Page 182 of Lethal King

I’m too aroused not to do exactly as he says.

“That’s my good girl.”

With his dimples deepening, and his giant mushroom head pressing hard against my clit, he paints my lips with his me-covered fingers.

When he gets to my tongue, I start to lick. His cock twitches against my cunt.

“Fuck me,” I quietly beg him, gagging on his fingers.

“That’s for dessert,” he teases. Still, he closes his eyes and takes a deep, gravelly breath when I close my lips around his fingers and suck.

“I want my dessert now,” I insist, spitting him out.

But Rian isn’t hurried. Parting his lips, he taunts himself with his me-flavored fingers, holding them just inches from his face.

Finally, he slips them into his mouth.

“Delicious,” he sighs, sucking my juices from his flesh. “All three courses.”

“Will you put me on the menu?” I huff sarcastically. I’m tired of existing without his cock in my pussy.

He needs to start fucking me. Now.

“No,” Rian sneers. “You are mine, and mine only. Understand?”

I can smell my own scent and feel the wetness he drew from me as his fingers close around my tender throat. The mark he’s left behind burns hotter than ever.

“You’re going to have to prove you deserve me,” I snarl back, lifting my chin at him.

“Gladly.”

With that, Rian impales me with his cock.

He’s so big that every last bit of air is pushed out of my lungs. The gust escapes my throat in a high-pitched wail. My nails dig back in around his back.

The pressure in my core balloons.

“Is that all you’ve got?” I ask, my words shaking as Rian slides back out of me.

“You’re going to regret asking me that, angel.”

“Make me regret ever meeting you,” I croak.

This time, Rian doesn’t reply. Not with words.

Instead, he pounds his girthy cock so deep into my cunt, I can feel my organs shift. Then, he does it again. And again. And again…

By his fourth thrust, I’ve lost my mind. All I can do is hold on for dear life as he pounds me into oblivion.

“I want you to cum all over my cock, angel,” Rian growls, his voice shivering from the effort.

“Make me,” I hiss back.

Somehow, Rian picks up speed. His powerful hips jackhammer me without mercy. The darkness turns white-hot.

There’s so much hate sizzling in the air between us. So much loathsome energy clapping against my begging stomach. It’s intoxicating.

But it’s not the same kind of hate as before.