Page 49 of Beautiful Torment (Empire of Kings #1)

She eases herself onto the mattress and crawls to me—another snapshot burned to my memory. I watch in silence as she tries to work out the best way to climb on top of me. If I were directing her, I might suggest she sit on me and sink my dick inside her.

She opts for a different approach, clambering over me to straddle my hips. From this angle, the size contrast between us is darkly amusing. She has to split her legs wide open to sit astride me. Fortunately, she’s flexible, and I can’t complain about the view.

I have a wide-open shot of her obscenely hot breasts, and I’m banking on the fact that I’ll see them bouncing around soon.

She settles her palms on my chest as her wet pussy cradles the ridge of my cock, pinning it against my stomach. I anticipated being swallowed by her warmth, but I’m not opposed to this either. Particularly when she starts to rock her hips and use me like a slip and slide.

I relax and enjoy the show as she arches her back and grinds her clit down on me. Right now, I couldn’t drag my eyes away from her if I tried. Everything about her is soft, feminine, and wholly unfair to the male species at large—but especially me. I shouldn’t be this attracted to someone I loathe.

She has no idea the depths of my obsession, or the lengths I’ll go to satisfy it. This compulsion to own every piece of her is twisted as fuck. But I had six long years to make peace with this demon inside me. Now that I have her, I’ll never let her go.

“Angelo.” A frustrated breath escapes her.

She wants my hands on her, but I’m not done punishing her yet. One for lying to me, and two for Genevieve. I need her to understand that when she doesn’t play by my rules, she loses the privilege of coming so hard her brain melts.

“You can do it,” I tell her. “How do you usually make yourself come?”

Her soft green eyes meet mine. “I think of you.”

My hand settles on her hip in warning. “Don’t lie to me.”

She ignores the threat, closing her eyes as the confession spills from her lips. “I think of coming to visit you in prison, and letting you do whatever you want to me.”

Well, fuck. I didn’t expect that.

Now all I can think about is her with her hand in her panties, touching herself as she thinks of me. I want to ask her what kind of depraved things I got up to in these fantasies, but that might give her the impression I actually believe her.

When she opens her eyes again, her expression is raw with sorrow. “I tried so many times to see you. But you denied every visit.”

I’d be a fool to accept anything she tells me. Maybe it’s because she’s on my cock and my brain isn’t functioning like it should, but I can’t find a trace of deception in her eyes. The problem is, if she did come to visit me, I was never made aware of it.

Saving that information for later, I redirect the conversation.

“What would you have done if I'd let you in?”

She considers it for a moment before she leans closer. “I would have wanted to kiss your mouth, but I would have settled for this.”

Her lips skim over my jaw, then she kisses her way down my neck. She licks, sucks, and bites at me like it’s her only purpose in life. The rational side of me knows I shouldn’t let her do this, but I’m not telling her to stop either.

When I give her an inch, she takes a mile, lying her body over mine, tits pressing against my chest. She drags her fingers through my hair and mewls as she grinds down harder on my cock, soaking me with her arousal.

From this angle, I’m close to slipping inside her—and that’s exactly where I want to be.

Fuck.

The whole point of this game was to deprive her.

But now we’re playing a new game. The one where I give in to my feral urges and start tossing her around.

One second, she’s on top of me, and the next, I’m shoving her facedown on the bed.

I mount her from behind and straddle the back of her thighs, pinning her beneath me.

“Is this what you wanted?” I growl, pushing the head of my cock into her pussy.

“Yes,” she pleads.

I sink inside her, resenting her for how good she feels wrapped around me. This constant battle rages on—deciding whether I want to worship or hate-fuck her. Maybe a bit of both.

I clamp my hands around her wrists and wrench them back until half her body is bowed off the mattress. She’ll take the brunt of my thrusts in this position, and I’ll get the dark satisfaction of seeing how hard she comes when I’m hitting her G-spot.

I start to thrust deep inside her, and it only takes a few strokes before she feels it.

“Oh, God,” she pants.

“There you go again with your prayers,” I muse. “You like that?”

She nods, choking on her words as the pressure builds. It won’t take her long, and I’m probably going to blow my load the second she comes.

There’s something addictive about how much she loves being conquered. When I catch a glimpse of us in the mirrored chrome above the bed, that’s exactly what it looks like.

I’m built to break things her size, and admittedly, it fucks with my head that she can handle me like this.

It’s insane she can take a brutal fucking from a man twice as big and get off on it.

This kind of submission requires a boundless trust from a woman who knows my character.

She’s seen the violence I’m capable of. And still…

she offers herself to me with the blind faith I would never hurt her.

“You’re so fucking perfect, bella .” The words slip from my mouth unbidden.

She lets out a broken sound in response, too far gone for words.

That small scrap of praise from me unravels the last of her control, setting off a torrent of tremors inside her.

I’m stretching her body to the limit, pounding into her, and she’s so deep in oblivion I doubt she even realizes the whole plane can hear her right now.

She spirals into full-body contractions, every desperate cry milking my cock. I fuck her through her orgasm until she screams, and that sweet sound is my undoing.

My cock pulses violently, spilling over and flooding her with my release.

Her body sags in my grip, and I ease her back down on the bed, giving us both time to breathe.

I still can’t stop touching her, dragging my palms down the length of her back, squeezing her ass beneath me.

She shivers, soaking up everything I give her with soft little exhalations that make me irrationally tender.

That’s a problem for later.

Right now, I’m far too comfortable sitting here with my cock still lodged inside her, bathing in that warmth. We stay there, neither of us speaking as I continue to massage her. I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing. It isn’t a conscious thought process. It’s instinct.

After a while, I do a soft thrust, testing the boundaries of my own obsession. I’m ready to go again, even after coming twice. This is what happens when I’m deprived of her.

I fuck my cum deeper into her, and she starts to moan.

“You aren’t even close to full yet,” I tell her. “How much can you take?”

She glances over her shoulder, eyes brimming with hunger. “All of it.”

“Yes, piccola ,” I growl, settling my body over hers. “I’m going to give you all of it.”