Throne of Vengeance (Throne Duet #2) - Rina Kent Page 0,57
I say quietly. “Or Sasha.”
“Then what did they do?” A muscle clenches in his jaw as though he’s struggling to hold on to his cool. “Don’t leave any detail out.”
“They…well, one of them tried to force me to suck him off.” My voice chokes at the end and I swallow. What the hell? I thought I was fine, so why do I feel dirty all of a sudden?
“Fuck!” Kyle hits the steering wheel, and I flinch at the sudden sound, even though I don’t usually get affected. I guess I’m more emotionally distressed than I thought.
He takes my hand in his and kisses my knuckles, then speaks against them. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there sooner, Princess. I’m so sorry.”
The feel of his lips on my skin triggers something raw inside me, and I shake my head even though a tear slides down my cheek. “The only thing that matters is that you did show up.”
“Not soon enough.”
“It was for me. Besides, Sasha and I saved ourselves.”
“What if you couldn’t?”
“But I did. I’m here, Kyle.”
“Was the fucker who touched you one of the guards I executed?”
I shake my head.
“I’m going back in there to burn him alive.”
“No need to. I already finished his life.” I puff my chest. “I shot him straight in the dick after I bit it off, and then I also shot him in the forehead.”
Kyle chuckles softly. “I wouldn’t expect anything less from my beautiful wife. I’m so proud of you, Princess.”
His words make me want to purr, to snuggle into his side and hug him—among other things. I’ve always been strong and independent and didn’t allow people close. Dedushka taught me that I needed to protect myself because no one was going to do it for me, but there are situations like these where I realize just how much I love having Kyle around.
It’s not only about how he came for me, but also the fact that I know he has my back as much as I have his.
And for that, I want to show my gratitude. Slipping my hand from his, I undo my seatbelt and fumble with his. It takes me seconds I don’t have to spare to undo his belt and free his cock.
It jumps to semi-erectness at my first stroke. I had it in me last night, but the size still gets me all hot and tingly whenever I study it.
“What are you doing, Princess?” Kyle stares at me with fiery lust.
“Just keep driving,” I murmur as I lower my head and take him down my throat as far as I can. He’s too big for me to have him all in, so I make up for that by stroking his balls.
Kyle groans, eyes momentarily closing before he focuses back on the road. His hand tightens on the wheel as the other gets lost in my hair. “Fuck, Princess. Your mouth feels like sin.”
His words get me working harder, teasing his balls and bobbing my head up and down at the speed he prefers. I may have been a newbie that first time I gave him a blowjob, but I have learned to adapt to his rhythm. Kyle likes rough and fast, even when it comes to blowjobs. He gets off on the endless flow of movement and has converted me to the dark side with him. Or maybe it’s been there all along, and he just yanked it out.
With every second, he grows bigger in my mouth, and I’m sure he’s close to the finish line. I increase my speed, even though my jaw hurts from his size.
Kyle pulls me back by the hair, making me release him, a streak of precum sticking to my lips.
“But…why…” I pant.
“First of all, I can’t drive like this.” It isn’t until then that I realize the car has stopped on some unknown, deserted road. “Second of all, I love your mouth, but I’m not coming inside it today.”
He jumps me—literally. One moment, he’s sitting; the next, he’s on top of me, fumbling with my seat so it falls backward. I squeal, hands pressing against his chest, but the sound is stolen when he captures my lips in an animalistic kiss.
There’s nothing gentle about his touch right now. Not when he kisses me, sucking and nibbling on my lips like he’s drunk on the taste, and certainly not when he yanks my dress up and then my panties down. His fingernails dig into my skin with a tangible urgency while he fuses his body with