Page 46 of Emperor of Havoc

Her hand flies up, fingers spelling out the word before I can finish my sentence.

“Asshole. I’d simply tell them howsmallyour dick is,” she signs furiously.

The laugh that escapes me is genuine, dark and sharp.

“We don’t need to wait for the wedding night, princess,” I growl. “I could fuck your tight little cunt right now. Then we'll see if the wordsmallis still in your lexicon.”

Something wicked ripples in her eyes. Her cheeks heat, her throat bobs up and down as her lower lip trembles.

Darkness flexes inside me, hunger beginning to gnaw at my mind as I slowly push her back until her ass is against the vanity, boxing her in as my hands go to the counter on either side of her.

I smirk, my eyes dragging over her again. “Tell me, princess,” I purr, my voice dropping to a growl, “will it be awhitewedding? Will we be staining the sheets with virgin blood when we consummate our marriage?”

Her face flushes crimson, and for a moment, her hands are stunned into silence. “That isnoneof your business,” she eventually signs furiously. “And we are not consummating anything.”

“Of course we are,” I counter. “It’s expected.”

“How romantic.” She rolls her eyes.

“I'd be lying if I promised you romance,” I say bluntly. “But Icanpromise you’ll be orgasming all over my face, fingers, and cock.”

The blush on her cheeks deepens.

“I think I’m right,” I growl quietly. “I think for all your kinkiness, looking online for a stranger to chase you, catch you and fuck you while you struggle, you’ve never actuallybeenfucked before, have you?”

Her eyes widen as her mouth falls open in shock. She raises a hand to say something. But before her fingers can move, I’ve captured them in mine, silencing her.

“The way you always put up a fight…” I murmur, pressing her back against the cool marble of the vanity. Her breath hitches as I push my body to hers. “It's beginning to make me assume that youlike it. You like the fight, princess, and I think youlove itwhen I make you lose that fight. Youwant meto overpower you. Don't you.”

Her breath catches sharply as I whirl her around to face the mirror. I grab the front of her towel and yank it out of her grip, ripping it away and letting it fall to the floor.

Katarina squirms and fights, trying to wriggle out of my grasp as I pin her to the vanity.

She’s not goinganywhere.

“I wonder if you even know what you look like when you lose,” I murmur.

Her lips part in protest, but then my hand slides around to roughly cup her breast, my fingers pinching her nipple and rolling it tightly, and her body tenses against me.

Her eyes roll back as a flush creeps over her cheeks and a sound close to a moan rumbles way in the back of her delicate throat.

She instantly tries to cover it up, but there’s no hiding it from me. I grin darkly and pinch the nipple again, rolling the little nub between the pads of my fingers, causing her to jerk against me again.

My other hand slides over her hip, moving to the front of her body. Her eyes widen in the mirror, her body shaking slightly as I keep her pinned there, my hand snaking down her stomach. My fingers run over smooth skin. Then soft, trimmed, coppery-blonde hair.

Katarina’s body jolts, and a sound that turns my dick to forged steel catches low in her throat as my fingers slide lower, finding molten, wet heat.

“This, princess” I murmur into her ear, “is what you look like when you’re mine.”

I plunge two fingers into her dripping wet pussy. Katarina arches against me as I pin her hard against the counter. My fingers curl deep, stroking against her g-spot, making her legs shake.

My mouth drags down her delicate neck, and when my teeth clamp down sharply and my fingers plunge deep into her, an enormous shudder rips down her spine.

I growl as I grind against her, the beast roaring inside me. My fingers mercilessly twist and torment her nipples, my teeth raking down her skin. I can feel her pussy clamping downaround me, dripping all over my hand as I grind my palm against her clit. My fingers curl deeper, stroking against her g-spot over and over.

She falls forward, her eyes wild and her face slack as one hand braces herself against the mirror. The other drops to my own hand—whether to push it away or urge me on I don't know, but either way, I don’t slow or stop what I’m doing. She clings to my wrist, nails digging into the back of my hand as I finger her harder and faster, feeling her body tremble against mine as her mouth opens in a silent scream.

Suddenly, her pussy ripples and clamps down tight on my fingers, her eyes rolling back and her body going completely rigid. Wetness floods my hand, and I feel her feet kicking against the tiled floor as she comes all over my fingers.

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