Page 45 of Fierce Monarch

“I’ll tap out if it becomes too much, but I need this, Grey. I need it. You can go, but I’d like you to stay.” Tears crept down Mari’s cheeks, bright in the overhead lighting, and I knew in my gut that I had to stay. I had to witness. For her. For my reina.

I didn’t have to tell Dominic I’d tear him to pieces if this fucked Mari up, he already knew, but I glared it in silence anyway. With a nod my way, Dominic refocused all his attention on Mari. He looked at her like she was his prey, and it was impossible to ignore when she preened under him. She rolled her hips along his cock until he was laughing under his breath.

“If you wanted my dick, you should’ve just asked for it, mariposa. Is that what you need? A little fucking to set you right?”

“No. I need more than that.”

He dipped and bit her again. “Ask. Nicely.”

She tilted her head so she could see both of us at the same time. “Will you fuck me, Dominic?”

He shoved a hand into her hair and hauled her head back to whisper in her ear, “You’re going to regret that, mariposa.”

Then he was slamming into Mari, grunting as she clawed at the floor.

Dominic was brutal as he fucked her into the mat, fingers bruising and teeth tearing. Sniping and snarling at her the whole time. He didn’t say a word, didn’t kiss her, nothing. It was almost obscene watching him conquer her, fully clothed to her complete nakedness, but the forced vulnerability that came from her nudity was part of what she needed. Dominic claimed her with his body and used her how he wanted. If I couldn’t see her hips jerking back into him or hear her soft groans and the way she chanted his name, I would’ve killed him on the spot.

Watching it was the most difficult thing I’d ever done.

With Mari trapped beneath him, I was tenser than ever, but I couldn’t help getting hard. Seeing Mari writhe, seeing the pleasure she took from Dominic, was all I needed. Even if it wasn’t me riding her, Mari was my kryptonite.

Their savagery went on for a while, with Mari skating the razor’s edge of pleasure the whole time. She was babbling and desperate as she tried to take over from below, but Dominic wouldn’t let her. Every time she got close to coming, he stopped. Not slowing or pulling out, just stopped with his hips snug against her ass, his cock buried deep inside her. It drove Mari nuts.

She was crying again, eyes glazed and mindless when Dominic thrust forward for the last time, groaning as he came. When he’d emptied himself inside her, he leaned back, smacked her ass hard, and shoved her away like she was just another fuck for him.

I ground my teeth at the rough treatment. It was disgraceful, disrespectful, but I’d keep my opinions to myself if it helped Mari. Then he spoke, and I almost shot him in his smug fucking face.

“Your turn, Grey.”

My turn, like Mari was some hole for us to use. I whipped my head toward him and glared. “She’s not our whore.”

Dominic’s eyes were vibrant, satisfied from his orgasm but missing nothing. He looked just as arrogant as before, but there was amusement in his face that took some of the panic from me. “I didn’t say she was and I don’t expect you to treat her that way, but our little butterfly’s wings have been broken. Fix them. It’s what you do best.”

It took a moment for his words to penetrate.

Fix Mari. I’d spent my whole life helping her, protecting her, healing her.

Fix her? Yeah, I could do that.

When I looked down at Mari, she was panting and pink-cheeked, obviously desperate as she ground her hips into the mat. Dominic hadn’t let her come, and she hadn’t even attempted to get up and do it herself. She was still firmly in the mindless pleasure zone he’d pushed her to.

“Greyson,” she begged, reaching for me. “Please.”

This wasn’t my Mari; this was someone else. Someone in limbo, desperate for air that only I could give her. Dominic was right. I had to fix her. Pretty sure I was the only one who could, now that Nate was gone.

Rolling her over, I took Dominic’s place between her thighs. Her glazed eyes watched as I stripped down, needing skin-to-skin contact. I ignored Dominic, though I knew he was watching as closely as I had, and cradled her cheeks, brushing away the tear tracks with my thumbs. I kissed her so softly it almost hurt. “Are you sure?”

“Please,” she panted against my lips, her body jerking into mine. “I need this.”

“Anything for you,” I whispered. “Anything.”

I rolled my hips, rubbing my cock against the wetness of her pussy until I was soaked and slid inside her.

If I had any doubts about where I was meant to be in the world, all I had to do was fuck Mari to know that place was here. In her arms, her bed, her heart.

Wherever Mari went, I would follow.

“I love you,” I whispered, not caring that Dominic could hear me. Like he’d known she needed to be taken like that, I knew how to put her to rights again. “I’m so proud of you.”

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