Page 184 of Lethal King

His fingers dig into my red ass cheeks, spreading me apart as he pushes deeper into my stretched-out hole.

“Does it hurt?” he asks.

“No,” I stubbornly insist.

“Good.”

Making me regret my words, Rian starts to treat my ass like his personal pussy. Hell, he might as well set me on fire.

At first, the flames sting so hard I start to squirm, but then Rian reaches around and grabs my throat, pulling me back until his tongue slips into my ear again.

“You might not belong to anyone, angel,” Rian whispers, his hips slamming into my raw ass as he rips me apart from behind. “But that doesn’t mean I’ll ever stop conquering your tight little holes.”

The shattered pressure in my core returns, just so it can erupt again. It hardly lasts a handful of shallow breaths before it’s smashed open again.

“I’m coming,” I rasp.

A spasm-inducing orgasm tears through every last inch of my ravaged body as Rian’s cock swells even bigger.

“Me first,” he growls.

His grip tightens around my throat. His teeth close in around my earlobe.

“Fuck!”

When Rian explodes into my ass, my entire body begins to spam. I’ve lost complete control. There’s no room in me for anything but more of him.

Luckily, he fills me up to the fucking brim.

Thick globs of hot steamy cum burst from his cock. It doesn’t take long before I start to leak. I can feel his seed dripping from my outstretched hole, down the inside of my thighs.

“That’s how you end a date,” Rian huffs. Slowly, his dripping cock slips out of my outstretched hole.

I feel empty. Yet so fucking satisfied.

“I guess that wasn’t so bad,” I hear myself mumble.

Reaching down through the darkness, I feel for my panties. But before I can find what’s left of them, I feel something else.

My gun.

I pick it up, and a momentary heaviness fills the air. It wasn’t too long ago that I would have taken this opportunity to end Rian Kilpatrick forever.

But now?

I don’t even entertain the thought. Finding my holster, I slip it back up my trembling thigh and sheath my weapon.

Whatever tonight was, it’s not the end. Fuck. It feels more like the beginning. Of what? I’m not—

Before I can finish that thought, a heavy knock comes at the door.

Then another.

It echoes through the darkness like a pounding heart.

“Sir! Sir! Are you in there?”

Even through the thick wall, I can hear the panic in the voice.