Page 68 of Fall Before Her Throne

I caught her around the hips and spun her so she faced the wall. While her forehead pressed against it, I kissed the back of her neck and kicked her legs wider with my foot. My fingers dipped inside the waistband of her leggings, pushing against the tight fabric to get access to her pussy.

“I’m going to replace your entire wardrobe with dresses and burn the fucking rest of it,” I growled. Then I could easily slip inside her whenever I wanted.

She laughed. “Designer only, please.”

“Spoiled princess.”

“Horny asshole.”

“Brat.” I rolled the fabric down her body until it pooled at her ankles. Then I wrapped a hand around her waist and hiked her up for a second so I could use my foot to fling her pants behind me. They landed at the top of the stairs.

“I just took a shower,” she gasped, but there was still no hesitation, no resistance, in her voice.

“You can take another one.”

“Only if you take it with me.”

I groaned, imagining her shower-slick skin sliding against mine. I had almost died from FOMO when she fucked Obi in the shower a few days ago, and our unwanted houseguest had interrupted me. Not anymore. Right now, I was going to enjoy her. Take both our minds off all this shit while we still could.

She whimpered when my fingers finally brushed her clit and trailed downward. A groan tore from my throat when I skimmed through her folds and my fingers came away wet. It took me all of two seconds to have my dick in my hand and pressed against her ass cheeks.

“Ryu, let’s go to my room.”

My chest pressed against her back, and I pulled one of her thighs up, bracing it against the top of mine to give me enough room to bury my fingers in her.

“No. I’m going to fuck you right here against the wall, hanii,” I murmured in her ear before biting the lobe.

She let out a breath. That feral feeling built inside my chest. The need to claim her, mark her, prove that she was mine, and that would never change.

“Ryu—”

“Keep your hands on the wall.”

Her palms flattened against it, and her obedience sent a raging pulse to my cock. My nose skimmed against the clasp of the collar she wore, still tightly secured around her neck. Every time I looked at it, at the sparkling diamond hanging from it, I imagined wrapping her up in my rope and ravishing her until she couldn’t handle it anymore.

I wanted her at my mercy. I wanted her lost, out of her mind, uncontrollable in her desire. I wanted her begging.

“Ryu,” she moaned when I plunged two fingers inside her again while using my thumb to rub against her clit. I just had to get her a bit wetter to take me. “I’m ready. Hurry.”

I smacked her ass, and the sound cracked through the hallway. “You don’t tell me what to do, little vixen. I tell you. Now stay still. You only have permission to move when you’re writhing on my cock.”

“Yes, sir,” she purred.

My heart jolted like lightning, zapping me from the inside out. I bit down on the back of her neck, drawing the most delicious gasp from her lips while I lined up behind her, one hand on her waist and the other holding up her thigh.

“Are you ready?”

She nodded and drove her little ass back against me.

Movement caught the corner of my eye. I pinned Max with my stare, frozen in place at the top of the stairs. His foot nudged her castaway leggings.

I grinned as I thrust into Leona’s perfect pussy, watching as his eyes widened and his cheeks flushed. Leona moaned, tilting her head back against my shoulder. I turned her head so I could take her lips in a kiss filled with heat and tongue.

If Max weren’t here, I’d be falling apart. God, she felt like home.

“Fuck, Ryu,” she whined as I pumped into her. Her pussy strangled me like a vice. I drove into her over and over while Max stood paralyzed, watching as a deep hunger etched itself across his face.

“We have an audience, hanii.” I tilted her head to the side so she could see him. Her pussy clenched against my cock. “Do you like being watched, little vixen? Do you like knowing he can see me fuck you in the hallway?”