Page 49 of Fortress of the King

He grins. “I’m too fucking eager to be inside you again,” he whispers dangerously. “But first, I think it’s only fair I return the favor where oral skills are concerned.”

He must see the trepidation in my eyes as he asks, “What’s wrong?”

I never thought I’d be truly honest with him, but before I can stop, I blurt out, “My ex didn’t like doing that.”

He frowns. “Knew I should’ve slit that fuckers throat when I had the chance.” Something in his tone tells me he’s not joking.

I slide down his body as he sets me down on the soft, plush comforter and spreads my legs wide.

“Lean back on your elbows, I want you to watch me.”

My heart races with excitement as I spread for him.

I made sure I was primed and ready for him long before this moment. The fleeting thought that I am no longer on my own terms flies out the window.

I’m on Angelo Medici’s terms now, and we both know it. What’s more, I can lie to myself all I want, but the devil inside me knows that I’m doing this part readily.

He drops to his knees on the floor beneath me, and that action alone has me biting my lip as I squeeze my core. I need friction. I need him to take the ache away.

His eyes drop to my wet center as he devours me, his hands circling my inner thighs softly.

Never in a million years did I think Angelo would have a soft touch, but he does. It’s sensual and sexy and very unexpected.

His cock hangs heavy between his legs and it looks angry and thick, ready to burst, but he somehow holds off from shoving it in me. I want his mouth on me so bad, but I also want him deep inside me. I need him to make me forget.

He moves his thumbs to part me, and he whispers something in Italian I don’t understand as he bends and swipes his tongue through my folds. I just about leap off the bed as he chuckles.

“Eyes on me,” he says suddenly.

My eyes pop open and he begins again. Licking me, swirling over my clit with the tip of his tongue. It’s been so long that I forgot what the sensation felt like, and it’s fucking amazing. I feel like I’m a puppet dangling on the end of a string,hisstring—a puppet for his amusement.

Guilt floods through me, but I push it down. I’ll deal with the guilt and self-loathing later…

“Angelo,” I gasp. I’m so fucking close.

He latches onto my clit, sucking it into his mouth as I cry out. Then I feel him insert a finger, it slides right in because I’m so fucking wet from need. Hearing my shuddering moan, he laps his tongue harder, faster, as I come undone, crying out his name, as he pushes my knees back to the mattress when I try to close them. He rides me through it as I collapse back on the bed. Seeing his head between my legs and how he’s watching me like that, is too much.

He’stoo much.

This sweet, beautiful, forbidden creature that has me squirming under his touch.

I feel him shift as his hands and mouth leave my body. I sit back up on my elbows and I get to witness him in fine form, standing before me, his hard cock ready to punish me as he rolls on a rubber.

His abs and pecs are like a sculpture, glistening in the dark as he commands all my attention. And he has all of it. My eyes hungrily take all of him in.

He climbs onto the bed between my legs as I scoot backwards, his face predatory, like a lion stalking its prey, and I’m completely beguiled by it, like a deer cornered with nowhere to go.And where would I go?

Settling over the top of me, he plunges his cock into me so deep that I cry out from the intrusion. He moves in and out of me faster than before, mercilessly as he holds his weight off my body, then he shifts to lift my legs up to his shoulders and tilts my hips. He hits me at such a deep angle that I close my eyes as I see stars. As my orgasm begins to build, it feels like my insides may explode.

I cry out, my orgasm dragging on and on as he milks me.

“That’s it, baby, you scream all you like. Nobody but me can hear you,” he growls.

He sets my legs down and flips us over so he’s on the bottom, and I straddle over his lap. My hair wraps wildly around my face as he holds my hips and immediately impales me on him. I press down on his chest as I ride his cock. His hands reach up to pluck my nipples, pulling at them as I moan, throwing my head back as I grind down on him.

Angelo Medici is a fucking God.

“Touch yourself again,Carina,” he hisses, his dark eyes flicking to mine.

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