Page 74 of Malevolent King

Tossing the knife aside, I finally lowered myself to her, my hips picking up their relentless pace, and driving into her. A hand to her clit as I leaned on one elbow, still holding her cut hand to mine, pinned by her head, had her moaning and gasping.

I kissed her hard, swallowing her words and little moans of pleasure, my heart filling with things I’d never felt before.

She was holding me to her, panting against me, pressing closer. I wanted to disappear inside her and live for days. I wasn’t going to last. It had been too long, and she felt too good. I hadn’t been with another woman since I’d met Sofia. I’d lost all interest in anyone but her. That was the way my brand of obsession worked. I’d met her, fallen into a black hole of want, and then gone to jail in Russia.

“Nikolai! You need to get back downstairs.” A sudden hiss through the door sent ice cascading down my back.Fuck.

Sofia tensed, looking over my shoulder. “Niko—” she started, worry clouding her features.

“Shh, I’m not going anywhere until you come,” I told her firmly, rubbing her clit harder so she gasped and wriggled against me.

Knowing I needed to finish up quickly, I rolled her back toward her pillow and pulled out. She protested softly as I laid her on her front.

“Relax. I’d never leave you hanging,” I chuckled against her ear as I lay across her back.

My wet dick slipped between her legs and right back into her pussy. She stifled a cry, and her hand flew to her mouth as I fucked her, prone from behind. I snaked a hand around her front, finding her clit and circling it quickly. The angle my dick was entering her hit the front wall of her cunt, and she moaned every single time I sank inside. She was so wet, the sound filled the air, a lewd wet smacking noise I wished I could record and play on a loop, it was so hot.

She was rising quickly now, her hips humping back to meet my hard thrusts. I rubbed viciously over her clit when her core clenched around me. She went rigid, her face buried in the pillows to be quiet, and her pussy tightened so hard that I had no choice but to follow her.

I exploded inside her, coming hard with long, hot ropes that filled her up and dripped out, running down her folds and against my balls where they nestled against her. Her entire pussy pulsed and milked my length. I came for so long that when the feeling ebbed, I wondered wildly how much time had passed. Minutes or hours? I had no real grasp of it. We’d gone somewhere outside of time, and now I was disoriented.

She was boneless when I slid out on a rush of cum. I fought the urge to find something to pop inside her to hold my spend in place, and instead enjoyed the sight of it welling out of her hole and down the tops of her thighs. I stood on shaky legs and pulled the covers over her naked body to her back.I planned to have the rest of my life to keep this woman filled up with my cum.

Her head was turned to the side, and her dark eyes watched me as I crossed the room and pulled my dirty captive clothes on, tucking my spent dick into my jeans. I crossed back to her.

“Niko,” Sofia whispered as I crouched near her face.

I smoothed her hair back off her sweaty neck.“Yes, prom queen?”

She wetted her lips, still catching her breath. Her eyes burned into mine. “Don’t die,” she muttered after a second.

I nodded, giving her my patented smirk, trying to ease her fears. I didn’t have to fake the elation I felt. Knowing she was lying there, full of my cum, about to fall back asleep, smelling like me, marked by me… it was more than a man like me could ever expect in this world. It was far more than I’d ever dared to dream.

“Yeah, well, I can’t make any promises,” I told her with another smirk and kissed her forehead. “Try to not piss anyone off either. I know it just comes naturally to you.”

She smirked at my teasing, and her eyes fluttered shut as I made for the door.

I left the room with a merry fucking skip to my step.

21

SOFIA

The rest of the week dragged by as my father slowly recovered in the hospital. The house was full of Franco’s loyal men, while the hospital was filled with my father’s faction. Franco held meetings in my father’s office every day, and Silvio grew more and more confident. It was obvious they were planning something, and I had no idea what to do. I was locked down in Casa Nera, not even allowed to go to the hospital to visit my father. My uncle told me it was too dangerous.

The house was in chaos. Franco had dismissed a few of the staff for unknown reasons, and now only Carmella held the line against the mess that the rabble of Franco and Silvio’s men left.

In every family, there were men inclined more toward one leader or another. While my father had been boss for a long time, there was a day when Franco and Antonio had both been contenders. Franco had never given up hope of one day taking the crown. He seemed to think that day was here.

I waited daily with bated breath to hear that my father had passed. If Franco wanted him dead, it seemed impossible that anyone could stop it, not when he held interim authority. My father had a blind spot for his own family. He didn’t know that his son hated him, his daughter wanted him dead, and his brother wanted his power.

Today was Sunday dinner. A full week had passed since my father had told me I was to get engaged again. A week since I’d crept downstairs and lost my virginity to the dangerous captive in the basement. I had exactly zero regrets about it.

I made my way downstairs, nervously smoothing my dress. It was knee-length, white, and lacy. Chiara would call it “church clothes.” I wished she were here.

Franco had held court all morning. He was like a general preparing for war. Nerves coiled in my gut as I entered the dining room and glimpsed a lot of faces in Casa Nera who weren’t my father’s regular attendees. It felt like Franco was asserting his power by inviting his cronies to lunch this week. His satisfied, benevolent smile followed me around the table. I didn’t think my uncle would enjoy handing power back to my father when he got out of the hospital.If he did.

The room was noisy. There was a chaotic air, like men celebrating the downfall of Caesar before sizing each other up and fighting for the crown. All this, and my father wasn’t even dead yet.

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