Throne of Vengeance (Throne Duet #2) - Rina Kent Page 0,58

mine.

He’s like a beast with nothing in his sights but me.

I could cry with gratitude.

If he treated me differently, as if I were a broken doll, it would hurt so much. I would think he no longer wanted me, that what I experienced today made him hate me.

But that seems far from the case now when he kisses me with so much wildness I can’t keep up. It’s like he’s sucking at my life essence and giving me his in return.

He lowers his hand down my body until he grabs the globes of my ass. “I’m going to own this soon, baby. You better be ready for that.”

I don’t know if it’s his words or the strange rush of arousal, but a tinge of impatience grabs hold of me. I want him inside me. Anywhere would do, even if it hurts—especially if it hurts.

His cock nudges against my entrance and I spread my leg wide, locking my ankles around his waist as he slams inside me with one brutal thrust. I cry out, flattening myself against the hard ridges of his muscled chest.

“Fuck, Princess.” He strains at how my inner wall tighten around his length.

I gasp for air, and he only leaves me a second to breathe before he claims my lips again. That’s the only second he allows me to adjust to his size, too—not that I need it. Yes, it hurts, but I want to hurt right now because that means I’m alive, it means I survived and Kyle is right here with me.

His tongue dances against mine as he thrusts into me hard and fast, his hips jerking with the motion. The seat creaks with the force of his hips. If someone passed by, they’d think a war was going on in here, and that might as well be the truth.

We’re both fighters in this war, and at this moment, we only have each other.

I kiss him with renewed energy, pushing my hips up when he rams down. My arms wind around his neck and his hand grips me by the throat.

Surprisingly—or not really—that’s all it takes to push me over the edge. I come with a gasp, my legs trembling around his waist.

Kyle joins soon after, cursing in what I now recognize as a Northern Irish accent. I find it strangely erotic that he switches to his original accent when he’s this turned on. It’s like he can’t think straight enough to switch accents, and I like being the cause of that.

Both his hands rest on either side of my head to not crush me, even though his head lies on my shoulder.

I dig my fingers into his shirt, feeling the hard muscles underneath my touch.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs.

“For what?”

“For being such an animal right now. I should’ve taken it easy on you.”

I tilt my head, kissing his cheek, and then tighten my arms around his broad back. “There’s nothing to apologize about. It was…fine.”

“Fine?” he teases. “I should up my game.”

“More than fine. It was perfect.”

“You’re a masochist, aren’t you, Princess?”

“Only with you, Kyle.”

He pushes back, his intense gaze shining with unhidden possessiveness. “Only with me.”

“Mmm.” I smile. “Now, can we go home? I would love a shower. I can also wear that red nightgown.”

“You’re killing me, Princess.”

“Is that a yes?”

“Doctor first.”

He pulls out, cleans me with tissues, and then takes care of himself before he drives to the hospital. Why did I think he would forget about it after the sex?

Wishful thinking.

We sit down in one of the examination rooms, waiting for the test results. Kyle’s words were, and I quote, “Check all of her.” The nurse smiled, and I had to apologize for his overbearing nature.

“I’m going to be fine.” I sigh, throwing my head back on the hospital bed. The pillow feels soft to the touch. After the nurse drew blood, she told me to rest and not attempt to stand up too soon.

“Then we will just confirm it.” Kyle smiles in that infuriating way from his sitting position on the bed beside me.

“We’re wasting time here when we could be doing other stuff.”

His gaze gleams. “Other stuff like what?”

“You know.”

“No, I’m afraid I don’t. How about you enlighten me?”

“Do you want me to say it?”

“Fuck yeah, baby.”

My cheeks heat at the way he calls me that.

“So what type of stuff?” he asks when I don’t say anything.

“Husband and wife stuff.”

“Husband and wife stuff, huh? You’re surprisingly very horny tonight. Not that I mind.”

“Shut up,” I tell him, even though it’s definitely