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She stared at me, knowing I spoke the truth by the way she looked at me, her eyes wide, her need clear. “Say it.” She was silent. “Say it, Willow.”
“I’ll be owned by the king.”
Chapter 6
Willow
“I want you lying in the center of the bed and naked for me. I want you spread for me, showing your king exactly who owns this body … who owns you,” Victor said with a commanding voice. I was standing by the door, my hands flat on it, my body on fire. “Now strip for me. Fully.”
I didn’t bother trying to fight this, not just because I didn’t want to, but because Victor was ruthless when he wanted something, and what he wanted was me.
I had sweat dotting the valley between my breasts and was so aroused I was shaking with nervousness and anticipation.
He was still fully dressed, which only made me feel even more exposed. He was just so big, at least a foot taller than my own five-foot-four frame. Being in the king’s presence was intimating, but knowing I was now married to this imposing beast of a man had other feelings consuming me.
I started to breathe harder the longer I stared at him. He met my gaze with a dark, penetrating one. The lights were dimmed in the room, but I could see him well, could see every part of him. He proceeded to remove his clothing, his ornately tailored outfit from our wedding coming off in pieces to reveal his large, muscular body.
He started taking off more of his clothing, all the while never taking his focus off of me. He went for his slacks next, unbuttoning them, pushing the zipper down, but he didn’t take them off right away. I was transfixed at watching him undress, getting more turned on by the second.
“I want that sweet ass and pussy of yours, Willow.” He growled out the words. Shivers wracked my body at the sound.
He took off his crown and set it on the dresser beside him. Then he reached behind him, over his head, and took his undershirt off that way. It was so damn sexy the way he removed the material and tossed it aside. And then the chest that was revealed had my pussy clenching, my body readying itself for Victor. His arms were huge, rippling with muscles, and his upper chest was defined. His abdomen was hard, his six-pack on clear display. And the monster between his thighs was hard and pointed right at me.
All of that was wrapped up in hard, golden skin.
“You like looking at me?”
I nodded, not even about to deny or hide it. All I could focus on was his big cock jutting out at me. He moved closer to me, and I felt my heart start to pound faster, felt the perspiration on my body become more pronounced as the anticipation filled me.
“Get on the bed and turn around and let me see that ass,” he ordered.
A shiver raced up my spine. I did as he said, and when I was on my belly I looked over my shoulder. Victor was on me in the next second, running his tongue up the length of my spine, having me bow my back … having me on the precipice of begging for him to fill me with his huge cock.
God, I felt so drunk right now despite the only glass of wine I’d had at dinner. I should have had more, but with a court full of guests watching us, judging me no doubt, I’d tried to be the prim and proper queen I now was.
Everything in me was heightened: sight, smell, hearing, and even touch. The sheets beneath me felt rough against my overly sensitive flesh.
He moved back and cool air moved along my body.
“Look at this ass,” he said, but it was uttered low, so softly that it was as if he spoke to himself. And before I could even contemplate what he planned on doing, he brought his big palm down on one fleshy globe. A cry of pleasure and pain left me, heat rushing to my bottom, right under my skin. Tears filled my eyes, but as that pain started to fade and warmth took its place, I felt a tingling pleasure fill me.
He brought his hand down on my ass again, not as hard as the first time, but still with enough force it had a sound leaving me. He spanked me over and over again and I was forced to curl my hands into the sheets and hold on. That’s all I could do as he had his way with me.
He didn’t speak as he stood behind me, spanking me until I was biting my bottom lip hard enough I tasted blood. He made small grunting noises behind me as if he were having a hard time controlling himself.
