Throne of Vengeance (Throne Duet #2) - Rina Kent Page 0,74

under my stomach and the other on my hip as he pounds harder and faster inside me. He’s holding himself on his knees, his body rising then falling down with the force of his thrusts.

I think he’ll come soon, but he doesn’t. He pulls out and flips me on my back, removing the condom and tossing it away. The floor is harsh on my skin, but I don’t care about that as my eyes meet his.

We’ve always had a weird type of connection. The type that’s a bit unhinged, a bit sick, but it’s also the type that brings peace to chaos. The type I want to sleep cocooned in every night and wake up to every morning.

“One more time.” He thrusts into my pussy in one brutal go. Feeling him bare inside me is so freaking good.

My orgasm that hasn’t really ended bleeds into another one. Shit. I’m so stimulated that only penetration is able to drive me over the edge.

“Kyle…oh…Kyle!”

“One more time.” He picks me up so I’m sitting on his lap and drives deeper and harder, sucking and nibbling on my nipples at the same time. He touches me with urgency I’ve never experienced before as if he can’t get close enough or touch me deep enough. Bursts of pleasure explode on every inch of my skin until it gets too hot, too sweaty. Too…much.

Kyle doesn’t come inside me. He doesn’t come. Period.

He continues to fuck me on and on until I come over and over again. He doesn’t soften inside me. If anything, he keeps getting harder and thicker. It’s like he’s made it his mission to make me orgasm. I come so many times I lose count. I’m sobbing at some point at the amount of stimulation attacking my body from all directions. I’m a sweaty, crying mess, and the sick part is that I don’t ever want this to end.

Kyle is touching me. Unlike the rejections from today, he’s fucking me like a madman, unable to stay away.

By the time his cum fills my insides, I don’t know whether it’s a dream or reality. I think I blacked out at some point, so it could be either.

Soft lips brush against my forehead and I moan. “Mmmm.”

“I missed you before, and I’ll miss you now.”

I missed you, too. I try to say those words, but my energy fails me.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow we’ll talk and I’ll tell him I’m not aborting.

I’ll tell him I want us to have the family neither of us had before.

Kyle, the baby, and me.

A smile grazes my lips as I imagine that scene before I drift off to sleep.

27

Kyle

The splitting headache is the least of my problems when I stare at the woman lying on her stomach on the bed.

A galaxy of bruises covers her hips, arms, thighs, arse, and even around the snake tattoo on her spine.

Fuck.

I spring awake as memories of last night trickle back in. What the fuck have I done? If it weren’t for the steady rise and fall of her back, I would think I’d killed her or something.

Bloody hell.

I shouldn’t have touched her when I was drunk. The reason I don’t get drunk isn’t only because I lose my inhibitions, but also because I can’t control myself. There’s no stop or even pause button in that state.

Not that I’ve ever had those buttons when it comes to Rai. Every time I recalled the decision I made, I fucked her more, owned her more, and was nothing short of a madman.

I can’t believe I took her on the floor over and over like a fucking animal. She’s already too fragile and easily bruises by a simple touch. How could I let my beast side take complete control of me like that?

I reach out a finger to touch a strand of her hair but stop at the last second, my hand clenching into a fist. Do I even have the right to touch her anymore?

“Fuck,” I whisper, running a hand through my hair as I spring to my feet.

It’s all over now.

I take a quick shower, then change into black trousers and a white shirt. Rai is still fast asleep on her stomach. She probably won’t wake up for some time due to exhaustion.

Sitting at her desk, I grab a pen and write until my knuckles hurt. She’s always said left-handed people like me have horrible handwriting, and I guess it’s true. But instead of writing a generic email or text, I’d rather leave one last personal touch