Page 64 of Shattered Jewel

“Right now, you’re my priority.”

I pull down her bra strap from her shoulder, exposing one perfect breast. Her nipple is hard and begging for my mouth, for my teeth. I take it between my lips, eliciting a sigh as she arches into me. Her scent mingles with mine, our mutual, building arousal intertwining in a concentrated mix.

My tongue swirls around the sensitive bud, teasing it until she cries out in a throaty voice that makes me ache inside.

“More?” I ask against her skin, licking a slow path down her ribs.

Her breath hitches once more as she nods jerkily, unable to speak through the haze of lust clouding her mind. I push the strap off her other shoulder, revealing another perfect globe waiting for me. My hand slides up along her flat stomach, designing patterns that make her moan against my lips, but I pause before cupping her full breast.

“I must warn you. I am about to gladly hurt you. Make you feel agony before I allow you any pleasure, and once you scream my name at the top of your lungs, well … that will incite me to do the worst sexual things I can think up while in this forgotten study.”

“Kaspian.” Her pleading gaze locks with mine. “Just … don’t break me again.”

“Oh, but I will.”

I’ve given her plenty of warning, yet she still sits with her legs spread for me. I don’t bother with any more. I shove Elara until she’s flat against the desk’s surface. Papers and trinkets fly everywhere, but I push until her legs are widened to their breaking point and dangling over each edge.

With my teeth bared, I rip at her leggings until her lace underwear is exposed, wet and shining in the candlelight. Elara grits her teeth and moans loudly, her nails digging into the elegant wood paneling.

While my cock strains against my zipper, I pull off my belt and tie one of her legs to the desk’s.

“Do you need me to remind you how good it feels when I touch you?” I ask her as I straighten.

I trail my fingers between her inner thighs until I dip beneath the lace of her panties, and two of my digits are met with hot, wet heat. She bucks against me when I curl them.

Elara bites her lip, trying to fight back the moan that wants to escape from deep within her chest.

An immoral grin plays across my lips, my vision hot with delight. Pulling my fingers out since I don’t want her too far gone—not yet—I work swiftly, yanking her arms above her head and tying her wrists with the deceptively strong chain of her necklace bearing half the Heart.

Elara notices, tipping her head up with her mouth agape.

“Do everything I command, and you can have the ruby back,” I say. “It’s useless to us until it’s whole, anyway. Better you have it than us for the Sovereigns to find.”

“But…”

I put a finger to my lips. Her first order? Hush.

I use the remains of her leggings to tie her other ankle to the desk leg, leaving her split-open cunt hovering near the edge.

With the gorgeous vision at my eyeline, I unzip and release my aching cock from my pants, freeing it from its confines. It springs forward eagerly, twitching with need and hunger.

Elara is at my mercy.

I prowl around her until I’m positioned in front of her mouth, my mouth spreading wide. “Don’t forget to breathe.”

The head of my cock spears through her lips before she can think to clamp down, choking her until she uses every ounce of her control to suppress her gag reflex.

My hands weave through her hair and guide her back and forth at a firm pace. Elara’s cheeks flush, her eyes water, and electricity lances through my groin. I grunt with satisfaction at each thrust.

And then comes the climax. I pull out just in time to spill all over her. The shock of my hot spurts hitting her face and chest startling her. My eyes remain fixed on hers, ignited with triumph as I catch my breath.

I’m not done.

Stalking around the table until I’m between her spread legs, I lift my leg until the bottom of my shoe presses against her pussy. Elara lifts her head, her mouth an angry, disgusted O of shock, but I’m past caring.

This girl has to get out of my head. I can’t handle her dominating my thoughts or taking precedence over clearing my family’s name and decimating the Sovereigns. Elara is not part of my future. I feel the need to remind her of that.

Get out of my head. Leave my fucking chest—my black heart isn’t yours.

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