you go,” he whispered. “You can’t say no to me, Dela. Because your body fucking needs me.” His teeth grazed my throat, his other hand pressing me back into the leather seat as he claimed my mouth again. The kiss was wild. It was heat and need and the unmistakable promise of what was coming next. My mind reeled at the thought of his thick cock stretching me again. “I cannot wait to feel that tight little pussy again.”
I whimpered. I fucking whimpered. Who was this Adela?
The car slowed, the hum of the engine changing as we pulled up to what I assumed was my building. But Rafe didn’t move. He stayed exactly where he was, his weight pinning me down, his hand still exploring in slow, torturous strokes that had me almost arching off the seat.
“Upstairs,” he said against my mouth, his voice rough and low. “Now.”
When the door opened and his hand wrapped around mine, I let him pull me out of the car without hesitation. We strode throughthe lobby, and I smiled at the concierge as if I wasn’t just getting finger-fucked in the back of this man’s limo.
And when the elevator doors closed, sealing us in with that tension still crackling between us, I didn’t stop him when his mouth found mine again. Eagerly, I lifted a leg to curl around his waist. He answered in kind by grabbing onto my thigh.
I didn’t want to stop. Not anymore.
God, I needed this man. He was indeed the missing puzzle piece in my life. He was mysterious and gave meexactlywhat I’d been craving. With him by my side, I had everything. I was a fucking queen in New York City. He shoved me into the wall with a roughness that almost had me whimpering again. I wanted him to be rough with me. But I was still too nervous to ask him. My fantasies were dark…and he was someone who would gladly bring them to life. But it still felt…wrong.
The elevator ride was an eternity.
Rafe’s hand stayed on the small of my back, his touch searing through the thin fabric of my gown. Neither of us spoke, but the silence wasn’t empty. It was heavy and insanely electric. Every brush of his fingers sent a fresh wave of desire rolling through me.
When the elevator chimed and the doors slid open, his hand moved to my wrist, his grip firm and sure as he led me toward my apartment. It looked as pristine as ever with the city pulsing behind the towering windows. But I could barely put my purse down because the second the door clicked shut behind us, Rafe was on me again. He couldn’t get enough of me like I couldn’t get enough of him. We were goddamn animals.
His mouth collided with mine with a desperation that stole my breath. My back hit the wall, his body trapping me, and I welcomed it–the hard planes of his chest, the way his hands slid down my waist and gripped my hips like he was staking his claim.
“You knew this would happen,” he rasped against my lips. “The second you walked into that room tonight, you knew.”
“Maybe I did,” I shot back, my voice breathless. “Andmaybe I wanted it.”
His answering growl vibrated against my throat, his teeth scraping along my skin. “Then say it, little doe. Say you fucking want me.”
But I wasn’t ready to give in that easily, not yet. So, instead of answering, I tilted my chin, baring my throat in silent invitation.
Rafe took it.
His mouth descended on me–teeth and tongue and heat–and my knees threatened to buckle. His hands slid down my back, over my ass, before he hooked one leg around his waist and pinned me tighter against the wall.
“Still defiant,” he murmured against my skin. “I like that. But you’ll break for me, Adela. You’ll shatter, and it will be the most beautiful fucking sight. You’llbegme to fuck you. Beg me to fill you. And you’ll gladly take whatever I want to do to you.”
The words shouldn’t have made my stomach tighten the way they did. But,fuck, they did.
His hands slid up my thigh, bunching the fabric of my dress as he went. When his fingers finally brushed against my pussy, I couldn’t hold back the gasp that escaped me.
“See?” he whispered, his voice like smoke. “You’re already so fucking wet for me.”
“Don’t get cocky,” I managed, even as my body arched toward him.
But his answering laugh was pure sin. “Too late.” He kissed me again, deeper and rougher this time. And when his hand moved higher, his touch turning bolder, my last thread of resistance snapped.
