Page 68 of Emperor of Wrath

Slowly, those eyes lock with mine, and a flame ripples through my core.

“Say that again,” he rasps, his voice rippling with a dark energy that both terrifies and electrifies me.

I shiver as he moves up, crouching between my lewdly spread thighs with my wedding dress bunched up around my hips, looming over me. He reaches down, and I whimper as his powerful fingers wrap like a vice around my throat.

“I said,” he growls savagely. “Say that again.”

I tremble but shake my head. “No.”

Kenzo’s lips curl monstrously.

“Careful, princess,” he murmurs. I bite back a whimper as he leans down into me, his body spreading my thighs wide as his mouth brushes my neck and my earlobe. “I might just get used to that word and like it a bit too much.”

I shudder, a heady mix of fear and raw lust exploding, raining liquid fire through my core and my veins.

“I—”

“You want my hands on you?” he snarls.

I cry out as his hand roughly pushes between my legs, cupping my throbbing pussy through my panties. A whimper falls from my lips as his fingers slip underneath the edge. His arm jerks, his muscled forearm rippling, and rips the fucking lace away from me.

That’s just the start of it.

Suddenly, without any warning, I feel two thick fingers push between my needy lips. A raw, aching groan is torn from my throat as he roughly sinks them into me, shoving them deep.

“FUCK….” I choke, shuddering as my hands instinctively reach for and grab hold of his muscled forearm.

“How about now, princess,” he snarls dangerously. His fingers start to slide out, only to instantly ram right back in, curling up against my g-spot.

“Oh…” I whimper, shivering and shuddering as he starts to stroke his fingers in and out of my aching, wet pussy.

Then he cranks it up and starts to finger me even harder and more roughly.

“And now?” he purrs darkly.

“Yes…” I choke pathetically, clinging to him as the waves of dark pleasure begin to swell and crash against my insides.

I can still feel the alcohol surging through my veins. I’m drunk—very drunk—but all it does is throw fuel on the fire surging in my core. The room spins and my senses swirl and pulse. The slow descent into inebriation walks hand in hand with the dark pleasure he’s wringing from my body, and all I want to do is ride this wave for fucking ever.

“Who knew my wife was such a desperate, needy little slut,” Kenzo hisses in my ear.

I moan, loudly.

“More,” I whimper desperately, feeling myself tighten around him.

He chuckles darkly. “More?” he growls. “What a greedy little slut.”

He suddenly adds a third finger. My eyes fly open, my mouth gaping wide as I’m suddenly filled like I never have been before.

“Shiiiiit…” I moan.

I’d meant more filthy talk.

But this is….

Fuck.

It’s unreal. Untethering. Unearthly. The sensation of his huge fingers stretching my pussy wide and filling me to my limit is even more intoxicating than the vodka—an aching adrenaline rush mixed with the desperate need for pleasure.

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