Throne of Power (Throne Duet #1) - Rina Kent Page 0,43
intensity level at my clit.
“Holy shit…” I exhale, sinking my nails into his shirt.
“Does it feel good?” He smirks.
“Fuck you,” I manage to mutter.
“Not yet, but I can keep you satisfied with my toys in the meantime.” He licks the lobe of my ear, sliding his tongue over it, flicking and biting as if he’s feasting on my tongue. “I didn’t expect you to be this sensitive. I can’t wait to see the look on your face when my dick is plunged deep inside your tight cunt.”
I can’t help the whimper that spills free from between my clenched teeth. I tell myself it’s only because of the toy’s stimulation, but his words add more fuel to the fire.
He says them with sure certainty, as if they’re meant to happen. For him, the question is when, not if, and for some reason, my chest flips at the promise, at the explosive pleasure I now know is waiting for me in the future.
“You’re going to come one more time, aren’t you?” he muses, releasing my earlobe just so he can show me the way he licks his lips.
I try to ignore the view as I shake my head frantically. I’ll be damned if I let him get a hold on me again.
“Yes, you will. Are you picturing me inside you, taking my dick like a good little princess while I thrust into you hard and fast and rough?”
My thighs clench at the image he’s painted in my head. I couldn’t get rid of it even if I tried. It’s so crude, so explicit, and yet my body responds to it in ways I never thought were possible.
“Rai?”
I gasp inaudibly at Vlad’s voice coming from behind us. He can’t see me like this. No one can. This is a sure way to destroy the image I’ve spent years building and sacrificing for.
And yet, I can’t, for the life of me, stop the storm that’s brewing in the distance. I can feel the air inside me changing, heating, prepping for the impact that will sweep me over and never let me go.
“Is everything all right?” Vlad’s voice gets nearer, which means he’s approaching us and won’t let this go.
He, of all people, knows I never allow anyone to carry me unless I’m ill or injured or something. Why has it become easy to let Kyle manhandle me this way? But I couldn’t put a halt to it even if I wanted to. My legs would fail me and my weakness would be visible for Vlad to see.
“Tell him to piss off,” Kyle murmurs.
“Shut up,” I hiss.
“Then maybe I should drop you right here and now so he can see how much of a slut his little mafia princess actually is.” His voice darkens with every word.
“K-Kyle…” My eyes widen as I shake my head. “D-don’t…”
“Add a please.”
“Please go fuck yourself,” I mutter.
“Not the right attitude when you need me.” He starts to release his hands from around me as the thing inside me increases its vibrations.
Shit. I’m going to orgasm.
I claw at his shirt with my nails so he doesn’t release me. “Don’t! Please, please.”
“Perfect. Now tell your knight in shining armor to—as I said earlier—piss. Off.”
“I-I’m fine, Vlad.” My voice trembles and I bite my lower lip to stop any other sounds from escaping.
“You don’t sound fine.” Vlad stops in my peripheral vision, and I hide in Kyle’s shirt. I would rather die than let Vlad see my face right now—a face even I wouldn’t recognize.
“She’s just a little unwell,” Kyle speaks in the welcoming tone that usually gets him what he wants. “I’ll take her to our room.”
Our room? When the hell did it become our room?
“Let me look at her.” Vlad steps in front of us.
“Why the fuck would you look at my wife?” All Kyle’s nonchalance vanishes. “She’s not the Rai you had free access to. She’s now bound to me, married to me, and took vows to be with me so keep your fucking eyes and hands off her.”
There’s a grunt from Vlad, but he steps aside. No one gets between a husband and his wife in the brotherhood. No one, not even the Pakhan himself. The relationship is even more sacred than the one we have among each other.
That’s why even Vlad doesn’t push it.
“I’m really f-fine, Vlad,” I repeat to reassure him without lifting my head.
By the time Kyle finally ascends the stairs, I can’t keep on trapping the violent sensation brewing inside me.