Page 40 of King of Lies

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“Are you prepared for what happens when I get there?”

“Maybe … I don’t know—”

“Times up, Hen.”

Rhys steps toward me and I step back. He takes another and another, all the while, I match each of his steps with my own, until my back hits the wall and his front presses against mine, fencing me in.

“Do you know what you do to me?” he asks, his voice rasps with his arousal.

“No.”

“Then maybe it’s best if I show you,” he says. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Hen?”

“Yes,” I whisper, and he pulls me into his arms and kisses me. It’s no quick kiss in a hallway; this time he fills it with meaning, and it’s so much more.

He trails his lips down the side of my neck and I arch into him as he gathers my chiffon skirt in his hands. I gasp when I feel his fingers press against the gusset of my panties as he strokes me where I want him most.

Rhys tugs at the strings at my hips and I shimmy to help them down my legs before I step out of them. I hear the zipper of Rhys’s pants slide and the scrape of fabric before he grips me by my thighs and lifts me up against the wall, pulling my legs to wrap around his back.

I hold onto his shoulders as he guides the blunt tip of him to me and fills me with one fast stroke. I press my face into the side of his neck and try to adjust to the feeling of him, so full inside me. It hurts, but it’s also more.

“This is what you do to me.” He pulls out and drives back in to emphasize his point. “No one else.”

He pulls out and begins to thrust. It’s all I can do to hold on. He moves his hand between us and strokes my clit with his fingertips. My legs tighten around him and he drives deep inside me, matching the strokes of his cock with those of his fingers.

“No one else,” he growls, his mouth hovering just over mine. “Tell me.”

“No one else,” I repeat.

“Promise me,” he demands as he pushes my body toward climax.

“I promise you,” I pant. “No one else.”

“For me or for you.” He plunges in and out of me, faster and faster. “I only want you.”

“Yes.”

“This cock is for you.”

“Yes.”

“Then take what you want, what you need,” he commands as he fucks me harder, faster against the wall. “Ride it, fuck it, come all over it. Own it. It’s yours.”

“Yes,” I gasp, and then I shatter, my whole body seizing tight as I come.

“Fuck yes, Hen. Come on my cock.”

He pounds into me, plunging deep again and again, and then he buries himself inside me and fills me. I feel the mix of our passion sliding out between us. He pulls out but keeps me pinned to the wall, my legs still spread, and my dress rucked up over my hips. Rhys cups my pussy, thrusting his fingers inside. “This is mine,” he says, painting my thighs with our cum. “And this is yours. It’s ours; it belongs to no one else. Do you understand?”

I don’t know how to answer that with words, so I just nod my head.

“Good,” he says and then he lets me slide down to stand on my feet. My skirt falls back to the floor covering me and I lean against the wall to catch my breath, watching as he tucks himself back into his slacks. Rhys looks no worse for the wear and I feel like I’ve just been leveled. “Let’s get you to bed.”

I just nod again. Rhys bends and scoops up my panties, tucking them into his jacket pocket. He holds my hand as he walks me back to my room and when we reach my door, I think he’ll leave me. There were no signs of him in this space when I did my inspection this afternoon. I knew then, that the queen put me firmly in the guest wing, separated from Rhys and the family. My place, spoken loud and clear.

Rhys just opens the door for me and follows me through. He closes us in and leads me into the bedroom before he slowly, like he’s savoring the experience, undresses us both. And then he pulls back the covers and we climb in bed. He covers my body with his and slides gently inside, slowly making love to me in the moonlight, gently rocking us together, and together we climax a short while later.

While still holding each other tight, our breaths mingling and our mouths touching, still connected in the most intimate of ways, I make Rhys vow his own promise.