Page 69 of Monsters Wear Crowns
“Look at this greedy little pussy,” he laughed, angling it to hit a better spot. I nearly shot off the couch, but he forced me back down. Suddenly, he removed the knife and yanked my hips toward him. He leaned over me, his body a solid wall of muscle. My heart raced, a wild, frantic drumbeat as I felt him teasing his cock against my clit.
All logic eddied out of my head, a swirling, jumbled mess. “Stop, get off of me!” I kicked my knee up, but he just let out a menacing laugh. His body pinned mine, his cockpressing against my entrance. God, he was so fucking big. I wanted him. I needed him. But–
He slammed into me, the invasion a brutal, stretching burn. I yelped, trying my hardest to kick and thrash, but his body was too solid, an immovable force. He was too strong, a mountain of muscle and power.
“Shut the fuck up,” he hissed, the blade a cold threat atmy throat. Fear spiked, a cold, sharp stab as I looked at the masked man on top of me, his eyes dark and hungry, a predator ripping apart its prey. He drove into me again, hard, the impact seemingly tearing me apart.
Tears welled up, stinging my eyes as he stretched me. He didn’t care. Of course, he wouldn’t. He wouldn’t stop unless I gave him the word, a safeword, a lifeline, a desperate plea for mercy. I wouldn’t give it to him because even if I was a little scared, I’d never been so thoroughly seen before. Having someone to comfortably engage in a kink was a goddamn blessing.
He became more aggressive, his thrusts demanding and deep. I whimpered, fighting back against the fierce rhythm. Though it was a hopeless, futile struggle. Rafe clamped his hand over my mouth while he fucked me, my body and mind at war, one terrified and the other flooding with pleasure.
“You’re goddamned lucky that it’s me fucking you,” he rasped against my lips before stealing a frenzied kiss, his mouth a cruel, crushing force. I attempted to push away, but he huffed another laugh before snatching my chin, his fingers digging into my flesh. I hated how wet this made me and how tightly my pussy clenched around him, a desperate, needy grip. This was so fucked up, a twisted, messed up dance of power and control, but it was the most alive I’d ever felt.
“Get off!” I snarled, but he immediately covered my mouth again, slowing his strokes, a malicious, teasing torment.
“Shh,” he let out a seductive, breathy laugh, the knife a constant threat at one side of my throat as he kissed the other. His lips were a soft, gentle caress, an intense contrast to his brutal, punishing thrusts. Pleasure and fear collided, a rough, chaotic mix until a wild orgasm ripped through me. I cried out, but he captured my lips in a kiss, swallowing my sounds and stealing my breath.
“See how much you love it, Dela,” he laughed, driving into me so hard that I couldn’t help but whimper.
“Stop!” I begged, my body pulsating from my release while he continued punishing me with every stroke.
“Stay right there,” he groaned, his breathing turning ragged, a harsh, desperate pant. He was close. I would make this good since he made it so good for me, a twisted, messed-up dance of give and take.
“Get off of me, you fucking asshole!” I thrashed, desperately clawing at his tight black tee shirt, his muscles flexing under my fingers, a solid wall of power.
“Shut up and fucking take it,” he growled against my neck.
“Pull out, pull the fuck out!” I yelled, pushing against his unmovable chest. He clamped a hand over my mouth, his blade at the ready. But I still fought, another orgasm working its way up, a heated storm of sensation as he moved against my clit. My mind reeled, the mix of pleasure and fear spiraling into something so intense that my legs shook, a desperate, uncontrollable tremble. His strong body easily overpowered me, even as I frantically tried pushing him away. That sent him into a frenzy, a wild, uncontrollable animal, a predator unleashed.
“Fuck,” he grunted, his cock nearly splitting me in half by how hard he fucked me. Finally, he dropped the knife, the metal clattering to the floor, and, with that hand, pushed my right knee down. “Open your fucking legs for me,” he growled.
“Don’t come inside me,” I whimpered. I didn’t need to tell him what I wanted. He already knew. A wolf toying with his prey.
“Ugh, fuck you,” he said breathlessly with a wicked laugh. “You’re going to be my good little whore, and take it,” he rasped between brutal thrusts.
My eyes rolled back when he finally slammed into me, spilling inside my drenched pussy, a harsh, jarring explosion of sensation. His hand muffled my protests, my arms trying and failing to get him off of me.
“Jesus,Adela,” he panted, shoving himself as deep as I could take him. He ripped his mask off, his black hair tousled and messy. And then, he smiled. It was wicked and beautiful and full of debaucherous sin.
At that moment, I was reminded who this man was. A dangerous and unhinged man who killed people who threatened his business. His possessions.
His eyes softened, leaning down to kiss my lips with gentle passion. “You okay?”
“I’m more than okay,” I told him, and he grinned.
“Good. Because living with me, I’m going to take this pussy whenever I fucking want.”
I shivered, greedily kissing him again, clenching around his incredibly thick cock. The room dissolved around us, the apartment, the danger, the blood we’d left behind. None of it mattered. It was just this, the heat, the power, the way he made me feel like I was falling apart and being put back together all at once.
Chapter 14
Rafe’s mansion loomed ahead, a dark silhouette against the night sky. The sleek lines and sharp angles were imposing, resembling more of a fortress than a home. The iron gates slid shut behind us with a soft hum, and when the car pulled to a stop in the circular drive, I hesitated.
It felt different this time.
Maybe it was knowing I wouldn’t return home for however long this took. Before Rafe came into my life, I had everything. Well,almosteverything. I thought that he was the missing piece to my life, but it has proven to be more difficult than I’d like. Maybe it was the weight of everything that had happened. Either way, my chest tightened as I stepped out, the night air blowing my long, black hair back. The massive front doors opened before we reached them, and when we crossed the threshold, the cool scent of stone and cedar wrapped around me.
Inside, the house was shadowed and still. Dim lighting poured across the marble floor, the gleam of glass and polished wood catching the faintest glow. It was beautiful, really, but the quiet felt heavy, like the house itself was holding its breath.
