Page 83 of Land of Monsters

“You are a fucking princess.”

“So?”

“So?” He scoffed. The hand in my hair slid to my lips, his thumb hooking my mouth. “You belong in that world with your family. In America. I don’t…”

“Don’t tell me where I belong.” I bit down on his thumb, my breath stumbling as he slipped deeper inside me. “What if I belong here? With you?”

“Raven.” He tilted his head, giving me a look, both of us understanding. I didn’t have a say. My birthright was chosen for me.

“Think of it this way… I most likely won’t make it out of this country alive, so it won’t be a problem anyway.”

“Don’t say that.” Fury and fear roped off my lungs.

He paused his movement, his thumb tugging my chin down to look at him.

“I’m not leaving until Sonya and Iain are dead. Whatever that takes.”

“I can help you.”

“Let’s enjoy the time we do have left.” His voice went low, his fingers picking back up as he towed my face to his. The moment our lips met, I ceased to remember anything else, only aware of his naked body against mine. His hand trailed down, cupping my breasts, rubbing at my hard nipples.

“Ash,” I moaned, desire claiming all my thoughts, our kiss deepening as I straddled him on the windowsill. I was starving for him, like it had been years instead of a few hours since I had him inside me. Wrapping my hand around his thick girth, Irubbed my thumb over his tip, spreading the precum down his shaft.

“Megbasz,” he hissed.

Breaking the kiss, I stared into his eyes as I gripped him firmer, angling him into my entrance and sliding him through my slick folds. Playing and taunting him.

“Raven,” he growled, ripping off my shirt.

The energy between us, the need, was so thick it smothered the room.

“Choke me as I slide down your cock,” I whispered. He gripped my throat as I slowly sank down on him, the lack of air causing me to feel everything in abundance. My mouth parted, a guttural groan vibrating my chest. The feel of him stretching me to the point of pain. “Oh gods, you feel so good,” I croaked out.

“Oh fuck.” His hips lifted, pushing deeper. He let go of my throat and gripped my ass, pulling me into his thrust, causing me to already see stars. “What the hell are you doing to me?”

“Ash!” My nails clawed at him, rolling into him, our pace picking up. “I don’t want this to ever stop.” I leaned back, achieving a deeper angle, pressing him into the window. I loved that anyone could look up from the street and see us. Watch him fuck me.

“Get out,” Ash snarled.

“What?”

“I know you’re still in here,” he breathed, the trees starting to sway outside. “Watching.” He flicked his chin toward the empty bed. “Two dozen mushrooms if you leave.”

I realized he wasn’t talking to me.

There was a long silence before I heard a chirping sound.

“Two dozen for Bitzy and all the clothing supplies I want!” A small voice came from the other side of the room.

Ash grunted as I rolled harder into him, his grasp on me leaving a mark.

“Whatever the fuck you want,” he agreed, holding me as he stood up, continuing to fuck me. “And leave some dice.”

“You want me to ruin my masterpiece? No way!”

“If Bitzy wants the bag of mushrooms I left here, you will leave now.”

Chhhhhhhhhhhiiiirrp!

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