Page 102 of Tyrant (The Villetti Chronicles)

“Good girl,” he murmured, his breath fanning across my face. “You’re such a good girl for taking them. So fucking brave and strong.”

I felt it in those moments. So I kissed him, pushing my tongue into his mouth to own him the way he was owning me. Rocking back and forth on him for the much needed friction. Taking my pleasure and pain from the deadly mafia prince who had become my world. He was king in my heart and soul.

He tugged his fingers from me without warning, wrapping his hand around my hip instead as he thrust up inside me. His other hand cupped the back of my neck, anchoring me to him as he kept fucking me. I let him take control. Allowed him to set the pace. I would always crave his control over me.

“That’s it, going to fuck you until you make me come, Tink. Do you want that? Want me to take my pleasure from you? Use you like my little slut after you took all my fingers?”

“Yes,” I panted.

“Such a needy little fairy, desperate to be daddy’s slut.”

I moaned, holding onto the man for dear life as I kept stroking myself.

“Oh god, fuck, Zayn!”

He took my bottom lip between his teeth, biting down hard. I was thrown off the cliff’s edge without warning. Apparently, all I needed was for him to push me beyond my limits and I was putty in his hands. I cried out, shaking with the sensations rushing up my spine and making me boneless. Zayn kissed his way down my jaw before nuzzling my neck. His cock kept punishing my pussy with harsh strokes. His grip on my hip kept me in place. Allowed him to ravage my body without resistance. As if I even wanted to say no or stop.

“Good girl, coming so sweetly for daddy after he stretched your little pussy so wide.”

I swear if anyone else heard the things this man said to me, they would be blushing as hard as I am.

“Zayn,” I whimpered, pulling my hand from my clit and pressing it to his chest instead. There were too many feelings inside me, desperate to come out. The intense orgasm had burst through the door and now I couldn’t control them.

“What is it, Tinkerbell?” he whispered, slowing his thrusts down but not stopping.

“Are you still mine?”

His brow furrowed slightly.

“Of course I am.”

“Good… because… because I love you and I don’t think I can live without you.”

He brought his hand from the back of my neck to the front, gripping my jaw as he stared at me.

“I’m not going anywhere. We may have to be apart right now, but I’m here, Ari. I’mhere. I’m yours. I can’t live without you either. This isn’t one-sided. I. Am. Yours.”

I nodded, hating how I needed the reassurance from him. And when he kissed me, I melted against him, pushing away the need to berate myself. Zayn understood why I was scared. I had every reason to be, no matter how much I trusted him. The fear of his father keeping us apart was very real.

We didn’t talk anymore. I dug my fingers into his hair, kissing him back as he started to fuck me again. I moved with him, driving him closer to the edge. I could feel his body tense up with his need to come. And I was right there, clenching around him, encouraging him to claim me all over again.

“Ari,” he groaned into my mouth. “Fuck.”

I only kissed him harder, my fingers pressing into his scalp. His hand around my neck tightened until I could hardly breathe. Then he erupted, pulling his head back and closing his eyes. His muscles in his neck strained as he gritted his teeth. I watched him fall apart in front of me. The vulnerability he exhibited in those moments. Almost as if this was his way of showing me what I meant to him. Allowing me to have access to him in the way he always did me.

As his breathing evened out, I rested my head on his shoulder, staring up at his jaw as I stroked it with my fingers. He let go of my neck to wrap his arms around me, circling them loosely around my waist. Contentment and a feeling of being home washed over me.

“Am I your fairy queen now I’ve made you come?” I whispered.

He chuckled.

“You have always been my fairy, Ari, but you became queen the moment you walked into my office, covered in your uncle’s blood. That’s when I saw you as a grown woman who wasn’t afraid to make a deal with a man she shouldn’t have ever trusted to save her own skin. The one woman I couldn’t have, even though I wanted her.”

“You told me you didn’t want to have sex with me.”

His chest rumbled as he laughed harder.

“I lied.”

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