Page 72 of Malevolent King

She kneeled on the bed, her lethal stiletto blade held tightly against my jugular. This time, there was the chance that she’d cut to kill. I didn’t know if she could see me in the dark.

I pulled at her arm, throwing her off balance. She fell into me, swearing, as her other hand came up to fight me. I bore her back easily. She was so petite. Despite her moves, which were impressive, she was half asleep, and her reactions were slowed.

We landed on the bed, and she gasped as I wrestled the knife from her. It was just like the first night at the cabin off the highway, except tonight, I would come inside her. We both knew it. This time, she turned somehow, and was lying with her face pressed to the bed, ass wriggling temptingly in front of me.

My hands went to her thin camisole slip and tugged at it. It tore up the back like gossamer wings. She gasped at my brutality, but I was already straddling her thighs. Once she was pinned down, I turned to the curtains and pulled one back further and reached for the lamp on the nightstand.

I leaned in and spoke in her ear. “Tonight, it’s my turn, prom queen. Fair’s fair. And I want to see you. Every single inch.”

She flushed, twisting her head so her eyes met mine. She wasn’t fighting me now. Not even a little.

“Fuck, you can’t be real,” I muttered. I turned my attention to her body, running a hand over her bare back. She was a work of art.

She arched as my hand landed on the round globes of her ass and pulled them roughly apart. My towel had slipped off in the tussle, and my cock was drooling pre-cum from the tip onto her ass cheeks.

“What are you doing?” she squealed, trying to wriggle away, embarrassed by my perusal.

I landed a reprimanding hand on her behind, the sound shockingly hot as it carried throughout the room.“Hold still, or I’ll give you ten more and make you count them.” I took her rounded cheeks and pulled them apart, kneeling over her thighs now. “I want to look at all the beautiful little holes I have the privilege of owning. I want to see all the places I’m going to leave my mark on you… my prize,” I murmured, draping across her back and kissing her neck.

She’d taken the Band-Aid off from behind her ear where I’d cut the tracker out more than a week ago. Wrapping her hair into a rope, I turned her head to give myself access to the tiny cut. With every kiss to the healing wound, I pressed an apology into her skin.

I moved down her back, kissing and biting at her spine. She was breathing hard, her whole body held effortlessly in place by my strength, and I enjoyed the control she gave me over her. Of course, I could just take it, but her sweet surrender was hotter than anything.

When I reached her ass, I did what I’d been waiting a lifetime to do, and bit her cheeks, sucking the odd love bite into her smooth skin.

“Are you trying to leave a mark?” she wondered, and tensed when I traced a finger down her wet cleft.

“Fuck, yes. I want to tattoo my name, right here,” I muttered, grabbing her full, bubble cheeks.

I spread them wide before leaning in and licking her.She tensed immediately, trying to push me away, but I didn’t allow her that much movement. Using my arms to pin the back of her thighs, I kept her spread before me and hummed against her skin.

“It’s my tongue or my cock, prom queen. You decide. Regardless, this ass is mine, and I’d prefer to break you in slowly.”

She shuddered beneath me but didn’t fight as I leaned in and slid my tongue up the length of her slit, from clit to ass. She had no idea that every single part of her turned me on. She twitched as I used my finger to play with her ass, my tongue fucking into her. I licked and sucked at her until she was a mess before turning her over and diving back into her pussy. I feasted on her clit until she came hard. When she burst in my mouth, I lapped up her juices and then leaned back, giving her time to recover.

Fuck, she made quite the sight, lying naked against the white sheets. Her olive skin and curves, the dark hair on her mound, and the dusky rose of her nipples all called me to consume her.

She leaned on her elbows, creasing her middle in half. Embarrassment blazed in her cheeks at my thorough perusal.

“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” My voice was rough.

“The seamstress wanted me to lose five pounds,” she whispered after a moment.

A dismissive snort left me. “Tell me her name. I’ll kill her for you.”

A smile blazed across Sofia’s stunning face, and she shook her head. “Killing people can’t be your go-to method for fixing things.”

“Why not? It’s very effective. I’ll prove it to you when I kill your cousin,” I murmured. My hand fell to my cock, desperate to be touched, as I allowed my gaze to linger on all her curves and hollows.

“Are you really going to kill him?” Sofia asked, her eyes huge.

“Fuck, yes, and anyone else who gets in my way. Now, hold your knees apart for me,” I instructed her.

She flushed again, innocent as a fucking schoolgirl, despite being twenty-two. “Why?” she challenged, because Sofia had never heard a word from my mouth that she hadn’t wanted to argue with.

“Because I’m going to eat you again until you squirt all over this bed, and then I’m going to fuck you. This time, I’m in charge, and I don’t negotiate.”

“I’m on the pill, just so you know… in case you were worried.”

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