Page 96 of Serpent King's Prisoner

I paused for a moment, gathering myself, before doing as he commanded. And as I moved, he let out a guttural groan. His head tipped back, eyes closed, as if the sensation was too much to bear. The sight of him, so unrestrained and unguarded, made my heart clench in my chest.

With each movement, the pleasure built inside me again. Each slide of him within me brought a wave of aching pleasure that had me gasping. Nathan’s hands were on my hips now, guiding me in a slow and punishing rhythm that had me moaning his name.

He pushed me off him. “On the floor. On your hands and knees.”

I looked at him, surprised by the sudden command. But I obeyed, sliding off his lap and onto the floor. I positioned myself as he’d commanded on the uncomfortable tile floor, heart pounding in my chest.

Nathan rose from the couch and moved behind me. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me back against him. His body slid against mine, a smooth glide of skin on skin that had me gasping for breath.

Then he was inside me again, filling me with one firm thrust.

A moan ripped through me, echoing throughout the room as Nathan started to move. His pace was relentless, his grip on my hips punishing as he pulled me back onto him over and over again. The angle of his entry hit a spot within me that had my toes curling, pleasure washing over me in tidal waves.

“So fucking tight,” he ground out between clenched teeth.

His hand slid down from my hip to between my legs and his fingers found my clit.

“Come now,” he said. “I want to feel your cunt tighten around me.”

I didn’t think it was possible to be any more conscious of him, to feel him any deeper. But as his fingers strummed that sensitive bundle of nerves, Nathan Zhou was all I knew, all I could comprehend. Pleasure spiked within me, sharp and overwhelming, and I cried out.

I couldn’t stop it from happening this time–the dam broke within me and I came shuddering around him with a desperate sob. My hands slipped on the slick tiles, unable to support my trembling body as wave after wave of ecstasy ripped through me. He continued thrusting into me as I convulsed around him, his grunts mirroring my own cries.

His fingers on my clit didn’t let up, pushing me through the aftershocks of my orgasm until I was panting and begging him to stop. The room spun around me, my body trembling from the intensity of what had just happened, from the feel of him still buried deep within me.

Nathan groaned and his thrusts became more erratic, faster and harder until he was pounding into me with a frenzied urgency. “Abby,” he growled, his voice rough with need. His grip on my hips tightened almost painfully as his pace quickened, driven by a desperate need that echoed my own.

“Say it,” he demanded, in a voice that was both rough and barely controlled. “Say you’re mine.”

I couldn’t form the words, my mind still reeling from the force of my climax. I nodded instead, hoping he would understand.

He growled, his grip on me tightening painfully. “No. Say it. Out loud.”

“I’m...I’m yours,” I stammered out, the words sounding alien to my own ears. I didn’t know if it was a lie or the truth. But at this moment, here with him, I didn’t really care.

A guttural sound burst from him as he released himself inside me, his body shuddering with his own release. His grip on my hips softened as he slumped against my back, his labored breaths hot against my skin.

For a long time we stayed there on the floor, a tangle of limbs and sweat-slicked skin. Nathan was still inside me and I relished the weight of him, heavy and possessive. His chest pressed against my back, his breaths gradually returning to normal.

He finally pulled away from me, his withdrawal leaving me feeling strangely empty. I rolled onto my side and watched as he staggered to his feet, his body glistening with sweat. I didn’t know when he’d undressed; I’d been too turned on to pay any attention, too involved in our game, playing his pet.

For a second, it looked like he was going to help me up.

He didn’t.

“Go clean yourself up, Abby. You’re a mess.”

I scrambled to my feet, cringing at the sticky feeling between my thighs. The tiles felt cold against my bare feet as I padded upstairs to the bathroom, Nathan’s dismissive words echoing in my mind like a harsh slap.

I thought maybe something had been growing between us.

I washed my face. The tears had stopped. I wasn’t crying anymore, I was never going to cry over this man again.

He’d set the terms of the game. My feelings were hurt…so hurt I wanted to scream.

But I could get over my feelings, as long as I managed to stay alive. As long as I managed to play his game.

And he had no idea, but I completely intended to win.

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