Page 131 of Monsters Wear Crowns
Down the hall.
She was leaving breadcrumbs in the form of muffled laughter and the occasional squeak of her bare feet against the marble. And then...silence.
I scanned the hallway. Our bedroom? Empty. Guest room? Nothing.
Then I noticed my office door slightly cracked, like a tease. I pushed it open and stepped into the darkened room. The only light was from the moon spilling through the tall windows, painting everything in silver and shadow. I let the door click shut behind me.
She was in here.I could feel it.
I moved slowly, eyes scanning the space. My desk. The chairs. And then I saw the tiniest sliver of movement–behind the couch. My smirk was instant. She really thought that would be enough to hide from me?
Silently, I stalked across the room, and in one swift motion, I reached behind the couch and grabbed her wrist. She yelped as I yanked her forward, tumbling onto the plush carpet with a gasp, her hair a wild mess, eyes wide.
“Found you,” I rasped, snatching her ankles and ripping her toward me. She was so light, or maybe it was my muscles coiled so tight.
Her chest heaved, cheeks flushed from both exertion and anticipation. My hand eagerly slid up her thigh, hiking her dress as I leaned in, my mouth just above hers.
“You’re not walking straight tomorrow,” I growled, kissing her hard. “I’m going to fucking wreck you.”
Her lips parted on a moan, hands fisting in my shirt.Christ, she wanted it so bad.My cock strained against my jeans, aching. I needed her to fucking scream tonight. I ground against her, kissing her like I needed her to breathe.
With a feral grunt, I flipped her over onto her stomach, yanking her hips up beneath me. Her dress bunched around her waist as I shoved her thighs apart and tore her panties, the soft fabric riding high enough to bare her completely to me.
She gasped, a breathless, aroused sound, and looked back at me over her shoulder with that fuckinglook–the one that made me want to ravage her.
“You wanted to play,little doe,” I rasped, springing my cock free from my jeans. “Now take it.”
I pushed inside her in one hard thrust. She cried out, pleasure laced with a gasp, and I nearly lost my mind at the way her body clenched around me–tight, wet,perfect.
“Ah! Rafe, too much!” she shrieked, jerking forward as if to crawl away from me.
“Fuck, Dela…” I groaned, yanking her back and gripping her hips so hard I knew she’d feel me tomorrow. “So fucking tight.”
She whimpered, her fingers clawing at the carpet.God, she was so fucking cute trying to escape me.
“Rafe, stop,” she whined, her drunken desires lashing out in this filthy fantasy of hers.
I didn’t. I couldn’t. I pounded into her, rough and relentless, watching the way her body rocked beneath me, the way her breath caught and broke, the way she whimpered my name like a prayer turned curse. I wasn’t going to slow down unless she said the safeword. I was going to wreck her beautiful body.
“Look at you,” I hissed, leaning over her, one hand slipping beneath her throat to lift her head. “Taking a criminal’s cock like a good fucking slut.”
She mewled, arching into me. “God, oh, god–”
“Yeah, little doe, I’m your fucking god.” Overcome with a feral urge, I sank my teeth into her shoulder, holding her in place as I drove into her. Every thrust claimed her deeper, her nails raking the carpet in both pain and pleasure. Her moans turned to cries. She wanted it like this–raw, depraved, real.
“Take it,” I snarled, my voice ragged. “Take all of it, Dela.”
She came with a scream, her body seizing around me so tightly that I nearly blacked out. I followed with a growl, spilling into her, pumping every last drop as her body trembled beneath mine. We collapsed together, tangled and breathless on the carpet. And I stayed there, chest against her back, our hearts pounding in sync.
When I carried her to the bed, lowering her down withexcruciating slowness,she let out a breathless giggle.
“Rafe–”
That giggle turned into something else entirely when I kissed down her throat.God, she smelled incredible. Our clothes were tossed aside within moments, and my lips were back on hers. They were intoxicating.How could a woman hold so much power over me?Her body pressed so perfectly against mine that it felt like we were molded together. I moved over her, taking my time to savor the feel of her beneath me, the way her hands gripped at my shoulders, urging me on. How the fuck could I come so much? Did I even have anything left to give her?
She writhed beneath me, the needy little mix. I leaned down, brushing my lips over her collarbone, tasting the salty sweetness of her skin, and she shuddered beneath me, her nails digging into my back.
I growled into her mouth, pulling away just enough to take in the sight of her, flushed, undone in every sense of the word. “You’re gonna kill me, baby.”
