Page 119 of Lethal King

Rian huffs like the alpha lion he is.

Then, he turns around. His powerful ass and chiseled back flex as he bends over and grabs my ankles again.

My shoulder blades furl and unfurl as I’m twisted into a pretzel. By the time Rian turns back around, my feet are at my ears, and my leaking cunt is stuck up in the air, presented to him on a fucking platter.

“How much do you think you can take?” he asks, his deep voice getting deeper.

Those ocean blue eyes wash over me like a stormy sea.

“All of it.”

“Don’t shatter on me, kitten.”

A primal snarl twists Rian’s gorgeous face as he places a bloody thumb at the base of his swollen shaft, tipping down his hard cock so it’s aimed directly at my pussy.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” I croak.

“No,” Rian says, shaking his head. “I’ll tell you exactly what to do.” With that, he squats down and impales me with his giant cock. “Take it. Take every last inch of me. Take it, baby girl.”

He doesn’t wait for my response, and I don’t get a chance to give one.

Like the animal he is, he starts to fuck me without mercy. The cheeks on my upturned ass quickly turn raw against his savage power. He pounds down with a flurry of furious thrusts, threatening to snap my spine in two.

But I do as he says.

I take it.

Gritting my teeth, I feel the intense pressure in my core grow to an overwhelming level.

Before I can burst, though, my newly freed arms lift off the ground. It’s pure instinct, because my mind is completely empty, but I don’t even try to stop myself.

Open palm and all, I slap Rian against the face. First, my hand smacks against his right cheek. Then, his left.

He grunts in response, but that’s all he does. There’s no slowing down. No dirty talk. Just outrageous desire.

His cocks digs so deep into my pussy that it feels like it could pop out of my throat. It’s hard to breathe. And even harder to imagine that this is the man I just tried to kill.

Fuck. Just a few minutes ago, we nearly ended each other forever. Now, a new life is taking hold of me, and it’s thriving up from somewhere deep inside my cunt.

It’s rapturous. And the hate in each of Rian’s thrusts sends a searing shockwave rippling through my body.

“I’m going to fucking cum, kitten,” he growls.

I slap him again.

“Don’t you dare,” I threaten.

But Rian just repeats his claim.

“I’m going to fucking cum.”

I go to slap him again, but this time he catches me by the wrist.

“You can’t stop me, Roz.”

My hand is slammed against the ground as a deafening roar escapes Rian’s lips. His neck bends upwards, revealing the cut on his throat, and the red burn mark around his bulging Adam’s apple.

The sight only brings me closer to the edge.