Queen of Chaos (Legacy of the Nine Realms, #5)(39)
“I’m your fucking God, Aria. You worship me. No one else, Aria.” His words came out gravelly as he brought me up so he could palm my breast, squeezing it. “These beautiful breasts are mine. Those pouty fucking lips are mine. This wet pussy? Fucking mine. Your perky, pretty ass? Mine. Your lethally strategic mind? That’s mine too, Little Monster. Every part of you is beautiful, and its mine. This dick? You can have it. It can belong to you and only you, but I get every part of you, woman.”
“Your cock is all I get?” I demanded as my hands landed on his thighs behind me, digging into the flesh of both.
Cold air touched the breast he’d been squeezing before I’d even realized he’d released it. His hand moved to my throat, applying enough pressure to cut off the blood flow to my brain. The entire time, he didn’t stop pistoning into my flesh, fucking me with brutality and skill. My walls constricted to expel the too-large cock driving me to stretch to fit him. Stars dotted my vision, but his hold on my throat relaxed enough to allow air to reach my lungs to feed my brain.
“Wrong fucking answer,” he hissed against my ear, warm breath fanning it as he once again tightened his hold. “Your delicious pussy knows who it belongs to. Doesn’t it, pretty monster? You feel my cock marking your walls? I’m writing my name on them so you remember you’re in my coverage area.” I blinked as he threw what I’d said the first time he’d captured me back in my face. It was actually sweet he even remembered what I’d said. “Your body knows who it belongs to, doesn’t it? I feel it clenching down, holding me so tightly in its embrace. Fucking hell I love how well you take me.” His arm slid around my stomach as his hold on my throat turned painful. Before I could argue, not that I could, he stood. Knox walked toward a tree, making my stomach touch against it before the band of his arm released. The hand he held around me grabbed behind my knee, pushing it up so he could get deeper into my body.
My body started shaking from lack of oxygen, but if he noticed, he didn’t show it. His cock withdrew until only the tip remained at my entrance. One hard, merciless thrust sank him to the hilt within me, and I had to brace against the tree as I danced on the edge of bliss and nothingness. Pain and pleasure blurred as he finally allowed oxygen to enter my greedy lungs. Gasping, I sucked it in ravenously.
“If I want to use your pussy and make it weep for me, what’s your answer, Aria?” The gravely tenor of his voice scraped over every one of my raw nerve endings.
“Hard pass,” I hissed between gasps of air. No way in hell was I saying yes to anything that stopped this wild beast from rutting me.
“You like being manhandled,” he whirred before his lips brushed my shoulder. “I love how you feel clenching tightly around me. I love feeling your breath hitch as I pound into your drenched center with hard, pounding thrusts. You love me fucking you. Don’t you? Outside of our animalistic needs, you might be a fucking princess outside of here, but in here, you’re a fucking predator like me,” he whirred before his lips brushed against my shoulder. The thought of his teeth embedded in my flesh sent excitement rushing through me. Arousal flooded toward my entrance, offering him a silky, wet fluid to use to fuck me harder. “I see. Naughty girl wants my mark. Is that it? You want my teeth?”
“Please, Knox,” I begged, uncaring how fucking desperate I sounded.
I was naked in the woods, being railed against a tree. Dirt and gods knew what else was in my hair. Then there was the fact that he held my legs spread apart so he could do whatever he wanted to my pussy. It was either bark scrapping my tits or rocks, and I was pretty sure my own come was dripping down my leg as my body begged for more. But, what more could he fucking do? I wasn’t sure I wanted to ask, let alone find out.
“Tell me you’re mine.” He pulled out from my body and stepped back.
I toppled to the ground, gasping for air as my pussy clenched with the need to be filled. He was fucking joking, right? Turning my head, I glared at him as he stood there gloriously naked, stroking his thick, proud cock. Licking my lips, I enjoyed the sight of his magnificent, powerful physique. Fucking hell, the bastard was beautiful.
“Say it, or I’ll fucking edge this pussy all night long?”
Dropping my eyes to the precome dripping from the tip, I considered my next move carefully. Did I really care if my pride was tarnished if it got me fucked until it wouldn’t matter? If I knew he wouldn’t stop until my body was one solid ache of sated pleasure and my mind was mutton stew? I would actually be totally fine with any of that. But he’d win, and that wasn’t something I was willing to allow. Not yet, anyway.
“How about you get the fuck on your knees and I’ll teach that bratty mouth how to say what it’s told to say, Aria?”
Rising to my feet, I slowly prowled toward him. Those hypnotic, ocean-colored eyes narrowed, which meant he was trying to gauge my next move. Standing before him, I licked my lips before pushing my tongue out, which caused his entire face to darken with desire.
Slowly, I began to lower myself before him, but the moment my body was crouched, I shot forward. Grabbing him between his powerful legs, I flipped his body over me, but Knox didn’t go down as I’d intended him to. Instead, he landed on his feet. One minute, I was the aggressor, and the next? I was pinned beneath the full weight of his heavy, hard, unmoving body.
His knees pressed my legs apart seconds before he was fucking me again. I’d been wrong. He hadn’t been brutal before. I screamed as tears burned my eyes and pleasure blossomed in my abdomen. Knox’s hands landed on my wrists, gripping them painfully before he forced them behind my back, capturing both in his large viselike grip. The other slid up my spine, threading through my hair, which he used to jerk me back, leaving my body suspended in midair between his cock and his grip on the silky tresses.