Tragic King (The Dominant Bastard Duology 2)

Getting between her legs, he slid lower, angling his face to taste her. He slid his tongue along her slick labia, spreading them open between careful fingers. The tart taste of her and the quiet hitch of her breath as he found the hard nub of her clit had him thrusting his hips against the bed. He wanted inside her again, but there was no fun in rushing things. Well...unless rushing things was the point.

“No,” she complained in an almost inaudible whisper, her voice slurred with sleep. She arched her back for more, though, negating her objection.

He swirled his tongue over her clit then fastened his mouth down on it and suckled, tugging gently with his lips. She moaned sleepily, and he wondered if she had even woken yet. When she was squirming and whimpering, he gave her clit one last lick, then backed a bit to watch her grind against the pillow. He brushed his fingertip over her anus. She shuddered, eyes still closed, mouth open.

Knowing she didn’t like ass play but still let him do it always formed a knot of lust low in his stomach. He liked that she didn’t like it, and complained about it. In sleep, though, tickling her there with gently exploring fingers made her moan piteously. He licked her there, then watched as the bud twitched and tightened to ward him off. He flicked his tongue over her again and again, until he had to hold her still so he could keep going. With only saliva as lube, he pressed a fingertip to her ass and coaxed her body to accept the invasion, tight and hot, a tiny bit at a time. She cried out, shuddered. It had been a long time since he’d used her there.

She gave a long, low whimper, and he felt her muscles tense as she came to full awareness.

“Mister Leduc!” she blurted blearily. “What are you doing?”

He reached under her, toggling her slick, swollen clit. “Claiming what I own.”

She moaned into the mattress, the sound punctuated by a squeal as her body clamped down, trying to keep him out. He withdrew his finger, then grabbed the lube from the nightstand and squirted some directly onto her ass. Even though she tightened against his invasion, her body was helpless to prevent it. By the time he squeezed a second finger in with the first, she lay limp and panting, accepting his careful thrusts. His index and middle fingers looked impossibly large assailing her little hole. She grunted in discomfort.

“You’d better convince your body you’re ready for this, kitten, because my cock is going in next.”

“No, Mister Leduc! You can’t! It’s going to hurt!”

“Is that why you’re alternating between humping that pillow and fucking your ass onto my fingers?” He watched as her bottom rose to take his fingers again, and she squirmed until they were lodged deep in her hot hole. Yeah, she hated it all right. He spread his fingers inside her, trying to make room for himself, and she grunted, then whimpered into the mattress.

“I was sleeping!”

“You should be grateful I’m distracting you from the welts on your ass.”

She made a low, throaty noise that was anything but dainty. “Can I choose another beating instead?”

“No. You were begging for anal in your sleep, so I knew you’d never be satisfied with just another beating.”

She whimpered.

“You want my cock in here. Admit it.” He circled a finger on her clit hood.

“No! Use Rodrigo instead!”

He laughed and kissed her pretty mouth, then let his gaze drifted over. Rodrigo was missing – why hadn’t he noticed before?

“Where is Ro?” He scanned the room, wondering when the walls had been replaced by windows.

“He ran away with his new lover. Didn’t he tell

you? I think they went to Marseilles.”

What the fuck? Jealousy and anger twisted in his gut like a sliver of overheated metal.

Wait... Did she say Marseilles?

Fuck. If he’d run off with Loïc, he was going to kill them both. Anger blurred his vision and shook the room. Minnow clutched at the sheets, as though the quake was going to throw her off the bed.

“Don’t worry, Master. I’m going too, and then you’ll be alone, just the way you like.”

He roared, smashing things in the room – statues he’d never seen, art he’d never hung.

Minnow watched him sadly.

“Church told you to stop pushing people away, but you don’t love any of us. Not really. We’re just a game to you.”

Pain ripped through him.