Page 76 of Emperor of Wrath

“Wait!” I yelp as he fucks into me hard and mercilessly, his swollen cock spreading me wide and utterly claiming me. “Wait, you can’t come in?—”

“Yes I can and yes I will.”

Holy. FUCK.

It’s the demanding tone in his words that shoves me over the edge all over again. I explode, screaming into and biting the sheets as I come undone. Kenzo groans, burying his fat cock balls-deep in me as I feel him swell and surge. He grunts, and I whimper when I feel the hot flood of his cum spill into me.

…And I know that nothing is ever going to be the same again.

15

ANNIKA

It’s light out the second time I wake up.

Alone.

I blink myself out of the haze of sleep. Feeling nobody at my back, I roll over, almost expecting him to be there. But it’s just me in the bed as the morning sunlight peeks through the shades and into Kenzo’s bedroom.

I close my eyes, sinking into the pillows again.

Holy. Hell.

Whatever last night was, it was…beyond intense. Beyond comprehension and anything I’ve ever even dared myself to fantasize about.

It was fucking good.

My head hurts a little; a lingering gift from the obscene amount of vodka I downed in twenty minutes flat last night. And I know I was still less than sober when what happened…happened.

But I have zero regrets.

Yes, Kenzo might be an arrogant, walking asshole with control issues. We might not even like each other very much. But if I’m going to be legitimately married to someone—especially someone with a flair for possessiveness who I’d guess is the last man on Earth to be okay with me “seeking it elsewhere”—than I suppose it’s pretty fucking great that we seem to have fantastic physical chemistry.

Silver lining to every cloud, and all that.

I sit up in bed, wincing as another throb of the hangover stabs into my temples. Then I tense up as I spread my legs a little gingerly.

Fuck, am I sore. Like…everywhere, but especially between my legs. I open them wider, holding the sheets away from my naked body to glance down at myself.

What the actual shit…

It looks like I went nine rounds in a cage match with a prize fighter. Or maybe a goddamn tiger.

There are claw marks on me, for fuck’s sake. Bruises cover my breasts, my hips, my ass and my thighs, and when I bring my hand up to the soreness ringing my neck, I feel more bruises there. I grit my teeth as I glance over my shoulder, making a face at the fucking bite mark there.

Okay, last night was crazy good. But I don’t know if I’ll survive another session like that with him again.

I consider that I don’t actually have any clothes as I swing my legs out of bed. There’s my wedding dress, but I don’t see it anywhere. Who knows what Kenzo did with it after he took it off me last night.

While I was sleeping.

Something wicked, dark and illicit sparks inside me as I let that sink in. The man stripped me naked while I was asleep.

He could have done anything.

Part of me wonders if he did, even though he said he didn’t.

…And an even more fucked-up part of me gets excited at the prospect that he might have.

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