Page 10 of Hostile King

I’m seconds away from giving in to the demands of a disturbed soul. My ribs tighten until they almost puncture the lungs fighting to move within their bony cage.

“We’re not done until I’ve stuffed your pretty pussy with my dick, and it leaks my cum,” I bark into her face. “I need this…more than ever.” With a quick jump, my other hand sweeps her thigh and grips one side of the split in her dress. “I needyou.” I admit, tearing the material to get better access to her.

“Tomás…” She grabs the hand cupping her chin. “Tell me the truth. Tell me I wasn’t a decoy. Tell me some of it was real.” Her whimper sets my heart on fire.

I can’t control it any longer. I’m powerless to fight it off. My hand dives to her bare ass cheeks and my lips crash over her sweet tasting mouth. She mewls, falling victim to the punishing kiss.

“Answer me,” she breathes into my mouth. Trapping her against the wall, I grab a fistful of material and tug. “Stop it! This is your mother’s dress.”

“I don’t give a fuck. The dress is hers, but what’s underneath it is mine.”

The obsession to feel her hot skin next to mine is all I can think of. Not the feel of her silky flesh when she’s defenseless and asleep next to me, or the crazy way she makes me feel when she challenges my authority, or even the softness of her pretty mouth when I’m simply kissing it.

None of those important moments break through the mania, only fucking, touching, owning, and coming inside her.

“You agreed to this,” I snarl. “This is why you're here. To let me fuck you when I’m falling apart.”

A barbaric grunt escapes the back of my throat when I tear at the dress, yanking harder to destroy the very thing keeping us apart. When she’s naked, I rip open my shirt, scattering buttons and unbuckling my belt.

In a blur my trousers are puddled at my feet and my hand is choking my dick to give me some sort of relief. Running my hand up and down, I step out of the shackles trapping my ankles and stare into those fiery eyes of hers.

Rather than surrender, she tries to scamper away, and I drop my unsatisfied dick. I seize her wrists and get off on the fluttering, bold pulse under my grip. Overpowering her only makes me hornier.

A hand skates to the apex of her clenched thighs. I kick her legs apart before shoving my hand there. She tries to pretend she doesn’t want me, but her pussy gets wetter and her tiny fists weaken.

Our gazes lock in the dead air. A moment where I recognize her desire to be controlled by me. Gentle hands cup my grimy cheeks, and her sweet voice penetrates the whirlwind of black mist.

“Was any of it real?” She persists.

Her nudity presses against mine, and the tips of her hair whisper over my flexed muscles. I shove my hands under her armpits, heave her upwards, and drop her bare ass on top of the granite slab covering Papa’s cement box. She winces from the cold, her skin visibly reacting with goosebumps.

“It was real,” I grit out through clenched teeth, staring her in the eyes. “Every torturous second of it.”

Placing a hand to her solar plexus, I push her backward and she willingly falls. Desire coats her inner thighs, glistening and ready for my brutal consumption. I climb onto the platform to join her, my cock painfully heavy, my balls ready to combust.

Urgency reduces the capacity for foreplay. The need to be inside her is my only driving force. With her flat on her back, I hitch her legs high and thrust in deep.

When she screams, it echoes off the four walls designed to contain the Souza family tree. I fill her so deeply; it makes my heart pound with ecstasy. For some unknown reason, this madness is only tolerable when I’m connected to her…when I’m with her.

I’ve only ever fucked women. The concept of making love had never entered my mind. In the beginning I’d fucked her, because my curiosity outweighed the consequences. This brutal attack isn’t love.

It’s a vicious addiction I can’t live without.

I know exactly who I am. A broken man running from demons. I’m hard to fucking handle, but somehow, she’s the only one who can do it.

Her pupils blaze fire and gold, the flames of her desire more potent than narcotics.

My knees bruise on the shiny surface as my hand reaches for her throat. Each uncivilized thrust makes us grunt like wild animals, the noise amplifying to raise the dead.

Thrust after thrust, I fuck her harder than the thrust before. Every time I spear her tight pussy, my chest echoes with savage growls. I don’t recognize myself in this moment. How I’m devouring her—biting her tits, her shoulders, her neck.

Filling her full of my dick with every punishing piston of my hips. My weight pins her to the stone as the sacrifice to save my soul.

While I’m barely holding back my release, she suffers her own full body decimation. Her screams match the violence of her jerking body, giving me permission to hunt my own.

There’s no way she can escape from the chokehold I have around her throat now, not even when her eyes roll back, and she gasps for air.

Her hands fly to my shoulders, scraping and punching as the disorder within me shifts up a gear. I’m too engrossed to pay attention. Too hungry for the wetness sucking me in every time I pull out. And that she is.

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