Page 36 of Crown of Thorns
“Who fucks this cunt and fills it up with their cum?”
“You do!” I scream.
“And who is your king?” he demands as he drives his fingers into my hair and pulls just enough to force my head back.
“You are!”
“Aye, I am,” he snarls. “Now take my cum like a queen,” he says as he plants himself deep and fills me up.
We lay sprawled over his desk for who knows how long while my heartbeats echo in my ears and my throat feels raw from screaming. Eventually, he stands and pulls out of me, and I feel my face burn as his cum trickles down my sensitive flesh.
“I need to clean up,” I whisper.
“No,” he says.
“What?”
“We are late for our meetings because of your brattiness this morning,” he says calmly as he tucks himself back into his pants and then slides my panties backup my legs and straightens my skirt.
“But they all left…”
He just raises a dark eyebrow and asks, “Did they, hen?”
“No,” I whisper as he sits back down and pulls me into his lap. The tweed of his pants and the lace of my undies scrape the raw skin of my behind.
“Aye,” he says. “And you are going to sit here and participate in this meeting like you should have from the beginning.”
“I said I was sorry.”
“And now you actually are,” he says before calling out. “You can come back in now.”
“I think I hate you,” I whisper as Leo and Craig walk back into the room with smirks on their faces, followed by a murderous Saoirse.
“If that’s how you fuck me like you hate me, then I’ll take it,” he says. “Now hold your head up high; you’re a fucking princess and you need to act like you know it. Soon you’ll be a fucking queen, and she’ll bow to no one but me.”
“I’m not sure that I know anything,” I whisper back.
“That’s fine because I know enough for both of us.”
And that will have to do for now, so I roll my shoulders back and ask the room, “So what all goes into a royal wedding anyway?”
Chapter 12
You Don’t Belong Here
“This is ridiculous,” the queen snaps, startling me. I’m already holding on by a gossamer thread after all Rhys has put me through today. “You need to be serious, Rhys.”
“I believe I’ve made it clear that in the offices and in royal circles I am now the king,” he says quietly but with a distinct challenge.
“And are you going to fuck me too?” she purrs. “Because we both know I’ll make a better queen that this stupid—”
“Tread lightly,” he warns.
“—child,” she spits out.
I feel like I shouldn’t even be here. If anyone doesn’t belong in this room, it’s me but I’m doing as he ordered me to and sitting here, quietly and with my head held high, waiting to find out what the rest of mylife is going to look like while feeling his cum slip from my core.
“I believe my future queen asked a question,” Rhys says, ignoring his stepmother. “And I’ve yet to hear an answer.”
