Page 88 of Sovereign

She lashes out and I catch her wrist, flipping her onto her belly. Her ass lifts, begging for me even as she writhes under my hand. I gather her breathtaking hair in my fist, a river of soft red, and pin her to the floor with it.

Then, my other hand braced beside her head, I sink back into her cunt. Filling her until she gives a quiet sob and gives up.

“That’s a good girl,” I praise.

She’s loose now. Her body goes limp and soft beneath mine. Instead of hissing like a cat, she’s moaning as I fuck into her sweet pussy. All her fight is gone, and her acceptance drives my desire to new heights.

I slam into her hips and her ass shakes beautifully. Her head falls back and as I thrust in hard, I bend and kiss her forehead. Breathing in the pomegranate scent of her hair. Intoxicated, I rut my hips against her ass and find that sweet place where her throat connects to her shoulder with my mouth.

She gasps as I bite down. Her skin is so fucking soft.

Her nails scrape the floor. Her body shakes under me.

Then she comes again and I feel the wetness against our bodies and the kitchen floor. She gives a harsh sob and starts fighting again. Arching her back and lashing out with her claws. Unperturbed, I grip her wrist and pin it down, subduing her rage.

She doesn’t know what she needs. She’s just fighting blindly because she’s never been safe until now.

My hips stutter and I know I can’t hold back for long. The scent of her hair fills my nose, the taste of her skin between my teeth, and the hot pulse of her pussy are too much.

I fall over her, hips bucking as I empty myself. My hand grips her around the throat, forcing her back up against my chest. My hips ride out the final pulses of my orgasm against her cervix. My mouth hovers just over her ear. I can feel her lungs flutter in her chest.

“Is this what you want, you pretty whore?” I whisper through my teeth. “You want to be forced like this? On your knees on the kitchen floor?”

She twists, but I have her firmly in my grip. Holding her down like an animal in a trap.

“Answer me,” I press, kissing down the side of her neck.

“Fuck you, Sovereign,” she hiccups.

“Why?” I urge.

She sobs, her whole body shaking. “Because…because you are a monster. And I’m…I’m falling for you.”

My entire body goes numb. Like I’ve been hit with a bolt of lightning. I’d dreamed of those words in my unconscious mind. But I’ve only ever hoped to hear her speak them. I pull from her and flip her onto her back.

She’s flushed and her big eyes are stained with tears. She bit her lip and there’s a spot of blood.

I bend in and kiss it. Licking the crimson from her skin.

“Fall for me, redbird,” I breathe. “I’ll catch you.”

She shakes her head hard from side to side. High from desire, weak with emotion, and still limp from the aftershocks of her pleasure.

“You are…not a good man,” she whispers.

“So what?” I brush a strand of hair from her forehead.

“I thought you were giving me a choice with the contract. You never gave me a choice.” Her fingers curl into her open palms. She has my blood under her nails.

I study her, focusing on a little strand of red hair that’s stuck to her temple with sweat.

She’s right. I never gave her a choice.

I should have, and if my life had gone much differently a long time ago, I would have taken a gentler route. But that’s not who I am anymore.

The problem is, I’m struggling with the moments and memories and people that made me the man I am. I haven’t done that in years. Not since I built a fortress at the top of Sovereign Mountain and locked myself in it.

Then she came, my redbird.

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