Page 32 of Malevolent King

“I just… want you,” she confessed in a rush.

“Fuck, prom queen, you’ll be the end of me,” I muttered.

I picked up the pace with my hips, rubbing her across my dick until the wetness between her legs had soaked my cock. I needed more. I wanted to own every single part of this woman.I wanted to come deep inside her, day in, day out, until her belly was swollen with the evidence of my possession of her. My finger was still buried inside her pussy, and now, I explored the puckered hole above. Pure pleasure shot through me as she moaned greedily.

Sofia panted, working her hips in hot little circles. “I want to come. Make me come, Nikolai.”

“With pleasure,” I growled and finger-fucked her harder, bouncing her on my cock.

She came with my fingers in both her holes, gripping on to my shoulders like I was a rock in a tumultuous sea. Her pussy spasmed around my finger so hard, even her asshole got tighter. I made plans to fuck it one day.

She stiffened when she’d finished coming. It looked like that little sleeping tablet had completely worn off now. She was leaving the half-asleep place where she could make excuses. Coming to her senses to find my fingers still inside her had to be a rude wake-up call, even if she’d started it.

“An orgasm so good, it can burn away the chemicals. That’s quite the achievement, if I say so myself,” I said, gently pulling my fingers from her.

She slid to the side, throwing her bound hands over her eyes. “Don’t speak. This is just a dream.”

“Well, at least you didn’t call it a nightmare. I’ll take that as a win.”

She let out a long breath and then grimaced, squirming on the bed.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she said immediately.

“Tell me, or I’ll check for myself.”

She sighed, and it sounded like it went down to her bones. “I’m uncomfortable.”

“Wet?”

She nodded, looking like she wanted the bed to swallow her, then she yawned. Maybe the sleeping tablet hadn’t completely worn off. She was still more open to me than usual, and it looked like she was about to fall back asleep.

“It’s cold,” she muttered, her hand plucking between her legs.

I brushed her fingers away and smoothed my fingers over the wet material.

“Yes, you are a little damp down there. What a mess you made, coming on my fingers… let’s clean that up for you.”

I worked my way down her body, my tongue running up her inner thigh. She blinked down at me, her fingers playing lazily in my hair. She was boneless, unresisting as I lapped at her wet panties for a moment.

“Let’s get you nice and clean,” I muttered against her skin, nosing against her wet shorts. Then I licked her tender flesh, cleaning up the evidence of how hard she’d come, while she slipped back to sleep.

10

SOFIA

Nothing loosened hand restraints like fingering your captive. It was a hard truth that Nikolai Chernov was about to find out.

I woke before him when the windows were stained with purple dawn and realized my hands were loose enough to slip free. His face in repose was so beautiful. His high cheekbones and firm, stubbled jaw, winged dark eyes, brows that were so expressive by day, and those long eyelashes resting peacefully for once.

I lay for far too long staring at him. Committing to memory the man who had stolen into my heart and thoughts when I was seventeen, and I’d never gotten him out. Part of me tried to reconcile that once I was older and more experienced, married to another even, there’d be no more space for my sick little obsession with Nikolai Chernov. But deep down inside, I knew that wasn’t true. His poison was in me. I was fated to live with his presence inside my head until the day I died, whether next week or years from now.

After last night and the epic lapse in judgment and self-control, I knew I had to get out of there before I fell into darkness any further with him. He was as bad for my mental health as my physical health.

Was it embarrassment? Maybe. I certainly had no experience with the white-hot lust that had overwhelmed me last night, and no way to make sense of the feelings that had filled me when Niko had touched me.

It couldn’t be normal to feel like that. The man was like a sweet venom—it killed you slowly, and you died in ecstasy, but you still died.

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