The Bully (Kingmakers #3) - Sophie Lark Page 0,100

anything but how badly I need him.

It doesn’t matter. Nothing can dampen Dean’s fire for me, not heartbreak, or time apart, or even a whipping.

He’s tearing my clothes off and I’m ripping at his, desperate to put my hands all over him, to smell his sweat and his skin, to lick him and bite him and suck every place I can reach.

I tear off his dress shirt, buttons ricocheting off the huge bronze bell. Dean shoves my skirt up around my waist, shredding my panties with his fingers and yanking them aside.

I can’t stop kissing him. I thrust my tongue all the way in his mouth, wanting to taste every bit of him, obsessed with the fullness of his lips and the way his tongue feels against mine.

My hands are in his hair, gripping tight right at the scalp.

His hands are wrapped around my waist, lowering me down on his raging hard cock.

He thrusts into me in one motion, his cock tearing into me like we’ve never fucked before. His cock is a battering ram, his hands invading armies. I surrender to him, every bit of me, while still biting and clawing at him as if I want to fight.

We fall to the ground, dangerously close to the hole in the center of the floor, through which the rope to ring the bell once descended. Now the bell lays silent on its side, likewise straining the limits of the uneven, weakened floor. Dean’s and my combined weight crumbles the edge even more, knocking several more stones down into empty space. We have to roll away to avoid tumbling down ourselves.

Dean fucks me hard against the stone floor, scraping my back on the rough ground.

I roll over on top of him, mounting his cock, digging my nails into his chest as I ride him hard and fast.

I can’t get enough of him. It feels like years since we did this, it feels like I might have died if we were apart any longer.

We’ve knocked over several of the candles. I smell smoke and singed fabric—one of the pillows, most likely. I don’t give a fuck. I’m not stopping, not even slowing down, not for anything.

Dean flips me over and enters me from behind, his hips slamming into my ass. He grunts as he drives into me, a primal, animalistic sound. He’s a beast and I love it.

My left hand drops through a hole in the floor as another stone falls away.

This whole tower is going to collapse.

I must truly have lost my mind, because in this moment I don’t care. I don’t care if the whole thing crumbles around us, as long as I’m locked together with Dean, his arms around me, his cock inside me.

Dean picks me up again, scooping me up in his arms like I weigh nothing at all. He’s so phenomenally strong that he can fuck me at any angle, any position. He takes over my body, and all I can do is gaze in wonder at the slabs of muscle on his chest, the straining tendons running up and down his arms like cords.

The floor shifts and cracks under our feet. I hear more stones falling down.

That noise is distant compared to the pounding of my heart, and my relentless hunger for Dean.

With each stroke up and down on his cock, I feel my climax building. We’ve come too far now—I’m hurtling headlong into this raging pleasure. Nothing can pull me back now.

Dean’s hand clenches around the back of my neck, his other hand gripping my ass as he fucks me harder and harder. He slams me against the side of the bell, driving into me with all his might. Our impact against the bronze makes a dense, echoing clang. The whole bell shakes, sending a deep vibration across the floor. Dean lets out a roar at the same frequency, his cock twitching inside of me. I start to cum too, biting down hard on his shoulder.

I’m made of pleasure—every nerve, every cell.

The whole floor splits beneath us, the bell tipping down through the jagged hole.

Dean scoops me up in his arms and sprints for the stairs. The tower lists to the left, stones raining down like deadly hail. The stairs fall away under his feet. Dean is jumping as much as running, leaping over empty space.

The bell crashes down, bouncing off the walls with huge, hollow booms. It slams to a halt with a noise like an explosion, right as we burst through the door