The Broken Queen (Forsaken #2) Read Online Penelope Sky

Categories Genre: Dark, Dragons, Fantasy/Sci-fi, New Adult, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Forsaken Series by Penelope Sky
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Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 127722 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 639(@200wpm)___ 511(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
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His thrusts were slow and steady, like anything more would set him off. He wanted to hold off, but based on the tint of his skin and the clench of his jaw, he was enjoying it far too much. His breaths were uneven and more like pants, and every time he rolled his hips, he gave an involuntary moan.

It was so sexy.

I grabbed on to his hips and guided him harder, faster. “We have all night…”

He gave another groan, this one low and masculine, from the back of his throat.

I tugged him far inside me, taking his entire length, even wincing a bit because I wasn’t deep enough for a man like him. “Come inside me.”

This time, he closed his eyes and reared his head. “Fuck.” He thrust against me hard as he finished, his green eyes dark with intensity, his cock thickening just a little more with release.

I could feel it, feel how thick it was, feel the weight of this man.

He grunted the whole way through, as if this was the best orgasm of his life. “Sweetheart…”

His dick already made me sore, but I wanted to keep going. Wanted to keep going until neither one of us could go on any longer.

With sweat on his chest and satisfaction in his eyes, he looked down at me. The intensity was still there, as if that climax hadn’t made a dent in his desire. His dick stayed hard, so I assumed that was just the beginning. He started to rock again, sliding through the wetness of our come. “Fuck, that feels good.”

“So good you should pay for it?”

The corner of his lip didn’t kick up with a smile, and the playfulness didn’t enter his eyes. His look remained intense as he started to rock into me. “I don’t have to pay for it—not when you’re mine.”

22

IVORY

When it grew late, I started to worry.

Huntley had been gone a long time, far longer than required to have a couple drinks at a pub. Every time I looked out the window, I didn’t see the guards dispatched to the streets in a manhunt. The horns didn’t blare. Everything seemed quiet.

But he still hadn’t returned.

I couldn’t focus on the books any longer, so I started to pace. My stomach growled because Ryker hadn’t delivered my dinner, but I was too concerned about my husband to really care about food right now.

I heard the floorboard creak and pivoted to the window.

There he was, looking exactly the same as he had when he left. His hood was pulled back, and he showed his handsome face, the chiseled jawline, the authority in his gaze. He was completely relaxed, oblivious to the worry he’d put me through.

My closed fists moved to my hips. “I was worried.”

He loosened his cape then started to unbuckle his armor, all the while looking uninterested.

“Did you hear me? You were gone all day and all night. You couldn’t have been drinking that entire time.”

“Then you don’t know me very well.” The armor came undone, and he stacked it on one of the chairs. “I drink like I fuck—nonstop.”

I crossed my arms over my chest. “I’m still pissed that you had me worried—”

“Good. Then you know exactly how I feel.”

“Wow…so, this was all just to make a point?” I threw my arms down. “That’s not petty at all.”

He walked up to me, each step of his boots loud and heavy. He came right up to me, his chin tilted down so he could look me straight in the eye. “You make me petty. That’s your fault.”

“Don’t you dare blame me. It’s not my fault you can’t let anything go. Like, ever.”

His eyes shifted back and forth between mine, the fires of anger visible on the surface.

“Look, I don’t want to fight—”

“Yes, you do. Because that’s all we ever do. Fight and fuck.”

“Well, can we skip to the fucking part, then—”

He threw me down on the bed then pinned my face to the mattress. My cheek was against the sheets, half of my eyesight obscured because half of my head was buried in the sheets. My ass was in the air, and my panties were already at my knees.

Then he thrust himself inside me, his big dick making its entrance with a savage push.

Thank the gods my moans were stifled by the sheets.

He locked my wrists together at the small of my back and kept one hand on the back of my neck even though I wasn’t going anywhere, and he fucked me so hard I felt like a whore he’d paid for the night.

I was locked in place, his massive dick ramming into me and making me wince every time it hit me with its full force.

“This is what you wanted.”

I panted and moaned against the bed.

“Say yes.”

I could barely talk, my face was pressed so deep, my body was shaking so hard from his thrusts.


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