Reign of a King (Kingdom Duet 1)
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“Good girl.” He smirks, then pushes me off him so I’m sitting on the chair, stands, and leaves.
I remain there, my clothes rumpled, my core pulsing, and my nipples aching.
And yet, all I want is more.
I’m so screwed.
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Aurora
Did I say I could survive six months in Jonathan’s company?
It’s only been two weeks and I’m already at my wits’ end.
Every day, I’ve gone back to the house, shaking in anticipation of what he’ll do next. What buttons he’ll push. What ludicrous demands he’ll make.
Every dinner and breakfast, Jonathan sits me on his lap and makes me eat my entire plate.
It’s not even about the food anymore.
The way he touches me so unapologetically, or spanks my arse when I defy him, has become a habit. Worse, it’s become something I look forward to.
I shouldn’t.
Jonathan isn’t the type of man I can get lost in or even allow close.
However, the moment he yanks me down on his lap, I don’t even protest anymore.
It’s become the most natural place to be.
After every session of fingering, torturing my nipples, and holding my throat hostage, Jonathan leaves me in the dining room alone with my scattered thoughts and my shaking limbs.
Sometimes, he’ll fetch me from my room when I’m late for breakfast, or lay me on the bed and spank me for giving him the attitude he hates so much.
Other times, he’ll send me emails — no texts, because in his words, those are juvenile. The last exchanges were between last night and this morning.
From: Jonathan King
To: Aurora Harper
Subject: I’ll be Late but Don’t You Dare Sleep
Lie on your bed, face down, and don’t put any clothes on.
From: Jonathan King
To: Aurora Harper
Subject: Second Reminder to Not Fall Asleep
You better be on your fucking stomach when I walk in, or that arse will pay the price.
I did fall asleep, more out of defiance than actually being tired, and my arse did pay the price before he wrenched a dizzying orgasm out of me that knocked me out for real.
Today, I woke up late because of how exhausted I felt.
From: Jonathan King