Page 153 of The Book of Kings


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I was in need of a distraction to bring me back to what I was initially aiming for — only physical needs. Ineededsomething raw, primordial and that determined my hands to raise the base of her dress until the joining point of our union was let out on sight.

Ineededthat and only that — the natural desire that wasn’t setting us apart from animals.

Or maybe I just craved to watch her with eyes wide open moving against me to convince myself that someone like her could be real.

I rushed to shake my head, dismissing the thought and pushing down the top part of her dress until the two appetizing forms I enjoyed so much were left on full display.

Yes, she was stillwearingher dress. But she was naked in front of me. And man, did it feel fucking amazing!

My wound was still torturing me from the slow grindings, but my dick didn’t seem too bothered, impatiently asking for more. That exact turmoil made me lift her hands that were clinging to the sheets and place them above my shoulders.

The movement made her tremble, afraid that she could hurt me. But I was above pain at that moment and her actually giving a fuck was having an untold effect on me.

‘Relax,’ I breathed, moving my fingers to roam her clit and help her do just that — relax.

She was moving again, led by the instincts of her body taking me deeper with every sway of her hips.

A storm was building inside me. Molten at first, but rapidly increasing to the intensity of a hurricane. And she was following my lead as the rhythm in which she was arching into me was growing its sensuality, as if trying to silently seduce me.

Couldn’t have that. I knew just the words to say to degrade her right back to what she was. ‘Good girl,’ I uttered with a sick intention to hurt her.

And I was succeeding. ‘Can you please stop calling me that!?’

‘Why, Bea? Do you think you’re special? Aiming to be the queen of my heart or something?’ I said in the last attempt to convince myself that I was indeed telling the truth.

And I acted upon those words like they were my fucking law.

She doesn’t matter!

She’s just an object!

I was imposing the thought as my hands cuffed her waist and slammed her against me. I had to be in control, even if it would kill me.

I repeated, crashing into her so hard that I thought the bullet was entering my body once again. At least my dick was in heaven, trying to survive the pain and feasting on it at the same time.

‘Brax, cut it out, you’re going to hurt yourself,’ I could hear Bea complain as I was ramming into her like there would be no tomorrow.

Sometimes I need to break things to release my anger. Maybe I just needed to break her in waves of ecstasy. Or perhaps I was even breaking myself, trying to live somewhere between pleasure and excruciating pain.

Whatever the correct option could have been, I was succeeding to dismantle thrust by thrust any connection we might have shared. I felt her slipping away even if her body was still there to please me.

It was like her mind trailed to another place, and in a way, I envied her. I wanted to have that kind of detachment. Or maybe it was just pure hate.

It didn’t matter. I was building our release, using her like I planned from the beginning.

And my body didn’t betray me any longer. As soon as I felt her spasm on top of me, I came so violently that the effort almost knocked me down.

I let her slide on the bed next to me, grinding my teeth not to scream my pain. But at least I was satisfied, or just mad, who knows. I couldn’t really decide as I was fighting to keep consciousness. It was the match of the century. The tingles still running through my crotch were living proof of that.

Suddenly, I sensed Bea jumping out of the bed.

‘Where do you keep the medical kit?’ she quivered, going straight to the bathroom.

‘Second drawer on the left.’ I spoke, looking at the bandage that ran across my body.

Fuck, it was red... In fact, so red that I had managed to stain even the sheets beneath me. ‘Give me the bandages. I’ll do it.’ I tried to keep my calm but the pain was barely allowing me to speak.

‘I can handle it,’ Bea decided to play fucking nurse and if I was feeling a little better I would have played the patient once again. But the thing was, I could well be the real patient with all the blood soaking the bandage.

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