Page 53 of Rise of a Kingdom


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His words penetrate my thoughts, and finally the situation starts to make real sense in my muddled mind. My thoughts race and my stomach clenches tightly when I realize what we have done. He destroyed their lives as much as I did. He was the catalyst, and I was the goddamn spark. Together we were an inferno burning their world down to the ground. Unfortunately, in our need for control, we took innocents down with us. I close my eyes, tears sliding down my cheeks at the realization that we together are a destructive force.

“Stella, please say something. I love you, Stella.” For a moment, I wallow in the thoughts and knowledge of how much pain we have caused not only to ourselves but to others. “No baby, none of that shit.” He grabs me around my waist and pulls me forcefully into his lap, a gasp of pain leaving my lips as it jars my shoulder.

“You don’t get to do that, my little viper. You don’t get to wallow in self-pity. There is no such fucking thing for a Stratford. You are my queen, and queens do not fucking bend, they do not break Stella.”

“Jaxon…”

“NO, STELLA!” You are mine. MINE! Do you fucking hear me? I own you as much as you own me. I will not watch you break over some pieces of shit that did not have our strength.” His hold on me tightens painfully; his eyes are rabid and filled with fury. “You will not bow, you will not break, and do you know why, Stella?”

I meet his intense gaze, fire starting to burn from inside of me at his anger. “Why?” The word sounds so small leaving my lips as I drink in his features. Jaxon’s eyes beam brightly at me, molten silver threatening to drown me in their depths as his hand drags up the front of my chest. His fingers ghosting over my collarbone before meeting the front of my neck. They circle the delicate organ, and my breath stalls in my chest as his fingers tighten. Not enough to stop my breath, but enough that I read the warning loud and clear. He is in control right now, and he wants me to let him have his way, to let him exert control over me and my body.

“You, my little viper, will be the reason the Stratford empire survives and flourishes. You will give birth to the next generation of Stratfords that will burn this world down around their feet if it does not bow. Your strength will be our shield, your mind, the reason we prosper, your desire and will, our weapons. You are my mother fucking queen, Stella. I will worship at your feet for all of my living days and even into the afterlife. You are mine.” His fingers tighten as he pushes me back on the bed and falls down to his knees between my parted legs.

“Let me worship at your throne Stella, so you know how much you mean to me.” He doesn’t wait for me to give consent, his other hand ripping the loose hospital gown up around my waist. I’m completely bare underneath and his words have started a raging cyclone inside of me causing my core to heat and weep for him. He skates his thick finger down the middle of my slit and I bite down on my tongue, the taste of copper filling my mouth. A groan leaves my lips, even though I am fighting to silence it.

A quick glance behind him shows me the door to my hospital room isn’t even shut completely. Fuck, anyone could walk in at any moment and find us. Excitement coils in my stomach at being caught with Jaxon’s face shoved up against my pussy.

“You’re soaked, my little viper.” He slips his finger inside my tight hole and rotates it before pulling out and pushing a second one inside of me. A whimper leaves my lips at the sensation and my core tightens around the thick, long digits. The heat of pain in my shoulder makes me grimace, but it’s not enough to have me stopping Jaxon’s actions. I need him to claim me, to make me feel how much he wants me after everything that has happened. To know that my dark soul and tainted hands don’t repulse him, but make him want me more. That my actions call to the sickness and darkness in his soul as much as they do to mine.

His gaze meets mine, and a devious smirk crosses those sinful lips, the ones I crave to taste. “Does my little slut get wet at the thought that any minute someone could walk in here and see me finger fucking her perfect cunt?” He pulls his fingers out of my needy pussy and spreads my moisture across my throbbing pussy lips before rubbing wet circles on my hard bundle of nerves.

He leans forward, his tongue swiping at my clit and causing my hands to clench in his hair. An animalistic growl leaves his lips as he sucks down hard on my nub and grazes it with his teeth, forcing a scream to want to leave my lips that I have to swallow down. His wet tongue slides down my pussy lips until it finds my tight hole, and he slips inside with a groan. Both his hands grab onto my flesh, his fingers harsh and demanding as he spreads my inner thighs wide so he can press into my core. His stubble rubs against my over-sensitized flesh and adds another level of intensity. My hips undulate below him, pushing my pussy further into his face and coating it with my juices.

“Fuck Stella, I want to drown in this pussy.” His nose skims along my pussy lips as he coats it in my scent. “Fucking perfect cunt, so pink and pretty.”

The groan that leaves his lips has heat rising in my core and the hairs on my body standing on end. Shivers rack my body as he slips his fingers back inside of me while pressing his thumb over my puckered hole. He pulls back, his mouth slick with my wetness, and spits on my pussy, the sound making a moan leave my lips. The spit slides down between my pussy lips and into the crack of my ass, where his waiting thumb rubs it across my tight hole.

“I need to fuck all your holes, to have you creaming and filled with cum spilling from inside of you.” His thumb pushes inside of my tight hole and his mouth and fingers return to my pussy. The feeling of fullness causes my breath to stall, goosebumps break across my body as his fingers curl, and reach up, meeting that spot inside me that has me seeing stars. The orgasm tightens all of my limbs, the pain in my shoulder long forgotten as I rub my nipples and pull on them, the hospital gown confining them and rubbing against their sensitive and tight flesh.

