Page 40 of Monster: King of Nevada

He slants over my back, swatting each side of my ass again, then kisses the nape of my neck and murmurs, “Good, I want it to, so when you come for me again, you’ll fly to the stars and beg for more.”

Moaning when I feel the heat of his hardness between my cheeks, I begin panting, knowing what’s to come. I relax my body and spread my legs while he rubs his cock between my cheeks, stimulating the tight hole he’s about to fuck again.

Just as I’ve convinced my body it won’t be so terrible, he swats me, one hand on each side, moving around so he never hits the same spot twice. By the time I feel him sliding into my ass, I’m so sensitized that the pain morphs into pleasure before I can register what I should be feeling.

Theias sinks all the way in with a groan from his diaphragm. Rubbing his hands up my back and digging his fingers into my skin as he moves, I wiggle my rear, acclimating to the intrusion. One of his hands tangles in my hair while the other secures mearound the back of my neck, ensuring I can’t move away from him.

“Daddy,” I whisper softly, “it hurts so good.”

“I told you it would.” His voice sounds unhinged as he withdraws, then strokes back in. He’s holding back.

“Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck my ass the way you need,” I encourage. I hate when he tempers his desires because he believes he’ll hurt me.

“You don’t know what you’re asking for, doll.” He sounds feral, and I crave more.

“I do, Daddy. I do.”

Breathless, I push back into him on every thrust until he finally lets go and heaves me back into every thrust. It hurts, but I want more. I’m sick because I love this wild version of him. I love the bruising pain from each stroke of his cock ramming in and out as his pelvis slams into me from behind.

“Fuck, doll, you’re so fucking perfect for Daddy.” His praise eases my doubt. I love it when he tells me how perfect I am for him. The way he calls me good girl. “My beautiful little doll, submitting like a filthy whore.” Arching my back, I rail into him again, his balls swinging forward to slap at my pussy, hitting my clit with each pass.

Pressure builds inside me, and soon I scream as a powerful orgasm rips through me, and this time, I see more than stars. I see a future where I spend my life worshipping this man, and he does so in turn to me and our babies.

Joy overtakes me, blossoming in my heart and spreading throughout my body as Theias roars out his release behind me. The steady streams of his cum pump into my ass as he owns me like I was made for him.

Depleted, I sink into the bench as he strokes gently now, bringing us both down from the near-blackout high of pleasure that swept us up in a hurricane of completion.

“I love you, doll. Couldn’t imagine a life without you in it.”

It’s on those words that I pass out for the final time tonight.

24

THEIAS

Ibrush the messy hair off Ella’s face and can’t help watching her sleep peacefully beside me while the house remains quiet. Everyone fast asleep with no idea how dirty I fucked this sweet, innocent angel.

I buzz with energy in anticipation of my fight tonight and am ready to get on with the day. Oliver isn’t allowed at Lorde Arena due to my plans of killing both men who thought they could touch my woman. Cell phones and recording devices will be banned, so I’m not concerned about being exposed or caught. Not that I’ll kill either man in front of the audience. No, they will witness the downfall of Tank. He’ll be carried out, and afterwards, up in my suite, Blake will be invited to come have a drink with me. He won’t leave with any breath in his body.

I slide out of bed, and regret slams into me. Ella is so innocent; tonight might corrupt her. But she’ll know she’s safe, at least. The things I’ll do for her are unmatched by anything else in my life. I want nothing more than to give her everything she deserves, and if that means eliminating a few lives along the way, I’m okay with it.

After a quick shower, I meet my men in the kitchen where breakfast awaits.

“Oliver is still sleeping,” Owen informs me. “We stayed up late playing video games and shooting the shit.” I raise a brow at that as I take a long drink of coffee. “He had questions about Ella, some I couldn’t answer. But mostly, he wanted to ensure you were the right man for her.”

I let him know he did the right thing, then I look to Caleb. “I want you here with Ella today.” He sits up straighter, likely believing this is a punishment. “Today is a wild card. I need to know she’s safe. I can’t be distracted, and the best way to do that is to make sure you’re glued to her side.”

“Fine,” he grumbles, shoving a piece of bacon into his mouth.

“Owen, did you make the arrangements in L.A.?”

“Gambino’s men are all over it.” He grins, knowing I’ll be pissed but unable to do a damn thing about it so close to the event. “Parents will be here next week, too. They weren’t thrilled about leaving their jobs, but once I explained this is where Ella will be settling and that Oliver is likely to stay, they caved.”

“Good.” I’d hate for Ella to miss them and be sad. “Oliver ready to be set up in the suite at the hotel?”

While I don’t want him at the fight, I won’t leave him alone, either. I’m also not letting Ella unprotected in my suite. I don’t trust anyone else with her safety but Caleb, Owen, and Lucas.

“Justin and Patty will be staying with him. They’re setting up some gaming systems now and loading the kitchen with junk food,” Lucas responds, looking at his phone.

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