Page 47 of The Heir

I try to suck in another lungful of air, but his mouth comes down over mine and he licks inside my mouth, groaning like he's never had a woman before. I need out of this dress before I actually die. Moaning, I shift my hips, trying to get my dress up, but the next thing I know there's a tugging, followed by a huge rip as King tears the garment offme.

I gasp."My dress!"I shout at him, now infuriated he just ruined a five thousand dollar dress I splurged on.

His eyes flash at me. He's angry. "You think I'm going to let you walk in my house with a dress you wore to get engaged in?" he asks, deadly quiet as he stares down in my face, panting short, measured breaths.

I tighten my lips, not caring about his feelings in the slightest because I'm angry too. In my humble opinion, I'm actuallymorejustified in my anger. Taking advantage of him being distracted, I lift an arm and slap him across the face for the second time tonight, causing him to growl and pin my arms above my head with one hand.

Jesus, he's strong. His hand is a tight, unforgiving band around both of my wrists. He yanks hard, pulling me tight and I whimper, not letting myself break our eye contact. My breasts heave, stealing his attention and breaking the eye contact for me. His gaze leaves my eyes and travels down slowly.

"Izzy,"he growls, my name literally ripped from his throat like a tortured plea.

And as he stares at me, pushed up in my lacy black bra, spilling over the top with how hard he's got me stretched out for him, desire unlike anything I've ever seen come into another man's face enters his eyes.

And in turn,Ibecome so lustful it hurts.

"I have dreamt about this moment for so long I can't believe it's actually here," he says. "You are so beautiful, Isobel. Even in your anger."

I shudder, small sounds escaping my throat. We both watch mesmerized as my nipples distend, pushing out against the lace and I wiggle, feeling his rather large erection pressing against my pussy.

Quietly, and without my permission, he brings up a hand and yanks the cup of my left breast down, exposing my naked skin to him.

"King,"I gasp.

Embarrassed, I feel my face break out into a deep blush and I turn my face to hide into my arm. I shudder, pressing deeper into my bicep when I feel it; wet heat envelopes my nipple as he drags his tongue roughly across my sensitive flesh.

Arching my back, I inhale sharply.

He sucks me into the warm, wet cavern of his mouth and tugs on my nipple with his teeth, forcing a zing of pleasure to my clit. I flinch and cry out as his warmth sears me. Releasing me with a pop, he repeats the move again before settling and suckling in earnest. My entire body suddenly seizes up in pleasure, and I arch my back hard on a wild moan.

"Oh, that feels good!" I gasp, my voice strained.

My nipples are a major erogenous zone for me and I'm not used to them being touched. Christopher never wanted to, and I can only stand it for a second or two at a time.

"King!" I gasp, but he's too busy to hear me past his feasting, and grunting. He licks around my areola, nibbling on my nipple again before pulling away with a soft groan. My other cup is quickly pulled down, and he latches onto my other nipple, making me arch and cry out again.

His other hand slips into my panties and rolls my clit, tugging and flicking it.

Oh god, this is amazing.

I stiffen with pleasure, his manipulation of my breasts and clit quickly overwhelming my senses.

I'm so wet I can hear his fingers moving between the lips of my sex as he works to coat his entire hand. My pussy clenches hard as he thrusts two thick fingers inside of me at the same time he bites down on my nipple, making me orgasm immediately. I gush over him as I pant and plead.

"King, oh god… your fingers are so thick!" I sob, whimpering as he just continues on and on, nipping at my flesh and beating his hand against me.

"No," I choke out, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as my entire body stiffens under him. "No more."

"What did I say earlier?" he says with a stern bite to his tone, his fingers moving mercilessly inside me. At my silence he looks up, meeting my eyes. "When your ex was busy fucking that bitch, what did I say to you?" he says slowly, his eyes narrow in a warning so clear I know I had better remember what the fuck he said.

My brain whirls through the events of the night before settling on the only thing I think matters. "You said you won't have to tell me to take it because what's understood doesn't have to be explained." I shiver as he grunts his approval and then goes back to my nipple. He shoves me headfirst into unbearable pleasure, ignoring me fighting against him, screaming and crying for mercy until I succumb to two more with no breaks in between and I'm lax against him.

Warm and satiated from three orgasms.

My fight is gone, my wrists lay limply in his hands and my legs are boneless, spread wide for whatever he wants to do with me. My belly trembles, and tears flood my eyes as my lips part. I've never been forced into three orgasms back to back before and I am spent. His thumb continues to circle my clit lazily, keeping me on the edge for him.

"Fucking hell," he says. "You're so beautiful. So much more than I'd ever imagined. And I imagined this since the first time you walked into my office."

I shake, barely hearing him over the sensations of being taken over by his manipulation of my flesh. At his words, common sense rushes back and I buck against him, trying to get him off. I don't want to,but I can't let King fuck me like this without a fight. He'll think I'm a whore.

---