Page 172 of Claimed By a King

Standing, Slasher claps me on the shoulder and exits church, leaving me alone with my princess.

“Get your panties off and get your ass on this fucking table, now.”

A gasp flies from Zoe’s lips, but I don’t even look at her, taking one last drag of my cigarette as I wait for her to comply.

When I hear her move next to me, I can’t hide my fucking smirk.

“Am I about to get pleasure or punishment?” she asks, sliding onto the table in front of me as our eyes lock.

I butt out the smoke in the ashtray next to her on the table.

“Both.”

Her brow hitches as she rests back on her hands. “Why am I getting punished?”

“Because, Princess,” I rasp, gripping her knees and parting her legs to reveal the silk of her cunt peeking out from under the fabric of her dress. “You thought I would send you away? You should know better than that after everything that’s happened.”

I ignore her eye roll, which she seems to be doing a lot today, and I push the fabric back to her hips, revealing her already wet folds.

I lick my lips.

“You realize your punishments are something I enjoy, right?” she asks, and I smirk up at her as she watches me scoot forward in my chair.

“Be careful what you say, Princess. You might find yourself eating your words.”

Leaning in, I dart my tongue out and flick her clit, gripping her thighs and spreading them wider when she jerks from the touch.

“Gray,” she moans, shifting back to her elbows and tipping her head back.

I lap at her, swirling my tongue around her clit and then diving it deep between her folds. Her hips rise up to meet my mouth, and I add two fingers, slipping them in deep.

My hard cock jerks in my jeans, wanting to be the object sinking into her heat. But there will be time for that later. Right now, I just want to make her feel good, and maybe remind her of something.

Rising out of my chair, I stand between her legs, watching her head tip up and her lazy lids flutter open before her blue pools lock on to me.

“What are yo—”

I press my hand to the top of her mound with my fingers still buried in her cunt and I start massaging her upper wall.

“You got a little snarky earlier when I called Rose beautiful,” I say, watching her confusion turn into a glare, all while continuing to knead the inside of her cunt.

“I won’t apologize for that,” she pants, and I press harder onto her mound.

She cries out.

“I need you to know something, Princess.” I move my fingers faster inside her and her cries turn to mewling. “Rose and all the Cunts are family. You already know that. So even if she looked absolutely hideous, there was no way I would tell her that.” I pick up the pace, mashing her upper wall as my hand presses down harder again on her mound, making sure I hit just the right spot. “But mark my fucking words, when I say it to you,” she writhes under me as I assault her pussy, part of her trying to get away while the other part of her wants nothing more than to chase the brutal climax she’s about to be hit with, “you’d better believe I mean every fucking word.”

“Yes!” she cries. “Okay. Please.” She begs, my fingers now working inside her so fast that I fear they may cramp up at any second.

“Come for me,” I growl, and she explodes in a shower of spray that has me mashing harder and harder until the waves turn into a trickle.

“Fuck,” she whimpers, falling lax on the tabletop, her legs flopping open, her cunt deep in color and swollen as it shines with the cum she squirted everywhere.

“Fucking prefect,” I mutter, shifting my hand to my jeans to undo them and release my dick, only the sight of something stuck to the underside of the gavel draws my attention.

Reaching up past Zoe’s head, I lift the gavel that must have gotten knocked over by Zoe’s writhing and turn it over.

“Gray?” Zoe pants, but I don’t answer her, my blood heating with the familiar sense of anger that only comes from seeing Gunner rape my princess.

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