Page 40 of Crown of Hate

I fight to remain silent as he continues to finger me, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. I feel like I'm a bomb ready to explode. My knuckles whiten on the table’s edge as I lose myself in the exquisite torture. The brass rails shake against my restraints.

“Please, Mikhail,” I beg, wriggling under his touch. “Please…”

He pulls his fingers out, and I feel his mouth replacing them. His tongue flicks against my swollen clit. My toes curl with delight.

“Mikhail—” I moan, my hips bucking against his mouth.

He chuckles softly against my skin, the vibrations sending waves of red-hot pleasure burning through me. “I said no sound.”

I try to hold back, but the pressure is too much. My body betrays me. There’s a storm gathering beneath my skin, begging—pleading for an outlet.

“Mikhail,” I quietly groan, unable to keep it in any longer.

He smirks, satisfied by my reaction. “Now, scream my name. Let the whole fucking world know who owns you.”

“Mikhail!” I scream, my voice echoing in the empty bar as I erupt.

Everything seems to quake with intensity. My entire world shakes.

Holy shit.

A devilish laugh pierces the chaos.Mikhail. He slows down the pace, allowing me to catch my breath. Then, he stands up, removing his ripped clothes until he's completely naked. I watch in awe as he positions himself between my legs, lining up his hard cock with my entrance.

His cock… my racing heart nearly drops into the abyss at the sight. It’s huge, thick, throbbing at the seams, dripping for me.

I swallow. My lips part. I’m scared.

Scared, but desperate.

“You made a mess of my tongue,wife.” He leans in and kisses me so I can taste my own cum. “But I forgive you. Delicious, right?”

I nod, speechless with anticipation.

With my restrained legs stretched out straight, I’m defenseless as Mikhail slowly pushes inside me. For a moment, everything burns. He stretches me out to what feels like a limit…

But I’m so wet that he slides in without any more pain. And the burn slowly turns to pure ecstasy as he starts to thrust into me.

“You're so tight,” he groans, watching me squirm beneath him. “I can’t get enough of you.”

My mind-short circuits. I can’t believe I’m having sex. With this gorgeous god. With this sinful devil. Withhim.

I can feel my wings burning off. My heart drops all the way to hell. The flames embrace me as I sink into them, a smile on my face.

“Fuck me,” I rasp. Locking my arms around his neck, I draw Mikhail deeper into me.

He fills me completely, stretching me in ways I never knew possible. It’s primal, raw,incredible.

He’s claiming me, marking me as his own. And I’m all for it.

And then, he starts to move, his weight pinning me as he pumps his hips in a steady rhythm. My body responds instinctively, matching his pace, meeting each thrust. I melt against him, angling my hips to take him even deeper.

He pulls out half-way, then sinks back in fully, hitting some perfect carnal spot deep inside me.

“How do you feel so fucking good,” he grunts, his body tensing. “How?”

“Don’t stop,” I whimper. It’s all I can respond with.

He quickens the pace, his thrusts growing more erratic. A glass from the table falls to the ground and shatters. Neither of us even pretends to care. Mikhail is laser focused on driving me to the brink. I clench around him, milking him as he dives deep into me.

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