Page 30 of Monsters Carve Thrones
“Don’t ever beg for your life,” he interrupted swiftly, his voice rough. “Not toanyone.” His grip tightened just enough to sting, sending a jolt straight between my legs.
I squirmed in his hold, heat flooding my body.
“Beautiful women begging…” He leaned in, eyes flicking to my lips. “That’s how you get powerful men hard.”
I glanced down, noting that hewasalready hard. The bulge in his shorts pressed up against me, thick and throbbing.
“Are you hard, Rafe?” I whispered, sneering despite the way my scalp prickled beneath his grip.
“Only when you fight like this,” he said. “But let me make one thing clear…”
He yanked me closer, nose brushing mine, his eyes nearly black with lust. “Youneverbeg for anyone but me.”
“Yes, sir,” I breathed, trembling.
He growled and shoved me onto my back. His body covered mine, his hand still fisted in my hair. His mouth hovered over mine. “Say it again.”
I swallowed, lips parting. “Yes, sir.”
“Good fucking girl.”
His mouth crashed into mine, and my body automatically jolted. He ripped my sports bra up, shorts shoved aside. The mat burned against my back, but I didn’t care. I was soaked and aching, pulsing for him.
“Here? In our backyard?” I asked, my voice shooting up an octave.
He chuckled. “I’ll take you wherever I want to.” He drove into me without hesitation, hard and thick. I cried out, clutching his back as his hips slammed into mine, relentlessly. “Couldn’t not fuck you,” he snarled into my ear. “You were looking too good, little doe.”
I laughed, breath stuttering as he pounded into me. “You like when I hit you?”
“Love it.” He pulled back, then drove in again, deeper. “I love it when you fight me… and still get overpowered.”
I whimpered, legs wrapping tight around his waist, sweat mixing between us. His rhythm was punishing and perfect. My head wasspinning.
“Come for me,” he growled, biting my neck. “Give it to me.”
“Harder,” I whimpered, pleasure building like a goddamn fire.
“You got it, baby,” he smirked, giving me a sharp slap across my face. And then I shattered, clenching around him as he let out a guttural curse, emptying himself inside me with a few final, deep thrusts.
We collapsed together, breathless and ruined, bodies tangled. Rafe’s weight pressed me into the mat, his body still trembling slightly against mine. His breath warmed my neck, coming in deep, steady pulls as he tried to catch it. I lay beneath him, boneless, dazed, my skin slick and burning in the best possible way.
He didn’t move right away, and I didn’t want him to. Darkness had finally descended, the evening breeze cooling the sweat clinging to our skin.
“You’re gonna kill me one day,” I murmured, fingers lazily drawing circles on his shoulder blade. “Death by sex and combat training.”
Rafe gave a low chuckle, deep in his chest. “At least you’ll go out strong.”
He finally lifted himself just enough to look at me, brushing damp hair from my forehead. His expression had softened, like all sharpness had been tucked away. “I mean it, Adela.” His voice was quieter now, serious. “No begging. Not foranyone.”
I blinked up at him, heart tugging at the rare vulnerability in his eyes. “I won’t,” I whispered. “Only for you.”
His lips brushed mine differently from the earlier frenzy. They were tender and warm. His palm cupped my face, and his gaze reflected pure need. “I fucking love you,” he said.
My throat tightened. I felt wrecked, thoroughly loved, andseen. “I love you, too.”
Eventually, he helped me up, both of us grimacing with the stiffness that followed intense trainingandintense fucking. He tossed me a towel, smirking. “Come on, warrior princess. I’ll draw you a bath.”
“You’re the one who needs it,” I teased, limping slightly as I followed him into the house. “You’re the one who got wrecked.”
