Page 11 of Hostile King

Wet.

For me.

Her arousal coats my dick like silk. Pure fucking liquid addiction.

“Tomás…” Her whimpered begging storms through me with a monstrous need, hitting my entire body with a spurting climax.

When my heart-stopping, blinding orgasm finally eases, my grip does too. The demonic smog I was consumed by evaporates and all I see are frantic wide eyes. Carina coughs and wheezes, rubbing the crimson bruising I’d left on her windpipe. The marks of a man who’d lost control.

Fuck, I could’ve fucking strangled her.

It’s not my enemies I need to worry about, it’s me.

I had broken her trust.

Took it too far.

I almost killed her.

My father’s taunting laugh plagues my conscience all the way from the flaming underworld he resides in. It sticks to my veins as toxic acid and charges through me with shame.

We’re both panting, sucking in the same oxygen when my forehead drops to hers, my voice gravelly. “I’m so sorry.”

I squeeze my eyes shut briefly as regret, guilt, and eternal damnation powders the aftermath of this ungodly fuck with unforgivable ashes. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

My fingertips trace the delicate flesh I’ve bitten and bruised while she just lies there beneath me perfectly accepting of my deplorable deeds.

She doesn’t flinch or scramble away from the beast who mauled her. Instead, she swallows a few times and blinks up at me.

“It’s okay. I understand…” she whispers, her voice hoarse and laden with the same clusterfuck of confusion that’s needling me.

She might understand, but I’m even more lost than ever. It was never my intention to hurt her like this. However, I try to disguise it—the addiction, the compulsion, the desire—it’s more than that now. An inner flurry of realization washes over me in a disarming wave. I feel it in my frozen bones, my tingly flesh, and every flexed muscle braced for the worst possible outcome.

I’m cursed.

Finally pulling my dick out of her, I watch the creaminess of my cum seeping out of her raw pussy. I’ve found Heaven in the most unforgivable way.

She covers her mouth with shaky fingertips, her eyes glistening. Not with tears, but with the same complex gaze of adoration she’s always given me. It crushes me harder than any emotion I’ve ever experienced, because I know something she doesn’t. I have unusual feelings for her.

It’s a wicked atrocity how fate brought us together when happiness would never be ours. Together, we’d be responsible for mass destruction. Separately, she’d live a beautiful life without fear.

After brutally ravaging her, I may as well crawl into the vacant hole above my name plate and let death swallow me whole. I’m a sick bastard, damaged beyond repair, and undeserving of her trust.

I just fucked Carina, because I needed her more than my lungs needed air.

I, Tomás Souza, kingpin of the most powerful cartel in the world,neededthis breath-taking woman.

No one else. Just her.

My Queen.

The ruler of my cold heart.

And I nearly fucking killed her.

The only thing I can do to make it right…is remove her from my life forever to keep her safe.

Love is death.

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