Page 47 of Fortress of the King

RAYNE

I don’t knowhow I’m feeling, but too many emotions run through me all at once.

This man who’s many things, a criminal, a mobster, someone who kills for pleasure, for revenge, for whatever the hell he pleases.

He’s the reason I’m in this fucking mess in the first place, and here I am, willingly sleeping with him… or should I say, willingly letting him fuck me. That’s more appropriate for what just happened.

Raw. Carnal. And so very fucking hot.

Instead of recoiling and feeling disgust run through my very being, all I want to do is reach for him. Beg him for more, beg him to do it again. Because even though what I’m feeling is sending me into some sort of tailspin I can’t decipher, I still wantmoreof it.

Here, I feel alive. Here, I feel in control. Here, I feel like a queen, even if it is all make-believe.

His vicious, beautiful, sinful eyes stare down at me.

I know that I’ll never grow tired of seeing him look at me like this. Not ever. No matter what occurs between us.

In the darkened light, his eyes resemble blue sapphires, sharp and strong. They could cut through glass, and they’re cutting me, piece by piece, little by little, and I’m powerless to stop it.

I want to, believe me, I fucking want to, but he’s like a magnet that drags me toward him. And I’d go freely, reveling in this twisted, toxic thing I’ve created. And it ismydoing.

I agreed to this.

That dark place inside me doesn’t care who he is, what he does. There are worse people out there than Angelo Medici. If this makes me a whore and a traitor, then so be it. All rationale left the building when he scorched me with his touch.

“You’re a very beautiful woman, Rayne,” he tells me, his voice gruff. He’s still inside me, and by the look in his eyes, I realize this is just the beginning of our night of debauchery.

I just want him to make me feel. Make me his for tonight.

I stare back at him, unable to form words.

“I want to take you every which way. That tight little pussy is mine, understand?”

My eyes go wide, but I nod.

He snorts. “Not going to fight me?”

I pull myself together and smile coyly. “Do you want me to?”

He kisses me chastely, then lifts off, sliding himself out. He pulls the rubber off right in front of me and ties it in a knot, dropping it into the trash can next to the couch. His dick is still at half-mast and it’s a beast, just like him.

I’m a little sore, but that all goes out the window as I stare at his perfectly chiseled body. He’s like something out of a mythical fantasy.

How can one man look so perfect? So dark and dangerous and deadly all at the same time, while doing it effortlessly.

Perhaps I never stood a chance.

He smirks when he catches me staring. “Like what you see, Rayne?”

I nod. “That was so hot.”

His eyes drop down to my body as I lie there, naked, on display for him.

He smirks again, his eyes dark with desire. “Feeling brave?” he whispers.

My heartrate kicks up about a thousand notches as my brain tries to scramble to what he has going on in his head.

“What did you have in mind?” I reply.

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