Page 105 of Kingdom of Crowns and Daggers

He’s so thick and long, it will rip me apart.

I try to scramble away, but he wraps a hand around my throat, pinning me in place as I kick. The strength in that one hand is so astounding, it makes me embarrassingly hot.

I feel him press to my entrance and try to escape, but he doesn’t let me, instead pushing into me. He forces me to take him. It hurts so fucking much, I fight his grasp. It’s like a red-hot branding iron is sliding deeper inside me as he forces his length into me with one hard thrust, obviously tired of waiting.

“Orion!” I scream, trying to pull away. “Please, please.” Tears squeeze from my eyes.

“No,” he snarls, dragging me back and impaling me deeper onto his cock. “You taunted the beast, now you get this. You wanted me, so take it all like you said. Let it hurt. Feel it.”

I breathe through it, trying to embrace the sharp pain, and as he starts to move, it turns to a burning pain and pleasure, leaving me dripping and reluctantly rocking back onto his length.

“Good girl, that’s it. Look at you taking all of me. Fuck, it’s such a pretty sight, seeing you stretched around me like this, your pussy pink and raw for me.” His dirty words go through me, making my clit throb as I clench on him, only enhancing the pain.

The pain makes me dizzy, makes me hotter, nearly makes me come.

He stops holding back and slams into my cunt in a hard, brutal thrust. The agony cascades through my body, and it gets me off.

I come with an embarrassing whine, even as it hurts so much my head goes dizzy, but he doesn’t stop pummelling into me from behind, our skin slapping together loudly even over the pop of the flames.

He ruts me like the beast he called himself. His hand slides from my neck, wrapping around my hair and yanking my head back. His mouth meets my ear as he drives into me from behind. “Imagine what they would see if they caught the king’s dog rutting their precious queen-to-be.”

My heart pounds in my chest so hard I’m surprised he can’t hear it, my moans falling from my lips even as I push back to take more of him. “I bet you’ve imagined fucking me in one of those dresses on the steps to the throne.”

“More than once,” he growls, biting the back of my neck again, “even as they watched me, horrified. It’s all I could think about, ripping up those frilly fucking dresses and showing them the monster that lives inside you that loves me claiming you like that.”

“Oh fuck,” I cry out, clenching on his length, imagining just that.

He chuckles in my ear as he slides his tongue through his bite. “Let’s see how far I can push you.”

He turns us, pressing my face so close to the fire it almost burns. The threat is there, the adrenaline making me gush around him, which is exactly why he did it. He’s using my secret against me, and I can’t even be mad.

“Look at you.” His cock twitches inside me as he hammers into me from behind. I take it, pushing back for more. I take everything he gives me, letting him know I wasn’t lying. He can’t break me.

I watch the flames as he fucks me, wishing they were licking across my skin, wanting to feel their burn like his hands sliding across me.

“I want to see you come. I want to feel you come on my cock, make me come. Let me watch it spill from this pretty little cunt.”

“Make me,” I demand, glancing back at him with my signature grin. “Make me come.”

His head lowers, his nostrils flaring as he kneels behind me like a warrior claiming his prize in battle, and I love it. One hand slides down my spine and over my ass, circling my hole, and then it moves through my cunt, and he pinches my clit between his fingers, slowly increasing the pressure as he fucks me.

My brain short-circuits and I come with a scream, gushing around his length. He fights my fluttering cunt until he grunts, slams deep inside me, and bellows his release to the wilds surrounding us.

The flames flicker as I fall forward, but he doesn’t release me, even as I shake and shiver from my release. He slowly pulls his length free, making me moan, and I feel his cum dripping from me. With two thick fingers, he pushes it back inside me.

“I’m going to stain this royal cunt,” he warns, shoving it deeper. I love his rough, filthy treatment. I hope he doesn’t close back up after this, but I know I can push him over the edge, and I can’t wait to do it again.

He surprises me, however, when he quickly strips from his armour and wraps me in his arms, laying us on one of the bed rolls. My whole lower half aches in the best way and I’m sticky, but I don’t move. I snuggle closer, stroking his exposed skin.

We lie like that for a while, until our heartbeats have slowed and we have recovered enough to speak.

Sliding my fingers across the brutal scar on his arm, I rest my head on his wide chest. “What is this scar from?”

He glances down, his eyes smouldering as he watches me trace his skin. “A sword meant for the king. He was sixteen at the time.”

“This one?” I ask, sliding higher to a puckered scar.

“A horse kicked. I took the blow.”

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