Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 110034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 550(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 367(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 550(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 367(@300wpm)
Must be magic.
“You should see yourself,” he says, deriding me with a sneer. “After all I’ve put you through and you still want it that badly. You’re practically panting.”
I can’t help but give him a mean grin in return, reaching for his cock until its hot thickness is in my hand. I can’t even make a fist, but it’s enough for his eyes to momentarily roll back in his head, his wicked mouth dropping open. “I could say the same thing to you. I left you on our wedding day and yet here you are, unable to get enough of me.”
His eyes spring open in anger and a low rumble comes from his chest. He swiftly parts my thighs wider, his movements rough, then places a hand at the small of my back as he shoves himself into me.
I cry out, the sound echoing throughout the solar as the air is pushed out of my lungs and he seems to fill every cell of my existence.
“Fuck!” I say through a gasp, grabbing hold of his shirt, trying to keep myself from falling apart. I’d forgotten how brutal he could be and, even when I’m as wet as I am, it’s still a lot to take at once.
“You feel that?” he murmurs as he leans forward and licks up the rim of my ear. “You feel how hard I’m going to work you?” He pulls out slowly, so slowly, the rigid length of him passing over every sensitive groove inside me. “You’ll be begging to come in no time.”
He thrusts in again with a loud grunt and I gasp. I reach down, wanting to give myself a hand, to help release the pressure that’s building inside me to uncontrollable levels, but he grabs both my wrists with one hand.
“Not allowed,” he says, continuing to pump his cock into me, his breathing raspy with exertion. “That would be cheating.”
“Fuck you.” I scowl, trying to get my hands free.
“Fairy girl, I’m the one that’s fucking you.” He punctuates his words by kissing me savagely on the mouth, his tongue lashing against mine, making the heat inside me build even more until I feel like I’m drowning in a pressure cooker.
“When are you going to start calling me your queen?” I gasp against his lips, feeling so trapped in the way he’s holding my wrists together, the punishing way his hips won’t stop slamming into mine. With each thrust I feel like I’m being pushed over the edge, but the freefall never comes.
“When you start acting like one,” he answers gruffly. He bites at my neck, sucking my skin between his teeth until I cry out in sharp pain. “When you want to be one.” He pulls back and stares at me, his eyes an inch away. I can barely focus, my heart galloping in my chest, and yet I’m already swept away in his eyes. They’re gray like the rain clouds outside the windows, with flashes of silver that shift around. It’s like staring into a lightning storm.
“You say you’re a queen,” he says in a low voice, as if it’s a secret, “and if you are, it’s because you married a king. But you don’t want to be a queen, Hanna. You don’t know what you want.” His eyes close and I feel a sense of relief, the intensity of his gaze was becoming too much to handle. With a shaking breath he pulls out then pushes himself back inside me, deep as he can go, until I feel like I’m one spark away from explosion.
“I want to come,” I tell him, trying not to sound desperate, even though that’s what I am and he knows it. He wants that.
He eyes me and grins, the kind of smile that would kill you on the spot.
“Beg for it, little bird, and maybe I’ll change my mind.”
Apparently I have no shame, not when his dick keeps pushing me to the edge, when every nerve inside me is so tightly coiled it physically hurts that I haven’t come yet. “Please make me come,” I whimper. “I need to come.”
He thrusts in hard with a deep grunt and then lets out a most wicked laugh. “I don’t think so.”
Then he pulls his dick out of me and lets go of my hands. He grabs me by the waist and brings me off the desk and before I can get my footing, he flips me around. He pushes me down so that my breasts are flattened on the desk, the edge pressed into my hips and my ass facing him, then he pins my wrists together at the small of my back.
“Asshole,” I swear at him, my cheek against the desk.
“If that’s what you want,” he says, and with his other hand he spreads my ass. I tense up, wondering if he’s actually going there, then I hear him spit. Something wet lands on my cheeks, trails down the crack and he’s rubbing the soaked tip of his cock up from my cunt to my ass.