King's Wrath (Sydney Storm MC 5)

He lifted his face from my pussy. “Keep your arms up.”

“I can’t—”

He cut me off, his voice harsh. His order final. “Up.”

When I didn’t move straight away, he grabbed hold of my hips and yanked me backwards, towards him. It all happened so fast I didn’t have time to think. Caught off guard, my face landed on the bed as he dragged me, burning my skin with the speed he moved. When he had me at the end of the bed, he flipped me onto my back and stood with his legs caging mine in.

Placing his hands on the bed either side of me, he brought his face close to mine. Eyes flashing black, he demanded, “Do you want me to fuck you?”

I nodded. “Yes.”

“Did you listen to me when I told you it would hurt?”

“Yes.”

He grabbed my face. Squeezing me hard, he said, “I don’t think you took it in.” Easing the pressure of his grip, he said, “So I’m going to tell you again and give you one last chance to walk away.”

“You don’t need to tell me again. I remember.”

His jaw clenched. “I’m getting close to breaking point here, Lily. You need to be sure.”

I didn’t know whether to be excited about his breaking point or scared of it. God, he wasn’t like any man I’d ever been with. But that was the point. “I’m sure.”

He tightened his grip on my face again, the pain sharp. “When I tell you to do something, you do it. And you don’t fucking talk back to me. We clear?”

I couldn’t talk while he held me like this, so I nodded.

Letting my face go, he ordered, “Back on your hands and knees.”

When he had me where he wanted me, he took hold of my ass again and buried his face back in my pussy. He then proceeded to edge me close to orgasm before pulling me back by withdrawing from my pussy. He did this over and over until I could barely concentrate. My body ached and burned. It also sang with bliss. The alternating sensations were a kind of ecstasy I never knew existed. And King knew exactly how to use them both to work me into a state of frenzy where I begged him to make me come.

He didn’t, though. Just as I thought he was about to give me what I wanted, he flipped me onto my back and undid the belt, freeing my wrists. I stared up at him, breathless and needy, so relieved to have the belt removed. His eyes met mine, but it was as if he didn’t see me. It was like he was completely lost in this experience.

He moved onto the bed, over me, and dipped his head to suck on one of my nipples. His hands skimmed down my body to my legs and he spread them out, pushing them hard against the mattress. He kept hold of them there, his mouth still on my breast, while he ran his dick along my pussy.

My back arched as I flung my arms out and turned my head to one side. I’d used all my energy holding myself up, and pain still burned in my arms, but this felt so good.

I needed him inside me.

Now.

I reached for his face and pulled it away from my breast. “I need you to fuck me,” I begged.

His jaw tightened and a vein pulsed in his temple. Letting go of my legs, he took hold of my wrists and brought them together on the mattress above my head. His fingers bit into my skin, and I winced at the pain. That drew his attention. He seemed to like it.

“I am nowhere near ready to fuck you,” he growled as his eyes ran over every inch of me. Keeping hold of my wrists with one hand, he brought his other one down to my pussy. Roughly pushing what felt like three fingers deep inside me, he said, “We’ve got hours ahead of us before you’ll get my dick, and the more you beg me for it, the longer I’ll make you wait.”

He wasn’t giving me what I wanted, but God if he wasn’t giving me what I needed.

I’d been waiting forever for a man like King.

One who would challenge and dominate me in this way.

A man who pushed me out of my comfort zone.

King spent the next two hours stripping away my comforts—the pieces of myself I held onto tightly so as not to make myself vulnerable. Because even though I was naked, my soul was still fully clothed. Opening myself up during sex and laying my needs and wants on the table was something I’d never done. Not since the one time I’d told Linc a fantasy of mine and he’d told me there was something wrong with me for wanting that. I’d protected myself after that. Had stayed safe and not dug deep within to ask if I was getting what I needed.

I’d used sex as a way to be close to someone else. I’d never used it to get close to myself.