Page 31 of Monsters Wear Crowns
I didn’t stop him when he yanked me against him. I didn’t protest when his fingers traced the curve of my spine, teasing, testing, until I arched into him. He was toying with restraint, savoring the moment like a predator who knew the hunt was already won. I had never experienced a build-up this intense before. It was agonizing. My heart raced as he tilted my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. Thehunger in his eyes threatened to consume me whole.
“All you have to do,” he whispered, “is sayyes. Orno, since you like that, too.” He winked.
I was on the edge.
Ifeltit.
One step, and I would tumble over. But maybe I had been falling into him since that first night. Maybe Rafe had simply been waiting for me to realize it. I lifted my chin, pretending his touch wasn’t scorching into my skin, or that my knees weren’tweakfrom the way he was looking at me.
I was starving.
I had been for years. And somehow, he had seen it–sensedit–in a way no one else ever had. He didn’t hesitate. He moved like a predator indulging in a long-anticipated feast, his grip inescapable. There was no more room for hesitation, no space between the fire that licked at my veins and the dangerous man who had set it ablaze.
His lips found mine in another possessive kiss, coaxing a desperate moan from my throat. My fingers curled into the fabric of his black shirt, nails digging in as he pressed me against the cool glass of the window. A sharp gasp escaped me as he traced fire along my throat, his teeth grazing just enough to make my breath catch before he returned to my mouth.
My body arched sensuously into his, every nerve on fire as I became sharply aware of his arousal straining against his pants.God, I wanted him inside of me.I ground against him, holding back a whimper. Rafe’s voice, rough and commanding between kisses, rasped against my lips.
“You’re about to bemine, Adela.” His words fell like a dark promise, sending shivers of warning and wild desire racing through me while my fingers gripped his broad shoulders. His hands cradled my face, and the declaration left me trembling between resistance and willing surrender. “No going back.”
My breathing became erratic, and I positioned myself so that the only thing separating his cock from my pussy was his pants. I wasaching.
He growled low, a deep rumble vibrating in his throat as he drew meclose until no space remained between us–only the searing heat of our bodies and the inevitability of the moment.
“Say it,” he murmured, his lips trailing along my jaw while his fingers left bruises on my hips. “Sayyes.” I pressed my teeth together, feeling the weight of betrayal in that very instant, because, beneath it all, I knew I wasn’ttrulyhis. I wasn’tanyone’s.Yet even as uncertainty churned within me, his demand came again–rough and urgent–into my ear. “Now.”
In a breathless whisper, I yielded, “Yes.”
He exhaled sharply with a laugh, like he’d been waiting for that single word all night. Heat flared under my skin, pooling low, setting every nerve ablaze. A deep, resonant sound of satisfaction mixed with hunger vibrated from his chest as he tangled a hand in my hair, yanking my head back so that his dark, predatory gaze met mine. “Good fucking girl,” he hissed, his praise laced with raw intensity that sent a final shudder through my conflicted soul.
His mouth sought out my ear next, his voice soft yet filled with a dangerous velvet darkness. “You want someone who’ll do whatever the fuck they want to you.” As his hand slipped under my dress and delved into my black underwear, his laughter mingled with dark desire. “My, look how ready you are for me,” he murmured, each word stoked with a fiery assurance that overwhelmed my senses.
I could scarcely catch my breath as I felt two of his fingers plunge inside of me. “Just know if you tell me to stop now, I fucking won’t,” he warned. I closed my eyes, coming undone while his fingers pulled out to stroke my clit.
“I’m going to do whatever I want to you,” he growled against my lips before kissing me roughly.
My world spun when he tore my underwear down my thighs, his strength whisking me from the window and shoving me toward a solid wall. In a frantic glance upward, I met his wild eyes,unhesitating as he lifted me effortlessly. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he commanded, “That’s it, spread those pretty legs for me.”
I was nothing but prey before a predator.
In a rush of disoriented passion, he unfastened his belt and pants with deliberate swiftness and thrust into me, stretching me painfully. I gasped against his lips. “Fuck, Adela.Fuck,” he groaned, driving into me with relentless force immediately. It was as if he had been starving as well, so desperate to feel me. A feral part of me shifted, stirring conflicting sensations as I tried, in vain, to push him away–only to be overpowered with a smirk that sealed my fate.
“You can’t get away, little doe,” he declared with a brutal finality as he slammed up into me, each thrust asserting ownership. “You’re mine, now.”
As much as I hated myself for the fantasy…I murmured a desperate “No” against his chest, but his laugh was cruel and unforgiving as he increased his pace. My protests were swallowed by his relentless movements, one hand clamping over my mouth. “Shut the fuck up,” he groaned before plunging deep again.
He wasn’t gentle. He wasn’t sweet. He was consuming, relentless, unraveling me piece by piece as if he’d studied every secret I tried to keep buried.And maybe he had.He understood my dark fantasies, which I never felt comfortable enough to ask other men. I always struggled with them because I knew they were a little...extreme. But I was so powerful in every other avenue of my life that...being dominated and claimed so thoroughly by a man was exciting. And not just any man. He also had to have power.
Like Rafe.
Only then could I feel I could let down those carefully constructed walls. I let him show me exactly how well he knew me–how deep he had crawled under my skin, how effortlessly he had stripped me bare. He pushed, I yielded. He commanded, I obeyed. Not because I was weak. But because I had never feltstronger than in this moment, wrapped in the hurricane of him. And I knew, even as my body sang for him, that I had stepped too deep into the fire.
There was no turning back now. Rafe was a terrifying, intoxicating monster, and I was lost to him. A slave to the pull between us, to the raw hunger in his dark, tired eyes, to the way his broad shoulders and powerful arms caged me in, making me feelsmall–something I never was.
And yet, I wanted him to overpower me. To break me apart and put me back together with his hands, his mouth, his cock. A sharp gasp left my lips as his fingers wrapped around my throat, squeezing just enough to send a rush of heat straight between my thighs. His rhythm was relentless, each thrust knocking the breath from my lungs, driving me higher, deeper into the sweet agony of him. My nails clawed at his back, desperate to hold on to something as he fucked me with punishing intent.
“Rafe–” His name broke from me, wrecked and needy.
He groaned, a rough, sinful sound, his grip on my throat tightening as his cock drove into me harder.Deeper.“Youfeelthat, mon amour?” His voice was a low rasp, thick with possession. “The way your bodybegsfor me? Squeezing me like you never want me to leave?”
