Page 80 of Long Live the King


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I know that he thinks he’s got ownership over me, that for these next few weeks he’s my lord and master and that my life will be a lot easier if I say the words he wants to hear, not the ones I actually said. But all I can see is manicured fingers on his chest, a hand on his arm, a whiny voice in his ear.

He let him touch her.

If he's not mine, then I'm certainly not his.

“I said,” I look at him with as much defiance as I can muster, “I’m not yours.”

The words are barely out before he shoves me face first against the hallway wall. I cry out, surprised at the way he so easily handles me.

His body is glued to mine, keeping me prisoner. He’s panting, his heaving chest pinning me even tighter against the wall with every angry inhale.

“I was trying to be the good guy.” He seethes, his frenzied breaths hitting the column of my throat. He fists my hair and yanks my head to the side.

He spits on me.

Hespitson me.

His thumb rubs it into my neck back and forth cruelly until he’s removed all the makeup. I can’t see the bruises but I can see Rogue's face out of the corner of my eye as he stares down at them. His eyes are hungry, fucking starving and so pleased at seeing the hickeys again.

“I was trying to be the good guy. Trying to be patient and wait until you were ready. But first you come to my house,my house, with my marks covered and then you let Jeremy touch you.”

His hand comes under my crop top and tweaks my nipple painfully. I yelp and he grunts, his hips rubbing his erection into my ass. He pinches my nipple and I cry out loudly.

“You know what seeing his hands on your bare fucking skin did to me, Bell?”

I shake my head as his other hand comes to grip my waist in the exact same spot as Jeremy had held me. His fingers dig into my skin, his grip is painful. Like he wants to leave permanent scars of his hold.

“Seeing another man put his hands all over you in this hot little outfit before I’ve even had a chance to touch you myself." With every word, his angry breath hits my cheek menacingly. "Did you want me to kill him?” His voice is curious, like he’s actually asking the question.

"No." I say on a whimper.

The hand on my waist moves down to flick open the button of my shorts, before diving into my underwear and parting my folds. He pinches my clit and my nipple at the same time and I almost come on the spot before his hands leave me abruptly.

“I tried to be the good guy but that’s not what you want. You want the villain, the guy who’ll pin you against the wall while his fingers strum a tune on your clit and his hand wraps around your throat. The good guy act ends right fucking now. Tonight, I’m taking.”

Grabbing me around the waist from behind, he carries me into the guest bedroom and kicks the door closed behind us. He drops me on the bed and I land on my ass and elbows. I don’t have a chance to look at him. He grabs my ankle and uses it to flip me over.

He rips my still open shorts down my hips and over my feet before tossing them to the floor. My panties are torn off my body and before I can process it, he’s plunged two fingers inside me.

I shriek. It’s too real all of a sudden. His intentions for tonight and his lack of control.

“Rogue, wait.”

“No, no more waiting.” He bites out ruthlessly. “You provoked me, you have to live with the consequences.”

His fingers piston into me at a furious pace, one that powers me forward up the bed with each thrust. I can only grasp the sheets, holding on for dear life and hoping he won’t send me falling over the side of the bed.

“Fuck, your pussy’s always so fucking tight. I can’t wait to feel how you milk my cock.”

I try to squirm away, but his other arm is pressed into my lower back, keeping me in place. I’m screaming into the sheets, trying to muffle the garbled sounds coming out of my mouth.

He doesn't let me do that for long. Removing his hold on my back, he uses his now free hand to yank my head back by my hair. My back is arched unnaturally as his fingers find a deeper spot within me that has goosebumps breaking out across my flesh.

“If I wanted to gag you, I would. Now scream so I can hear all the noises you make for me.”

The orgasm rolls through me and I shatter around his fingers. He pulls them out and sucks them noisily before flipping me over and taking a couple steps back.

“Take your top off.”

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