Page 71 of Vengeful King

I kiss her hard, bringing my leg between hers. She seems to move without thinking, grinding against my thigh. I know she’s rubbing her clit through her jeans, letting the feelings take over.

I stop thinking. I can’t afford it right now. I know what I want and right now, I’m giving in to it.

“I like the way you respond,” I tell her, pulling away from her lips to bite her neck. She shudders in my arms, her hands jerking my shirt. “Like how you’re shaking in my arms. How much do you want it?”

“Please,” she gasps. “I… god, please.”

She’s just as dizzy with need as I am. I run my hands over her thighs and wonder what I should do first.

I settle on moving back, away from her. She’s startled at first, breathing heavily, cheeks flushed. Her eyes are hazy with desire. I put my hands on her waist and pull her off her chair in one move, a little rough. I see something spark in her eyes.

So that’s what she wants.

I spin her around, then push one hand hard against her back until she’s bent over the counter. Just the sight of her like that is enough to set my blood on fire. I don’t hesitate before pulling her jeans down, tearing her panties away without a thought. I hear something rip in the process, but I don’t stop to see what it is.

“I shouldn’t want you,” I growl. I can’t help the words; they’ve been locked in my mind, angry and frustrated, and I can’t keep them there any more.

She sounds like she’s going to ask what I mean. I don’t want to answer, so I start to eat her out.

Her gasp is immediate. I can feel her thighs shake around me, hear her palms slap the counter as she tries to find purchase. I’m mad at myself for giving in to her, but the sound and taste of her is addictive. The more I let myself go, the more I want from her.

I pull back just long enough to slick my fingers with her arousal.

“Fuck, all I want to do is devour you,” I say.

It’s the truth.

As much of a bad idea as it is, it’s what I want—and I’m not going to turn back now. So I keep eating her out, listening to her moan as she trembles with pleasure. I keep going until I feel her get close.

I don’t want to need her this badly, so much that reason vanishes. But I can’t change what I’ve done, can’t change that we’re here.

So I keep going as she comes, crying out loudly, the echo of her pleasure filling the room.

I barely wait for her to take a breath before I’m standing again, shoving my pants down. I slide my cock against her pussy, unbearably hard, the feeling of her wetness against me making my pulse race. She bumps back against me, a surprised gasp escaping her lips.

I can almost hear my heart pounding. I know I shouldn’t do this. I haven’t fucked her yet, but as soon as I do, I have a feeling it’ll change everything. I should keep a wall up between us. I shouldn’t cross this last line.

But I need her too much.

I put my hand on her throat and watch her arch back against me. It’s exactly what I want, like she can read my mind. I slam into her all at once, not soft or gentle—it’s a deep stab, and I can feel her clench around me immediately.

She whines, and I feel it against my hand, the sound in her throat vibrating under my palm. I want to hold her tighter; my other hand grips her waist, fingers digging into her skin. I know I’ll leave bruises and the thought of my handprint on her skin makes me even harder.

This isn’t soft or gentle. I fuck her hard, driving into her with force. She doesn’t even try to stay quiet; she moans openly, loud when I slam into her. The rougher I get, the more she seems to like it.

I need to dominate her body, and she seems to want that more than anything.

“Spread your legs wider,” I command.

She does immediately, her legs shaking when she moves. I don’t slow down for her; I fuck her as she adjusts, feel just when it’s perfect, plunging deeper than before.

“Good girl,” I say. “That’s perfect. You’re so tight on my cock, aren’t you?”

I slam into her hard, grinding against her. She lets out a whine, pressing back against me. I slap her ass and she jerks against me; I feel her tighten around me, a wave of pleasure overcoming her.

“Tell me,” I demand. I pull her harder, right until she’s almost flat against me. I bite at her neck and speak right into her ear. “Tell me. Are you a fucking slut for me?”

“Yes,” she gasps.

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