Page 48 of Malevolent King

I didn’t know what to say to that. It was too beautiful and too terrifying all at once.

His hands slipped from my breasts and slid downward, fire trailing in its wake.He kissed me again until I was panting against him, my hands clasping his arms, embracing him, fighting him. I didn’t know anymore.

As he reached my hip, I remembered my knife. Indecision tore at me. How could I get it? Did I even want to?He cut Silvio’s hand off!reason screamed at me. Since Silvio had touched me and made me feel dirty for weeks, that no longer seemed as terrible as it would have if he were a better person.

His hand moved lower, gathering the silky material of my skirt in a tattooed fist and drawing it slowly upward. I couldn’t breathe. Everything was too much. The smell of him, a spicy musk of a misty forest, earthy and alive, full of dark and hidden underground things, sharp pine, and fresh air. I inhaled deeply, my head swimming with the stuff.

My thighs trembled as the cool air of the room hit them. Any second now, he’d find my knife. The knowledge sent a spike of alarm through me. If I was going to get away, now was the time.

Niko murmured against my lips, seeming to see inside my head again, like always. “Surrender to me, Sofia. You know you want to.”

I trembled on the precipice of reason, knowing that agreeing to his soft, addictive words was suicide. Giving myself to a man like Nikolai would have my father marrying me off to the first buyer at a discount price for used goods. He might even make sure it was someone cruel, just to punish me.

“Fuck Antonio, prom queen. Choose me instead,” Nikolai murmured against my skin, seeming to be inside my head.

Was I so easy to read? No, I knew I wasn’t. If I was, my father would beat me more regularly, because these days, I could hardly think about him without hatred boiling in my veins. I’d gotten good at hiding my feelings from everyone except this man, it seemed. I didn’t know why that was, but it was undeniable. He saw me, all the fucked-up, ugly parts, and he wanted me regardless. The deep loneliness that lived inside me every single day wavered for a second.

“If you’re worried about your little knife there, don’t be. I’m not,” Nikolai said, sliding his hand up my inner thigh.

I jerked against him, my eyes snapping to his. There was desire and amusement in those gray depths.“You knew I was armed?”

“Of course. You’re smart, Sofia. It’s sexy. Regardless, it won’t stop me.”

My breath hitched as he caressed along the garter and then rose to my panties. The casual confidence Nikolai had in his own strength was sexy somehow. His cunning and ability to never be taken by surprise should probably scare me, but it didn’t. I must be broken, because right now, it didn’t scare me at all.

His fingers met the lace of my panties, and he stroked me through them. My body hummed with pleasure. It was the first time anyone else’s hand had touched me there. I clung to his shoulders, trembling like a leaf. This wasn’t allowed, it was forbidden. My body was meant for my husband and him alone.

My father’s words slipped out of my head and stopped having any kind of meaning as Nikolai’s fingers slid under the elastic of my panties and met my skin. I cried out, and Nikolai placed his free hand over my mouth. I was pinned to the door, silenced by his hand, while his other fingers worked up and down my slit.

He rested his forehead against mine; his breath was harsh and just as hurried as mine.“What a tight little cunt you have, prom queen. It feels so soft under my fingers.” He pushed a finger inside me and cursed. “Holy fuck, you could kill with that grip.”

“I-I…” I trailed off, and lost the ability to speak as he added another finger, and his thumb landed on my clit. It was too good. It was everything I’d imagined feeling when I read smutty romances or watched a sexy movie but had given up feeling for myself.

Nikolai nodded, his lips working along my jaw. “I know, Sofia. It feels good, doesn’t it? I’ll give you everything you need. Just have patience, prom queen.”

My head fell back as he fucked me with his fingers. His hand moved faster, and the sound of my wetness filled the room, crude and startling. My cheeks flamed with embarrassment and pleasure. Nikolai watched me the entire time, his darkly possessive eyes drinking in my expressions.

I came suddenly, without warning. Wetness blossomed between my legs, so much that it soaked the tops of my thighs and Nikolai’s hand. I bent over, folding in on myself with waves of sensation, but Nikolai worked me through it, thrusting his thick fingers inside my pussy until the last pulses of my virgin muscles ebbed.

“That was the most fucking beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” Nikolai murmured softly, pulling his hand from my panties and down my thigh, patting the knife as he went.

Humiliation coated my skin. I’d come here ready to defend myself, prepared to put this psycho in his place, and instead, had my first real orgasm in his arms.

He pulled his hand from between my legs and put his fingers to his lips, sucking the wetness off them. I stared, and he smirked. He looked different, like the intimacy of that stolen, illicit moment had affected him as much as me. He seemed younger somehow, less jaded, as he looked at me with something like awe in his eyes.

“Absolute perfection. You taste better than I’d dreamed.” Stepping back from me, he jerked his head to the left. “Get on the bed.”

“I - I can’t! I’m not on the pill.” Logic filtered through my hazy mind.Was I really doing this?

Nikolai grinned. “Good.”

Before I had time to think, Niko tensed. I didn’t know what he’d heard; nothing was making its way through the fog in my head, but his entire body, so relaxed against mine, suddenly stiffened.

Then a hard knock sounded at the door, and the handle turned uselessly a few times.

“Sofia?” Angelo’s panicked voice floated through the wood.

Nikolai turned his head, annoyance washing through his handsome features. The other face of the beast. He was a stone-cold killer again. Reason slammed into me like a ten-ton truck.

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