Page 6 of Monsters Wear Crowns
“Your body is fucking amazing,” he rasped against my lips as he slipped an eager finger inside me. I gasped, my back arching against the hard planes of his muscular body. My hand reached down, tracing the length of his pleasurably substantial cock. His mouth journeyed down to my full, heavy breasts while his fingers pushed deeper. I parted my thighs wider, inviting him in with an unspoken invitation. With a hungry smile, he teased himself against my sensitive clit. My eyes rolled back, nails digging into his back, each sensation intensifying the anticipation. I hoped he could satisfy the longing he had ignited within me.
Louis swiftly unwrapped a condom and rolled it on before driving into me. A deep groan escaped his lips as he quickly established a rhythm, each movement filled with raw passion and an almost primal intensity. Moments like this reminded me of how badly we all craved sex.
He kissed me deeply and fucked me with a hunger that matched my own. His lips were soft yet demanding, his cock stretching me deliciously, and his grunts were undeniably arousing. The sheets twisted around us, breaths mingled in the heated air, and I felt the undeniable truth–Louis was exceptional, the kind of man capable of ruining any woman.
But not me.
No matter how skilled, how eager, there was a part of me hecouldn’t reach–a hollow place untouched, unfulfilled. But I drank in the raw need in his eyes, the starvation burning beneath his hands. It was enough, for now, to be wanted so desperately.
Tonight, I would let him believe he could have me. Tonight, I would let him try.
***
The faint buzz of my phone shattered the soft quiet of the morning. I stretched, the silk sheets cool against my bare skin. A satisfied ache lingered from the night before, but the warmth beside me had vanished. I blinked, finding Louis still here, shirtless, reclined against the headboard, his lazy grin meeting my curious stare.
“Morning,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep.
My lips curved, but my fingers were already sliding across the screen of my phone, drawn by the notification. A single message.
Unknown number.
You looked exquisite last night. But you would have enjoyed your night more if I broke into your apartment, slit his throat and fucked you instead.
A cold ripple kissed my spine and my stomach clenched. The air seemed to thicken, the familiar comfort of my penthouse suddenly foreign. My pulse fluttered–a sharp, startling beat of...what? Panic? No. Heat pooled low, and I hated how it tangled with my unease.Did that turn me on? Jesus Christ.
“Something wrong?” Louis’s voice brought me back. His brown eyes were soft and questioning. Safe.
Yes. Something was very fucking wrong. With me.
I let the screen flick to black. “No,” I said too smoothly. “Just work.”
The lie rolled easily off my tongue. My stranger had seen us last night. He was the man I noticed on the dance floor. And he…he wanted me.
The lazy morning unfolded peacefully. Louis had a boyish charm, confident but easy. He was good in every sense of the word, and I knew I’d never call him again. Still, I made him coffee, the rich aroma filling the kitchen as sunlight drenched the marble countertops.
He took the cup with a crooked smile. “So, you’rethiskind of hookup.”
I smirked, leaning on the counter. “Don’t get used to it.”
A chuckle. “Fair enough.”
Our eyes met, and in that fleeting silence, there was mutual understanding. This was what it was. Simple. Fleeting. No strings.
“Anyway, thanks for the...hospitality,” he said, his voice warm and playful.
I walked him to the door, watching as he stepped into the hall. He glanced back.
“You’re something else, Adela.”
“Thank you, Louis,” I laughed softly, closing the door with a click. I sighed, the quiet pressing in once more. The text lingered in my mind, coiling tight around my thoughts. I should’ve been rattled. But…
I wasn’t. Instead, I was intrigued.
***
RAFE
She brought a man home with her last night. I had watched from my usual spot, jaw locked, hands curled into fists in my pockets as she stumbled into her penthouse with him. Some nobody with messy blond hair and the kind of grin that told me he thought he had a fucking chance.
