Page 118 of Lethal King

“… Right into Leander’s arms?”

My reaction to Leander’s name is stronger than I could have expected. But when I lift a tired arm to strike Rian with, he easily pins it back down to the floor.

“Fuck that asshole,” I curse.

“No,” Rian shakes his head. “I’m the only one you’re allowed to fuck.”

His hand pulls out of my pussy, and a cold empty gust rushes between my legs. This time, when I lift my one free arm, it’s not to strike the bleeding lion. It’s to grab onto him, so I can pull him back onto me.

But I don’t have Rian’s trust, and he quickly pins my bicep down with his knee. Then comes his other knee. It falls over my other bicep.

The giant beast straddles me, staring down from his throne over my heaving chest. The pressure of his powerful body sitting on my tiny body nearly makes me shatter.

But I force myself to look up into those ocean blue eyes.

“What? Do you want me to beg for it?” I spit.

He only smirks down at me. Those dimples deepen, and my stupid heart stirs.

“You mean more than you already have?”

“Stop fucking teasing me,” I demand.

With all of my remaining strength, I push my ass off the ground. Somehow, I manage to gather enough momentum to wrap my ankles around Rian’s bleeding throat from behind.

Reaching up, he grabs my feet. But he doesn’t push them away. Instead, he opens up his glistening lips and shoves my toes deep inside his mouth.

A furious heatwave crackles over my skin. A deep gasp gets stuck in my throat. I cum. Hard.

His tongue swirls around each and every one of my toes as he slurps me down. My body shakes and shivers. I’m contorted like the fucking handle of an umbrella. Stretched thin. But I’ve never been more consumed by pleasure.

Then the massive bulge in his grey sweatpants shifts, and that big cock falls onto the tip of my chin.

I can’t help but open my lips and take a gentle bite down on his bulbous head. Even through the thick material covering it, I can taste the fleshy thickness.

“Take off your pants,” I command, my voice broken and filled with a shaky desire.

Finally, Rian pushes my feet away from his face, and my ass comes tumbling back down to earth.

“Whatever you say, kitten,” he growls.

His knees slide down from atop my arms, only to be replaced by his feet. I don’t complain, because when he stands upright, those stained grey sweatpants quickly drop down from around his waist.

They fall onto my face, and I’m temporarily blinded, but I don’t mind that either. Rian’s musky scent is stronger than ever before, and it seeps deep into my nostrils as I feel his underwear drop down onto my face as well.

Then, it’s his shirt.

My racing heart starts to pound as I realize I’ve never seen him completely shirtless before. My back arches and my ass lifts into the air.

Rian rips his pants from my face. When I look up, all I see is him.

There is no room. No cage. No white walls or windows.

Just a beast of a man, naked and bulging with muscles. His dark tattoos are stained with blood. His giant cock swells out from his thick and sculpted thighs, eclipsing his face.

My hips thrust up towards him. My cunt leaks like a fucking fountain. My nipples are rock hard.

“Do it,” I whisper. “Fuck me!”