Page 41 of Monsters Wear Crowns
My breath came fast and shallow, my body already trembling as Rafe pushed me closer to the edge with every slow, devastating touch. I loved this little game. It felt like a dance betweenI don’t know if I want to do thisandI want you to fuck my brains out.He watched me fall apart, his eyes dark with hunger and something far more dangerous. Something that both excited and terrified me.
Possession.
“Beg me,” he whispered again, his voice rough and low, a command pressed hot against my throat. “Now.”
I wanted to say no. I wanted to be defiant. Hold onto the last thread of dignity between us. But when his fingers slid lower, parting me with a teasing stroke that hit exactly where I needed, the word ripped from my mouth. “Please, Rafe.”
That was all he needed. He growled, deep and satisfied, and in one fluid motion, he scooped me into his arms. My legs clung to his waist, his body hard and hot beneath me. I could feel his impossibly large cock pressing between my thighs as he carriedme through the dark apartment.
The world blurred until he tossed me down onto the bed. I hit the cool sheets with a gasp, my heart pounding as he stood over me, looking like sin in human form–his jaw clenched, his body tense with restraint. His eyes were all heat and hunger.
“Look at you,” he murmured, yanking my thighs apart. “So fucking wet for me.”
He dropped to his knees and buried his face between my legs, licking a long, torturous stripe over my clit that made me cry out. His tongue was wicked and relentless, and when I tangled my fingers in his hair and arched, he didn’t slow. He held me down and feasted like a man starved. My thighs trembled around his face.
When I came, I broke around him, my cry half a sob, half his name.
Rafe stood, wiped his mouth, and stripped like he couldn’t get rid of his clothes fast enough. My gaze dropped to his cock–thick, long, perfect. He watched me watch him, stroking himself slowly as if daring me to look away.
“You’re mine,” he said, voice dark and certain, as he dragged the tip of his cock along my slick, aching pussy. “Say it.”
I spread my legs wider, offering myself to him without shame. “I’m yours.”
He slammed into me in one rough thrust, and I screamed. My back arched, nails raking down his back as he filled me completely. There was no pause, no restraint–just the brutal, addictive rhythm of his hips crashing into mine. He bent over me, biting at my nipples, sucking bruises onto my chest. Every drag of his cock hit deep, his grip bruising on my hips as he pulled me to the edge of the bed and fucked me like he owned every piece of me.
“You like that?” he growled against my ear. “You like being my good little fuck toy?”
I could barely form words. Just moaned and nodded, whimpering his name with every thrust.
“Touch yourself,” he ordered, voice rough. “Show me howdesperate you are to come again.”
My hand slid between us, fingers circling my clit. It took no time at all before a second orgasm ripped through me like a damn explosion. Rafe cursed, loud and filthy, as I clenched around him.
God, he knew how to fuck.
Knew how to tear me apart and stitch me back together with every brutal, perfect thrust. His eyes roved over me as if he couldn’t get enough, like every inch of me was his favorite sin. He pulled away with a growl, standing over me, his cock still buried deep, watching the way I took him–how my tits bounced with every ruthless drive of his hips.
That look in his eyes… it was pure fucking fire. Possession. Hunger. Worship twisted with ruin.
My fists twisted in the sheets, hips rolling to meet his punishing rhythm. I was wound so tight it felt like my body might break. Every slam of his cock hit deep, stretching me, splitting me open for him.
“You feel so fucking good, Adela,” he snarled, the words ripped straight from his chest, rough and primal.
He pounded harder, deeper–forcing a cry from my throat that filled the room, only barely drowned by the savage rhythm of skin slapping skin. His hands traced every curve, claiming me, molding me, until he cupped my breasts and squeezed, thumbing over my nipples until I gasped.
“You’re fucking perfect,” he said, voice ragged. Then he leaned forward and wrapped his hand around my throat, just enough to make me dizzy. His fingers stretched, meeting at the nape of my neck, a reminder of how big he was. How easily he could break me.
And he was breaking me.
Every brutal thrust made me his, dragged pleasure from me like he owned it, like my body didn’t get a say. Maybe it didn’t. Maybe he’d already claimed every part of me.
A whimper escaped as he gripped my hip and adjusted my angle just right–his cock hitting that spot with obscene accuracy, grinding against my clit with every devastating stroke.
It was too much. I was unraveling fast, the tension in my core coiling tight, too tight–until it snapped.
I came with a scream, body clenching around him. My nails clawed into his arms, dragging down his skin. My vision blurred. My entire body shook. Rafe didn’t stop.
He chased me through it, fucked me right through the orgasm like he was determined to annihilate me. Three goddamn orgasms. No man had ever–
