Page 115 of Fortress of the King

I feel him grin against my neck as he tenderly nips it with his teeth, all the while his fingers skim my pussy and circle my clit, teasing me in the most delicious of ways.

“Was it a hardship?” he bites out. “Having to sleep with me?”

I close my eyes. Even in the dark, where he can’t really see my reactions, I feel my face heat.

“I didn’t sleep with you because of…”

“Shhh,” he whispers. “You’re breaking all of my rules, and you know what that does to me.”

It feels depraved, but my body has come to crave him. He’s like an addiction I may never be able to shake.

“Angelo…”I whisper as he sucks on the skin below my clavicle, his fingers move faster, and I find myself needing to come. I need it so bad that a sense of shame washes over me.

I should hate this man. And I did, in the beginning. That is until I got to know him, until I realized that he wasn’t anything like I thought he was. He’s a different kind of monster.

“Yes? Tell me, and I might let you come.”

“I…I want you to know…” I groan in pants that I can’t even control. His fingers start to slow. “That they told me things about you that I know aren’t true. They told me you were the one who ran the people smuggling, that you hired underaged girls…”

He falters his ministrations for a moment at my confession. Then, his other hand pulls my dress up to my chin, as if he’s annoyed, he rips the top of my dress wide open. I feel his mouth on my nipple as he sucks hard. I feel it down to my toes as I fight off my impending orgasm.

I try to gain more friction by moving my hips, but he stills as soon as I do.

“I won’t let you,” he whispers as I groan in frustration. “And I can do this all night, my sweet, sweetCarina.So, behave, or you will never leave this room.”

I swallow hard, annoyed at the hold he has over me and even more annoyed at myself for being so aroused by him, given the fact he has neither confirmed nor denied he may kill me.

An eye for an eye, right?

“It was easier to hate you in the beginning,” I go on. A few moments later, his fingers begin rubbing me again. “Even though I acted differently. I thought you were a mindless, murderous barbarian, nothing more. And that suited me because all I wanted was to get close to you so I could get my sister back. Then they said I had to take things further…”

“Sleep with me?”

“Yes, and find things out about you, which I didn’t do much of, obviously. Let’s face it, you’re kind of hard to keep track of and impossible to pin down.”

I hear him chuckle, his other hand cups my breast as he shifts, and I feel his mouth on me once more. I almost combust, but I manage to hold on while he works his sweet torture.

“Touché’ to the woman pinned down to my bed.”

I open my eyes, and when I glance down, he doesn’t look up at me. His eyes are scrunched closed as I try to make sense of what the hell this fucked up shit is and why I want more of it.

“I’m sorry,” I say. “For what it’s worth. I never meant to actually…care about you.”

“But, you did?” he scoffs. “Was that not part of your master plan,Carina?”

I close my eyes again, his fingers rubbing through my folds as I bite down hard on my bottom lip.

“No,” I admit. “It wasn’t.”

The sensations are too much. I want to lose myself in him so badly that it burns my body like hot embers rushing through my blood.

“How do I know that you’re not just saying all this so I’ll spare you?”

“You don’t,” I whisper as his hand reaches up to my throat and he grasps it.

He moves his face to mine, our eyes locking. His dark, blue irises resemble something between rage, lust, and bitterness.

“You’ll do as I say, nothing more. You will fucking obey me.”

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