Page 40 of Monsters Wear Crowns
“Fuck,” I whispered against his mouth, my nails digging into his shoulders.
“Good girl,” he praised, his voice low and rough. “Now tell me what you want.”
But I didn’t have to. Because Rafe already knew, and he wasmorethan ready to give it to me. His fingers traced slow, torturouspatterns on my clit again, every stroke sending sparks through my body. He grabbed my throat roughly, his body pressing harder against mine.
He kissed like he wanted to own me, and damn it, I let him. He tasted of sweet wine and debaucherous sin. My fingers curled against his grip, my body arching into his like it couldn’t get close enough.
When his hand finally released my throat, it didn’t waste any time. He dragged my dress higher with one hand while the other fucked me. I whimpered, allowing my head to fall back against the wall. I felt the sharp curve of his smile against my throat.
“Alreadysoready for me,” he teased. “You can pretend to fight me all you want, Adela, but your body?” His hand slipped lower. “Your body doesn’t lie.”
“Shut up,” I managed, even as my knees threatened to give out.
He laughed, low and wicked. “Make me.”
So I did.
I slammed my mouth against his, my hands tangling in his hair as I kissed him like I wanted to drown. And when he lifted me, wrapping my legs around his waist, I let him carry me without protest. Let him take control because I needed this more than anything.
The next thing I knew, my back hit the cool surface of my marble counter, and Rafe was pushing my dress up a little higher, his eyes dark and wild as they raked over me. “You’re so beautiful when you surrender,” he whispered, his fingers tracing fire along my skin. “But I wonder...” he leaned closer, his breath hot against my ear. “How beautiful you’ll be when you break. You might crave a man who will use you, but I crave the feeling that comes after breaking a powerful woman. That’s why we’re perfect together.”
The words sent a shudder through me, and his eyes flared with satisfaction. And then his mouth was on my right breast, and I stopped trying to fight the fire. His hands were everywhere, settingmy skin ablaze as he leaned over me. My head fell back, and his mouth followed, dragging along the line of my throat with teeth and tongue until I was gasping.
His hands gripped my hips and dragged me to the edge of the counter until there was nothing between us but his pants and the frantic rhythm of our breathing.
“Tell me,” he dared, his voice low and rough. “Tell me you how fucking bad you want me.”
I couldn’t. I was already too far gone.Instead of answering, I sat up and pulled him closer, my nails biting into his shoulders. A dark, guttural groan rumbled in his chest, sending a delicious shiver down my spine. Then his mouth was on mine again, claiming, demanding. His kiss was a warning and a promise all at once.
He only broke away long enough to shrug off his suit jacket, followed by his shirt, and my breath hitched.
Fuck.
My gaze raked over him–over the ridges of muscle, the taut planes of his stomach, the dark ink snaking around his bicep and curling over his shoulder. A black serpent woven between intricate, sharp-edged flowers, both deadly and beautiful, just like him.
I wanted to trace it with my tongue.
His hands slid up my thighs, pushing my dress higher. Every inch of exposed skin sent my pulse into a frantic rhythm, and the heat between my legs became unbearable. When his fingers reached the edge of my panties, I gasped, my body already begging. His lips curled into a wicked smile.
“Breathe, Adela,” he murmured, his voice like velvet and sin as his fingers slipped inside me again. “I’m just getting started.”
“Oh, god,” I moaned, my eyes rolling back as his skilled fingers worked.
“Say it,” he demanded, his voice a rough whisper.
“No.”
The word was defiant, but my body betrayed me with every slow stroke of his fingers inside of me. Arching closer, I chased histouch even as I fought to keep my pride.
He chuckled. A dark, satisfied sound. My eyes rolled back as he pulled his fingers back. His touch, his warmth, I hated not being completely enveloped in it. When his hands finally slipped beneath the last barrier of fabric, I stopped thinking altogether. My back arched, my fingers tangling in his hair as his touch turned slow and devastating. He watched me as he removed my dress entirely, his eyes dark and hungry. I couldn’t even bring myself to care how undone I already was. But it wasn’t enough.
“Rafe,” I whispered, my voice breaking.
“I know,” he soothed, his mouth brushing my jaw. “But you’ll have to beg me for it.”
“Never.”
His teeth grazed my throat while his fingers absolutely tortured my aching pussy. “Then I suppose we’ll be here all night.”