My breathing picks up, I’m so close, so very close. “Jaxon…fuck…close.” The moan leaves my lips just as all my body lights with a fire from within, tightening until I can’t breathe and then gushing as I cum all over his face.

He continues to lick me through my orgasm and the aftershocks, his fingers, and thumb still moving in slow strokes inside both of my tight holes. “Look at how pretty you squirt, baby.” He pulls his fingers out of my pussy and his thumb from my puckered hole before replacing it with his tongue, thrusting inside of the tight ring of muscle. My head is thrashing on the linens as I feel the sparks grow inside of me once again. He pulls back and stands, leaning over me, his face in line with mine. His winter storm gray eyes, heavy-lidded and fringed with dark lashes, meet mine, and I can see that he’s losing the battle for control of himself. “Open your mouth, my little whore; taste how delicious you are.” He spits into my mouth, my saltiness and musky taste filling my senses.

“Do you want me to fuck this tight pussy, Stella? Do you crave my big cock filling all your holes?” He leans forward, rubbing his nose down my cheek, along my jaw and down my neck. “Tell me whose queen you are?” Breathless moans escape my lips as my body flails below him. Fuck as much as I want control, nothing ever feels as good as sweet submission to Jaxon. He is the oxygen I breathe and I am the blood that makes his heartbeat. One depends solely on the other.He is mine, and I am his.

“Yours.” My voice is husky as it leaves my lips, and I watch as he pulls back from me, satisfaction in his eyes and a sinister smirk across his lips. I watch, transfixed as he unbuttons his pants, slowly pulls down his zipper and releases his hard cock. The crown is a deep red and engorged with drops of precum slipping from his slit. He rubs his thumb across the slit capturing a creamy drop and rubbing it across my parted lips. He wraps his arms around my waist, lifting me up, cradling my overheated body against his and switches places so that I am now draped across his body. My core connects with his hard cock as he thrusts upwards, his tip meeting my needy clit. His chest rises and falls in an erratic rhythm that meets mine. Both our breaths sounding harsh in the otherwise silent room.

His hands grip my hips, and he moves me forward, my legs straddling either side of his body. Bolts of pleasure rack my body and skate down my spine as I drag my throbbing clit along the length of his hard cock. “Slide that pretty pussy over my hard dick and ride me, my dirty little whore.” The pull of his command and the enthralled look across his face has me lifting and then sliding down his dick slowly, filling my hot, tight hole, one inch at a time. When he’s finally balls deep inside of me, we both release breathless pants. My shoulder aches, but the bite of pain just seems to add to my euphoric state.

“Show me you belong to me, Stella, that you are mine.” I start slowly, building up momentum between us and making sure my clit rubs against the skin of his pelvis. His hand slides up my back and around my body until he squeezes the globe of my breast in his large hand. The pink tinge across his high stubbled cheekbones and the redness of his lips make me bite down hard on my own with how gorgeous he is. He is the sexiest man in the world to me, and I will never not be turned on by the way he looks. He lifts his head and stares down to where we are connected, a groan leaving his lips.

“Look at how pretty your cunt stretches around me.” His hand darts out and slaps the lips of my pussy as I pick up the pace and ride him hard.

I falter in my motion, my body sagging slightly with my thundering breaths leaving my chest, and he takes over, thrusting between my thighs and driving into me in deep, long strokes that have me biting down hard on the inside of my cheek. Jaxon takes full control over my languid body, his fingers tightening on the flesh of my hip with a hint of pain. He makes sure to hit the end of me and ensures that I feel every inch of his long cock as he thrusts in and out of my tight hole. The sensation makes my toes curl and heat swirl through my body. I am so close, so very close and ready to go over that precipice with him.

“No matter how many times I fill this sweet cunt, it will never be enough, Stella.” My pussy starts clenching tightly around him at his words. “That’s it, baby, keep gripping my dick with that perfect pussy. Milk the cum from me, be my good girl, my perfect slutty queen.” His words are my undoing as he picks up speed pounding into me while his grip on my hip ensures I feel every single hard thrust. His other hand leaves my breast and makes its way to the column of my throat, his fingers wrapping around it as he pulls me forward toward him. His full lips meet mine in an earth-shattering kiss, one that has me seeing stars before me.

He deepens the angle of our connection and it hits my g spot hard, causing me to moan loudly and tighten down hard on him as my body gives over to the sweet intense orgasm that erupts across it. He follows me down into euphoria, a moan leaving his lips as his teeth bite down hard along the skin of my neck.

He holds my body flush against his, our hearts thumping against our chests as we try to catch our breaths and come down from that exquisite release. “I love you, Stella Stratford. This heart only beats for you, and it is determined never to let you go. You are mine forever.”

Epilogue Stella

"If you’re going to live, leave a legacy. Make a mark on the world that can’t be erased.” Maya Angelou

Twoyearslater…

I try to hold back the smirk that wants to grace my face as I make my way barefoot and in my silk nightgown down to the den. I know Jaxon is currently sitting in there drinking his scotch and sulking like an overgrown child. My parents left an hour ago from having dinner with us, and of course, my father couldn’t hold back asking Jaxon when he was going to man up and place a baby in my womb.As if that was his only purpose in life, my how the tables have turned.

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