Page 24 of Crowned

I slide my hand around the nape of her neck and lift her head so she’s staring at my cock plunging into her. “I own you now. You’re mine until you’re dead.”

Lilia’s eyes are glued to the sight. Her moans grow to a fever pitch, and then her whole body arches with her orgasm and she cries out, loud enough for Elyah to hear, Kostya to hear, Daddy to hear, the pilot to hear, the woman locked in the damn bathroom to hear.

Her rippling inner muscles clamp down on me and she sends me to fucking heaven. I pound her even harder, getting as deep as I can. I’ve fantasized about killing her a million times, but the thought of getting her pregnant is even hotter.

I drag my cock out of her, see how I’m shining with cum, and shove myself back into her. This is a trap even more dangerous than she is, but fuck, I want it anyway.

When I lift my gaze from her perfect pussy, Lila has pushed herself up on her elbows and she’s glaring at me like I didn’t just make her come so hard she saw past the universe.

“Lay back,detka. I’m not wasting a drop.”

Her eyes widen as I pull out of her, only to slide two fingers deep into her pussy, needing to feel how coated she is. Groaning, I pump my fingers deeper into her. “You stay here, and I’ll send in Kostya and Elyah for their turns. Between the three of us, we’ll have you pregnant in no time.”

I want the child to be mine, but it really doesn’t matter who the father is because I’m never leaving Kostya and Elyah. As long as Lilia is pregnant and tied to the three of us, I’ll have everything that I want.

“Their turns? Get the hell off me.” Lilia shoves me away and gathers up her clothing, red-faced with anger and sex. Her dress is torn but she pulls it on anyway and ties it in a knot over her breasts to keep it closed.

Head held high, she opens the door and walks back down the plane to the others while I’m still pulling my jeans up. I follow her at a saunter, a lazy grin on my face as I tug my T-shirt back into place. Brazhensky is snorting like a bull and staring at my prison tattoos. In our world, I’m scum to him. Far too lowly to get my hands on a woman like Lilia. Kostya would be suitable as a husband, but Elyah and I aren’t fit to be her bodyguards.

As he meets my gaze with his furious one, I smirk. “Your daughter just loves prison dick.”

Lilia sits down and stares straight ahead.

“This is the way you have been behaving since you left my house?” Brazhensky seethes at his daughter. “Like a bitch in heat? Have you no shame?”

She finger-combs her long hair, neatening it back into place. “You always thought I was a whore. At least I have fun this way.”

Brazhensky is spitting now. “Fun? Spreading your legs for this nobody?”

Lilia arches one brow and points to me. “This man? Just this man? No, Dad. I’ve fucked them all.”

“If your mother knew she’d given birth to a slut she would have drowned you in the bath.”

That wipes the smile off Lilia’s face. Elyah steps forward, grabs the front of Brazhensky’s shirt, and sinks his fist into the man’s jaw.

Aran Brazhensky’s head snaps to one side and he moans in pain, clutching his face. As soon as he’s able to speak again, he turns back to Elyah and snarls, “You will regret that, you piece of shit.”

“You will never speak to Lilia like that again. You will not even look at her or I will break your fucking face.”

“How noble, defending your whore.”

Elyah smashes his forehead into the bridge of Brazhensky’s nose. The man howls in pain and blood spurts over his mouth and chin. His lips and teeth are coated in red, and he glares at Elyah with fire in his eyes. “You piece of fucking scum. Your life is over, you hear me? I’ll kill you like the animal you are and feed you to my dogs.”

These threats pass over Elyah like he hasn’t even heard the man. He turns to Lilia. “This man beat you. He beat your mother, too?”

You only have to look at a man like Aran Brazhensky to know he’s liberal with his fists. He’s got the same mean look in his eye that my father did.

In the face of Elyah’s ferocity, Lilia softens. His eyes are locked on her beautiful face, and she nods.

“I will kill him for you. He will never hurt you again.”

Kostya holds up a hand. “Not yet. Not until I’ve got my diamonds.”

Reluctantly, Elyah steps back from Brazhensky, but spits at his feet. He goes to stand behind Lilia’s chair, his arms folded across his chest.

“Nothing?” Kostya asks me.

I reach for Lilia’s handbag and rummage around in it before pawing at the lining for any telltale lumps. Then I drop it at her feet. “No diamonds.”

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