Page 20 of Malevolent King

She scoffed. “You didn’tletmescar your face, and you certainly wouldn’t enjoy me stabbing you here.” She punctuated her point by pushing the sharp end of whatever weapon she’d gotten hold of into my thigh a touch harder.

I raised a lazy eyebrow at her. “You’d be surprised, Sofia, how much I’d enjoy any touch of yours in that vicinity.”

She flushed. I could just make out the way her lips parted in the dim light. She was easy to fluster. My little untouched bird was too used to her pretty protected cage. She’d forgotten what it was like outside of it.

I nudged my hips into her, and my dick brushed her fingers. I was already as hard as nails, and my cock was enjoying our tussle immensely.

“Stop trying to distract me. I could kill you right here and now,” she warned.

“Go on, then. I dare you,” I murmured. “Kill me.”

Her cheeks stained darker with anger or frustration. I’m sure she was feeling plenty of both.

“Don’t tempt me. I could do it,” she ground out.

“No. You couldn’t, and that’s okay. You’re not a killer.”

“Maybe I am. You can be my first victim. Besides, this is self-defense.”

“Right, so it is. If that’s the case, make it a bit more personal,” I said and moved before she could stop me.

I grabbed her hand, shooting it upward in a fast arc, and swept her legs out from beneath her. We landed hard, and Sofia swore as I wrestled my way on top of her. I slotted my hard-on against her center. Her legs parted around my hips, and I brought her hand to my neck. The screwdriver she’d found made an excellent weapon. Now it sat at my jugular. My rigid body felt hard as hell against Sofia’s softness. With her legs parted, the material of her panties pressed up against my denim-covered erection.

Rocking my hips against her, I urged her hand toward my neck, sending the point of the screwdriver deeper.“This is better for your first kill, Sofia. This way, you can look me in the eye and watch the life drain from me, bit by bit.”

Her gaze was fixed on the place where the metal point was seconds away from breaking the skin. Her fingers were lax under my grip. She wasn’t trying to push the thing through my neck, but she hadn’t let go either.

I rotated my hips against her, rubbing the rough knot of my cloth-covered cock up and down her panties, and she shivered in my arms.

“I could do it,” she whispered hopelessly.

“Do it, then,lastochka. Do it and run back home to Papa Antonio. Lock yourself back in a protected little castle and let him throw away the key.”

I bucked against her, and heat worked down my spine. Fuck, dry-humping this woman felt better than anything I’d felt in the last five years. I could come like this, rutting her into the floor like an animal.

She tensed, her body still, and her hand came to life again. She pressed the screwdriver against my neck, and the skin finally broke. She didn’t like the truth of her situation being pointed out. Warmth dripped down my neck at the same time as a long track of tears escaped Sofia’s eyes.

I stilled. The world shrank down to just us and the fact that she could kill me, and I could let her.

“Don’t cry, prom queen. It’d be self-defense, remember?” The sight of her tears was unpleasant. Sofia should be glowering at me, her eyes dancing with fire and defiance.

She was as still as I was. Her gaze was fixed on the blood she’d spilled. Another long line of tears dashed down her cheek. I hated the sight of her crumbling.

Before she could get too upset, she seemed to rally. “I hate you.”

That’s my girl.

She dropped the screwdriver but not her fight. Her empty hand raced toward my cheek, and I ducked my head. I leaned in closer, grinding against her, pressing tighter than ever so there was no space between us.

“So you’ve said. Fight me if you want. I like it better that way. It brings back happy memories,” I muttered, my lips dragging over her neck.

She gave a cry of anger and pounded at my back, wriggling her body against mine in a way that threatened to have me coming in my pants all too quickly. I wrestled her arms down by her sides when she scratched my cheeks, and the movement only rocked us against each other more.

Pleasure sparked through my aching body as I thrust against her. She was still fighting me, her little body tense, but now her legs were hooked over my hips, holding me close. I didn’t even know if she’d realized how her body was pulling me in, inviting me with every futile attempt to smack me.

She went for my hair, and I finally grabbed her hands, pinning them above her head. She thrashed, rubbing her body against mine in a way that tore a groan from me. I could feel sticky pre-cum coating my boxers. I was leaking for her, and I’d bet my life she was wet, too.

I rocked against her, and she arched into the motion, a shaky breath escaping her, followed by the sweetest whisper of a moan. I thought I couldn’t get any more turned on by this woman, and then that moan happened.

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