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Savage Hearts (Queens & Monsters #3)(97)

Author:J.T. Geissinger

When I come back to myself and am lying there quivering and spent, he’s chuckling.

He rises and unbuttons his shirt. Gazing down at me with a lazy smile, he says in a husky voice, “Good girl.”

Whimpering, I roll to my side and bury my face in the duvet.

He chuckles again, only this time it sounds dangerous. “You think you can hide from me? You can’t hide. I see you, little bird. I see everything.”

He grips my wrists and pulls me to a sitting position at the edge of the bed. Gazing down at me, he takes my face in his hand and slides his thumb into my mouth. With his other hand, he pulls down his zipper. The engorged head of his cock juts out above his briefs.

“I’m gonna fuck your mouth, sweet girl,” he growls. “Then I’m gonna put you on your hands and knees and choke you while I fuck your pussy. If you want that, say yes.”

He slides his thumb out of my mouth and cups the back of my neck, gripping it firmly and waiting, dominant even in his patient silence.

“Yes.”

Though it’s the truth, a single-syllable word has never been more difficult to pronounce in the history of humanity. I eke it out, breathless and trembling, watching his lethal smile grow wider.

I reach up, pull his briefs down, and wrap my hands around his erection. Holding his gaze, I open my mouth and take him in.

The crown is thick and tastes like me. I swirl my tongue around it. A thrill goes through my body when his stomach muscles clench and he exhales a faint, involuntary moan.

“Fuck yes,” he whispers, watching my mouth with avid eyes. “Now suck.”

I obey him, sucking the crown only, my hands still wrapped around his shaft.

“More. Deeper.”

I take one hand off his shaft and cup it under his balls then take him farther into my mouth. The vein on the underside of his cock throbs against my tongue. I start to stroke his shaft in time with the movement of my head, doing it more enthusiastically when he moans again, this time louder.

“My sweet, perfect girl. Suck that cock. Show me how much you love it.”

His voice is ragged. His chest heaves. He stares down at me with hot eyes and a clenched jaw, so fucking sexy and masculine, I’m shamelessly eager to do anything he demands.

Maybe he was right when he said this is a compulsion, because I no longer feel like I’m in control.

The thing between us is driving me now, and I’m happily letting it.

I suck, lick, and stroke until his hands are shaking against my head as he thrusts into my mouth. With an oath, he pulls out, flips me onto my belly, drags me up onto my knees, and spanks my ass.

I yelp, jerking.

He bends down and kisses the sting away, then puts his hand between my shoulder blades and pushes me down so my face is against the mattress and my ass is in the air. Kneeling behind me, he leans over and cups my breasts, thumbing over my hard nipples. Then he slides his hands down my ribcage and over my waist, squeezing my hips.

“Riley Rose,” he says gruffly, stroking the head of his cock back and forth through my wet folds. “My beautiful obsession. This monster belongs to you, sweet girl. I’m tied up in chains at your feet.”

His hard thrust sinks him all the way inside me.

When I moan, he puts his big rough hand around my throat and gently squeezes.

He fucks me hard, driving into me over and over, his balls slapping against my pussy, his husky moans ringing in my ears.

I feel everything in exquisite amplification. The blood rushing through my veins. The sheets rubbing against my cheek. The wetness on my thighs, and his fingers digging into my hips.

Into my neck.

Crying out and clawing the sheets, fireworks exploding in my vision, I climax.

Falling back onto his heels, he drags me against his chest and holds me there as I jerk and gasp, clenching around him helplessly. Putting a hand between my legs to squeeze my throbbing flesh, he repeats something over and over, murmured into my ear.

“Ty moya. Ty moya. Ty moya, dorogoya.”

Cradled in his arms and spread open around his cock, I orgasm so hard, I’m overcome with emotion. I start to weep.

“I know,” he whispers. “Oh, fuck, baby, I fucking know.”

When he throws back his head, shouts at the ceiling, and comes with me, I realize that any thoughts I may have had about protecting myself from him are now useless.

No matter how crazy or wrong this might be, I’m all in.

All I can do now is hold on and ride this rollercoaster until the end, wherever it might take us.

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Riley

Mal and I lie entangled in bed in the dark for a long time before he finally speaks.

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