Page 17 of The Shadow King's Brother

I can’t help myself, she’s so—delicious. In a single motion, I insert two fingers into her entrance, burying them deeply inside before curling them around expertly, as I know she loves.

I’m not just doing it for her. I’m doing it forme.

My fucking heart melts when I see how willing and ready she is, how she fulfills all my needs right here. Her reaction drives me to my knees, driving the dark fire within me to burn even brighter.

With my tongue unable to take enough of her, my fingers curl and move faster and harder. Her muscles tighten as I bite down on her clit; she lets out a gasp.

“Ouch, fuck, yes, yes, don’t stop,” she pants, gripping her desk edge.

While I finger-fuck her in and out, I suck her apex until it turns crimson, making sure to let her know who is giving her this pleasure. She squirms under my touch.

“Say my name,” I growl.

“Eli—Mister De Luca,” she gasps, trembling.

“That’s right. Don’t you ever forget that. I own you. You’re mine.”

She nods, unable to speak.

With a flick of my free hand, my fingers crawl up to her tight hole, and, just for a moment, I insert a wet finger, teasing her second entrance, poking at it. Probing it. Checking if she’s ready for me.

She always is.

“Elio, I’m coming. I can’t wait—” Her breath is ragged, her hair dissolved.

She looks fucking amazing.

“Wait for me,” I say as my fingers leave her channel. I rub her clit between my thumb and index finger until it’s sore and I can feel her tense up.

I get up behind her and open my zipper, letting my cock out.

I need to be inside her now.

I pinch her clit and twist it while she moans and then without warning, she explodes.On me. Shit.

She clamps up and lets out a scream while I feel the pulsations as she’s bent over her desk, coming in a full flour orgasm all over me and the clean floor.

“Shit, Elio–” she screams, and her hands grab the edge of the desk to stabilize herself.

The feeling of her body releasing like that while she screams my name just turns me on even more.

“Fuck Nica,” I say, not expecting it but grinning from ear to ear.

She relaxes after the last wave of her orgasm; her body looks sweaty and perfect, bent over like that for me.

“I-I, “she moans. “I couldn’t wait.”

She gasps, struggling to catch her breath, the vein in her neck pulsates.

“You’ll be punished for that,” I say. It’s a promise laced with something darker. I did enjoy her release, but she shouldn’t come without my permission. I grab a fistful of her hair and forced her down onto the cluttered desk. Leaning over her, my mouth close to her ear, I whisper.

“I’ll fuck you so hard the desk will smell like your pussy for weeks,” I hiss.

And with that, I thrust my cock deep into her, making her let out a deep moan.

She’s so right, so wet.Gripping me like a glove, I feel her inner muscles stretch around me as she arches to meet me.

It’s goddamn breathtaking to watch.

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