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My stomach swooped, today’s failure instantly forgotten.

Chapter 21

Rixon

Rixon hated the expressions Mina had worn all throughout dinner. He’d heard the whispers. He’d seen each little flinch, the flexing of her jaw as she tried to ignore everyone’s words. Their suspicious, even accusing gazes. All he wanted was to distract her from what she was feeling.

He took hold of her hips, pressing her against his erection, grinding her against him. “I’ve been imagining your skirts all evening, hiked up around your waist, your pretty pink cunt on display just for me.”

“Don’t you mean your pretty pink cunt?” she taunted, her eyes darkening.

A low laugh rumbled his chest. “That’s right. It is mine, isn’t it?”

“All yours,” she breathed.

That thought had his balls tightening. While he’d struggled with control issues, having Mina’s submission, knowing she was willing to give herself completely, had made a difference. He felt safer, more assured.

He should have been stressing over today’s failure, over the fact that there was still someone out there who wanted him dead. Instead, all he could do was revel in the feel of his lady witch beneath his palms. The feel of her soft flesh beneath silken fabric as he squeezed.

He walked her towards the nearby dining table, stopping when her ass met the edge. “Here is what’s going to happen, little witch. I’m going to bend you over this table and hike your skirts up around your waist, just like I promised. Then I’m going to spank you⁠—”

“But I’ve been a good girl!”

He slid his fingers into her hair and gave a painful tug, silencing her. “—until you are dripping down your thighs. Then I’ll lick you clean. After that, I’m going to feed your cunt my cock, let it swallow me whole. I want you screaming my name by the end, loud enough that the entire palace hears. Loud enough that there is no question—you will be my queen.”

Her breaths came faster, chest rising and falling in rapid bursts. He glanced down, salivating at the sight of her breasts pressed firm against the fabric of her bodice. Like they were pressing for his attention. But of course they were. His little temptress was put into this world to drive him mad.

Growling, he spun her around, pressing her chest flush to the tabletop, and did exactly as he promised. When her bare sex was exposed, he couldn’t help but take a step back to admire the sight, her pink lips and swollen bud desperate for his attention. “Fuck. The sight of you makes me undone.”

His cock gave a painful throb. He wanted to free it, but not yet. Instead, he stroked himself over the fabric of his pants and groaned.

Her bare ass was a beautiful shade of red as he spanked her, counting each strike of his palm. Twenty, for protesting his decision to announce their betrothal tonight. These days, he looked for every little reason to punish her like this—but only because he loved it, and she loved it more.

Her cunt was gushing by the time he finished, arousal trailing rivulets down her thighs. He ran his fingers through it, smearing it around, getting her bud nice and slick. She groaned, hips bucking.

With shaking fingers, he shed his tunic and pants, then fell to his knees behind her. “Now it’s time to worship this cunt,” he breathed, burying his nose in the scent of her. “My future queen.”

She whimpered at the feel of his tongue as he began lapping at her. When he’d licked her thighs clean, he devoured her cunt, eating her like the depraved male that he was.

She came twice before he finally stood.

Then he fed her his cock, as promised. Watching her cunt swallow him up nearly had him exploding on contact. He groaned, trying to force himself under control. He wasn’t going to last long, and he needed her to follow him just as quickly. Needed to feel her milking every drop of his seed.

Slipping out to the head, and plunging back in, he growled with pleasure. This—this was what he lived for. The feel of his lady witch wrapped around him. He arched his back, grabbing hold of her red ass cheeks and pressing them apart, devouring the sight of her puckered hole. His hips continued to slam in and out of her, the sound of flesh against flesh filling the room.

Her cries were near constant now, morphed from the darkness in her. “Rixon,” she pleaded. “I…I need to come again.”

He loved having such a powerful being under his control. It fed him exactly what he needed.

“I know, little demon.” He swirled his thumb around the mess of wetness, relishing in the feel of his cock sliding in and out of her, then pressed the tip of it into her tight hole. She jerked and moaned against the intrusion, the sound pleasure-drenched.

Pressing his thumb all the way in, fingers spanning her back, he used the position of his hand as leverage to fuck her harder. Her garbled screams were certainly loud enough for the entire place as she cried his name and spasmed around him.

“Fuck,” he cried, feeling everything tighten. The tight channel gripping his thumb, the walls of her cunt as they fluttered. She was completely full of him.

The thought had his seed sizzling up the length of his cock before spilling free of him. He pressed into her, grinding his hips to ensure she took all of him.

Rixon pounded his fist against Herrin’s door. “Herrin,” he called. “I know you’re in there.”