Page 73 of Malevolent King

“Do I look like I was worried?” She cracked me up sometimes. She had no idea how long-term my intentions were with her.

She swallowed. “Most guys would be, I guess.”

“In case you haven’t realized, I’m not most guys, and while being on birth control is disappointing, it’s nothing that can’t be remedied in the future.”

My words sank through her. She looked shocked. “Meaning?”

“What do you think? Now, hold your knees apart or I’ll tie you down just how I want you, and I won’t let you loose for hours.”

She bit her lip, fighting a refusal, but pulled her knees up and spread herself wide open for me.

I grinned as I lowered my head again and licked up her center. “Good girl. That wasn’t so hard now, was it?”

“Fuck you, Nikolai,” she muttered, and groaned as I paused over her pussy and spit down on her twitching center, making her wetter.

“Oh, you are,lastochka, and you will be for the rest of the night.” I dove in, laving her clit and stretching her with my fingers.

She came when I had three buried inside her pussy and one in her ass, my tongue flicking her clit like a madman.She was loud when she came.

I pressed one last kiss to her twitching pussy and moved up her. “Keep it down. What will poor Angelo think?”

Sofia laughed breathlessly. “Angelo is the one helping you?”

“Your bodyguard is the only one as motivated as me to get the fuck out of this hellhole.”

I kissed her neck, sliding my cock just inside her. The muscles were so tight; it was an effort to part them. She was wet as hell from the tip fucking, and her tight muscles parted a little more with every second.

I lowered a hand to her clit to loosen her up more and another to her throat. I loved the feeling of her pulse pounding against my fingers. Showing me everything she really felt, even while her mouth denied my effect on her. Her heart knew the truth.

“Was the other night your first time, prom queen? Tell me the truth.”

She gasped, arching her back and scratching at my shoulders as I pressed deeper.

“It sounds like you already know,” she replied on an exhale.

“Well, it was hard to tell if it was my blood or yours in the morning,” I muttered, steadily entering her, even though her body seemed to be trying to push me out.

It felt better than anything I’d ever experienced. Knowing she hadn’t been with anyone else soothed the cut inside me caused by her and brother’s engagement.

While I’d been waiting for her, I never dreamed that she had waited for me. Of course, it could just have been Antonio’s measures of control that had stopped her from being with anyone else, but the dark, possessive part of me didn’t care about that. All it cared about was that this woman was mine, and only mine. She had no history to sigh over or remember fondly with other men. I was the only man she’d ever have inside her. Just the thought nearly had me coming when I was only three inches deep.

“You know what this means, Sofia?” I nudged my hips an inch or two, in and out, warming her up and stretching out her untried hole. No wonder she was tight as hell.

She bit her full bottom lip, staring at me with hazy eyes. She looked desperate to be fucked. I promised myself that one day, I’d capture that exact expression and hang the photograph on the wall of a house we lived in together.

“It means that you’re mine, and you have been for a long time. I’m all your firsts, and I’ll be your lasts. We are only ever for each other.”

“That sounds like a proposal, you lunatic,” she muttered.

I gently squeezed her neck to encourage her to answer me, resisting her desperate attempts to pull me deeper into her.“It does, doesn’t it? Let’s make it official.”

As I leaned down to swipe her knife from the sheets, my cock pressed deeper into her, and her muscles finally parted for me. I surged in, her tight channel threatening to wring every bit of blood from my length.

Holding the knife, I scored a twisting shallow cut on my palm and reached for Sofia’s. I moved quickly before she could be afraid. Her hand was tiny and supple in mine as I carefully cut her. Three neat lines. She cried out, and I rotated my hips, dragging my cock against all the secret places inside her, covering the pain with pleasure. She blinked up at me, her lust clearing to see me pressing our bleeding palms together.

“Marriage vows can’t contain all the things we are to each other. There is nothing that can, except this.”

Her fingers wound around mine, her expression half want, half horror. I was familiar with such a look. I knew what I was. A maniac, a monster, a damned man, through and through. Yet, I was her monster, and I always would be.

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