Page 45 of House of Mages and Raven

When he had his clothes on, he always acted like a gentleman, but he wasn’t a gentleman now, not even close. He was a beast,mybeast. Delicious waves rippled over me as we slammed into each other and our movements blurred.

I started to count. I wanted to find out how many thrusts would get me to come. I could be a data girl. Barbie liked to hang out with geeks, so I could be a geek for her. Barbie rolled her eyes, her mood staying sullen.

“One, two, three, four…twenty…fifty…one hundred and ten…”

“You can count forever,” Rowan said. “I have great control. I could fuck you for hours, days, even weeks nonstop if I wanted to.” His rich voice turned taunting and lazy. “Are you up for a challenge, little monster?”

My breath hitched, my pulse quickening at the prospect. I could feed forever from a sex feast. Rowan drove into me so hard that I mewed and pawed at him, relishing it.

“Challenge accepted,” I said half-heartedly, knowing that Barbie wouldn’t put up with a sex marathon. I licked my fangs as I sank down on his length, my body shuddering from the feel of his massive cock filling me and stretching me. “This feels divine and unholy at once, my sugar.”

“I want you to suck my cock and make me feel even better after this, my little monster,” he groaned, and thrust deep into me.

I cried out in glee. His fingers dug into my hips as he lifted me like I weighed nothing and dropped me down on his massive cock. He thrust up into me, I heaved up his length, and he shoved me down. A variety of moves spiced up our vehement coupling.

I started to count again while riding him madly. He growled in approval. At close to the five hundreds, I lost count, losing myself in lust and need and pleasure.

Barbie didn’t push me to do a quickie or offer amateur advice on how to fuck my fae prince properly to earn more diamonds. Her low spirits made me worry for a second. Even my awesome fucking couldn’t improve her darkened mood.

To cheer her up, I asked her nicely,Barbie, Barbie, do you copy? Do you copy?

She didn’t answerloud and clearor evenroger.She ignored me.

I did a follow-up, as I was in a generous mood and wanted to get her involved.Could you count for me while I’m busy working?

Fuck off!she snapped at me.

It was unnecessarily nasty, but I decided not to let her negativity affect me. She went low, I went high, especially sinceI was getting all the action and she had nothing going. The Fates were in my favor.

As Rowan drove into me with more long thrusts, a smaller orgasm escaped me. Before I could reap the energy, Barbie lunged, feeding aggressively without thanking me or Rowan. When I tried to feed, there wasn’t much left.

I couldn’t believe that she could be that rude, but then, she was always a bully. Yet I decided to be even more patient with her. You didn’t kick someone who was down. Barbie didn’t have any decency, yet she’d scolded me for lacking a moral compass or being too morally gray. She was a hypocrite. All she’d said about lifting other women was farts. She didn’t lift me. And she never told me to keep my tits up.

I turned my attention away from her, not even bothering to criticize her, as I rode Rowan more violently to compensate for almost being dragged down by Barbie. Unaware of my conflicted thoughts and struggles, Rowan roared in pleasure.

“I’ll fuck you the whole night nonstop,” he promised, thrusting into me nice and brutally, “and no one can stop me. Not even you, little monster. Tonight, you won’t escape me.”

I waited for Barbie to put on her bulldog face and protest, but she gave two big yawns without covering her mouth before falling into slumber, which meant that she didn’t care anymore and was handing me the reins. It felt like she’d given up. On the one hand, I felt sorry for her. On the other hand, I was more than giddy that she was staying down.

“You got your wish,” I said, wiggling my ass in Rowan’s lap. “Fuck me however you want tonight.”

“I’ll show you that this cunt ismine, and you’ll never mistake me for your fucking client again,” he barked, driving into me violently, pain and pleasure blending in me like a potent cocktail. “You’re my mate.”

My heart skipped a couple of beats.

Barbie, did you hear that?I asked.

The light snoring coming out of her open mouth answered me. When she was exhausted, she usually slept with her mouth open. Barbie might be the only one who could sleep through a wild fucking.

“I’m marking you, and you’ll carry my scent.” Rowan pounded into me. “I’ll take you on a date and show you off tomorrow, so no male will ever think of having you, unless they don’t want to continue breathing.”

“Nobody wants to stop breathing,” I said. Maybe I could make Barbie sleep a lot longer, so I could go on a date with Rowan tomorrow. “But I hear you, my sugar. It’ll be a date.” I slammed my butt down to the base of his rock-hard shaft.

Still, Barbie didn’t stir or object. The chaos prince’s betrayal had crushed her, so much so that she refused to wake up and face reality. She thought she had made a home in his house, only to be cast out, and she had to watch her ex-lover with other women. Barbie might be tough, but she didn’t have my callous heart, which was fine, since I was made from tougher material, and I’d take on whatever shit was thrown at us.

My other half also didn’t lift an eyelid to warn me to leave before dawn so she could get on with her life and go to class as usual. Good thing Prince Cade wasn’t a control freak like the chaos prince. Now that she wasn’t in his house, Killian had no means of tracking her and no business demanding she spend every night there.

While I let Barbie slumber in a dark corner, I didn’t share my insight with her—during my brief encounter with the chaos heir, I’d seen what she couldn’t see, and he hadn’t exactly let her go.

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