Page 26 of Desecrated Reign

Then, lowering the knife to the neckline of my dress, he wraps one hand around the material before dragging the blade through the cloth between my breasts, slicing it open.

My breath quickens as my chest rises with anticipation, my skin crawling with need. “Rohan.” His name trembles past my lips with an airy plea.

“Patience, baby. Let me look at you.” With a flick of his wrist, the thin cotton is nothing more than a scrap of material, and my bare breasts and stomach are on show. His eyes eat up my exposed skin, devouring me with nothing more than a glance, and I squirm beneath the weight of his stare.

Covered by nothing more than the skimpy G-string concealing my soaked pussy, Rohan wastes no time, slipping the blade beneath the barely there string—one tug, and it snaps. He bows his head, burying his nose in my cunt before drawing in a breath. “Jesus Christ, love. I can smell how much you want my cock buried in your pretty pink pussy.”

“Give it to me, then.”

Using the butt of his knife, he slips the handle between my folds, gently swiping upwards until it’s resting against my clit.

My eyes fall closed as my head tosses back, and my body erupts with goose bumps as he circles my nub with the knife handle. “You’re a good little girl, aren’t you, love? Your back arched, ready for me to bury myself between these sinful legs.”

“Yes. Fuck, Rohan. Give it to me.”

He draws the knife lower, teasing my entrance with the tip of the handle. “Is this where you want me, baby?”

“Oh, God, yes.” Lifting my head, I latch my gaze onto his face, savouring how his tongue swipes along his lower lip as his eyes feast on the sight of his knife teasing my pussy.

“I’m not your god, Saoirse. I’m your king.”

Dropping his knife to the cobbles, he quickly undoes his belt and suit pants. Within seconds, he’s freeing his cock from behind his boxers. Sitting forward, I tug at his shirt, ripping it open and sending the tiny white buttons through the air. My hands roam over every inch of his chest, tracing the patchwork of tattoos scattered across his skin.

Eyes trained on him, I drink in his every movement as the rain beats against us. Next, he hooks my legs over his forearms and grips my hips. Then, with a swift tug, he pulls me to the edge, and my back hits the bonnet. Rising on my elbows, I watch with bated breath as he guides his dick to my entrance. With a thrust, he eases into me, one tortuous inch at a time.

There’s a devious smile on his lips as he torments me by easing in and out at a painfully slow pace. “Rohan. Please, I need more.”

“You’ll take what I give you, baby.” He leans forward, placing one hand on my shoulder while the other digs into the flesh of my hip. Using his hold as leverage, he slides out as far as the tip, and my chest curls forward. Then, with a snap of his hips, he lunges forward, burying himself so deep inside me I lift off the car with a toe-curling scream.

“Holy fuck!”

Repeating the movements, he tortures me, over and over, until I’m wilting beneath him, body on fire—even beneath the heavy downpour saturating my skin.

“You love taking my dick, don’t you, love? Love feeling me inside you, burying myself so deep you forget where you end and I begin.”

“Yes, yes. Fuck, yes.”

“That’s it, mo bhanríon. Squeeze my cock with that tight little pussy.”

My breath is laboured, chasing the build-up, knowing that any second now I’m about to explode into a mess of sedated limbs.

“I can feel you, baby. You’re so close.” He continues to thrust in and out, hard and deep making my eyes cross. “Come for me, my queen. Coat my dick in your cum.”

That’s all it takes. “Ohhhhh, my… fuck. Come with me, King.”

His tempo picks up as his fingers clamp around my neck, squeezing so fucking tight my eyes roll to the back of my head. Two more pumps, and he’s filling my cunt with his cum. “Fuck, Saoirse.” He collapses onto me with breathless pants. “If that’s what it feels like to follow you into the darkness, I hope you visit it often.”

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ROHAN

“Are you cold?” I draw Saoirse into my chest, wrapping my arms around her until her damp skin connects with mine, providing her a sliver of warmth.

“What gave it away?” she mutters, head resting between my collar and jaw. “The fact I look like a drowned rat or the lack of clothes after my fiancé decided to cut them from my body with his switchblade?”

If I’m being honest, I didn’t put too much thought into what the fuck she’d wear back to the cabins before I tore her dress to shreds, but do I regret it? Absolutely fucking not!

Lowering my head to her breast, I flatten my tongue against her taut nipple while bringing my free hand to the other, twisting it gently. “Not only is your skin dotted with tiny goose bumps, but your nipples are like bullets, baby.”

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