Page 87 of Brutal Crown

The small sounds she’s making low in her throat make my entire body twitch with arousal. I’ve wanted this so much for days, and now that it’s finally happening, all the feelings of anger and frustration melt away like water under a hot skillet.

Before I realize what I’m doing, I’m going on my knees before her.

Her eyes flash in panic as she jerks off the wall.

“What are you?—”

“Relax.” I press a hand over her lower stomach. “Let me worship you.”

Her hair falls forward as she stares down at me for what seems like hours. With my eyes locked with hers, I press a kiss on her stomach. She shudders, arching toward me.

I trace circles along her ankles before dragging my hands up and under her nightgown. I feel my blood pulsing hotly beneath my skin as my cock rises, hard and desperate.

As I pull the nightgown upward, exposing more of her silken skin, she lets out another soft gasp, one laced with pleasure. I resist the urge to groan out loud when I find her bare and glistening. The scent of her arousal… fuck!

Without any warning, I press an open-mouthed kiss to her inner thigh and suck greedily. I move slowly to the side until my tongue is sliding between her folds.

“Oh…” She digs her fingers into my shoulders, gripping tight.

I trail my tongue around her folds again. Her breath stutters as I lick around her swollen clit, slipping two fingers inside her. When I circle her clitoris with my thumb, she lets out a moan and throws her head back.

“Be quiet,” I murmur against her wet heat.

I continue sucking until her legs begin to shake and she’s rolling her hips impatiently against my mouth.

When I stand up, my body is burning with need. I press my lips against hers, and she immediately buries her hands in my hair, pulling me even closer. Her body trembles violently beneath mine, and she moans as I bite her lower lip gently. My cock presses insistently against my zipper, begging to be released.

With one arm braced on her back, I pull my zipper and pants down roughly, freeing my erection from its confines. Then, I grab her waist and lift her body until she wraps her legs around my waist. With one swift push, I’m inside her.

“Fuck,” I groan, overtaken by pure bliss.

My body remembers hers vividly.

I move slowly at first, taking my time to savor the moment. But then I pick up speed, burying my face into her shoulder as she starts rocking herself against me. My dick twitches painfully at the pressure building in my groin, but I ignore it as I continue to pump inside her.

Her messy waves cling to her neck while the long strands fall loosely past her hips. Her full lips part, and her head falls back, exposing her throat. A sick, twisted part of me wants to mark her, just for my brother to see, but I push the thought down to the back of my head.

I don’t stop slamming into her until her body starts to shake. I place a hand over her mouth as she moans, her body convulsing with her orgasm. I thrust frantically into her until my dick throbs and I spill deep inside of her.

Claiming her once again.

23

LIA

Ipush him off.

He takes a step back without a word. My hands tremble as I pull down the nightgown he just had his hands under. My legs are unsteady, my mind scattered. I don’t look at him again. I can’t.

Instead, I turn around and run.

I slip through the halls like a thief, hoping no one hears the soft thud of my bare feet. My dress is wrinkled, and my body is damp in places it shouldn’t be.

The hallway back to my room is empty and quiet. The night air is cold, but my body is still burning. From shame. From the burning desire I can’t control whenever I’m around him.

How does he do that to me? How does he make everything in my head disappear the second he touches me?

For those minutes in the dark, when his mouth was on my core and his hands were everywhere, I forgot about everything. Marco. The Society. The baby. My father. My escape. All of it disappeared into thin air. All I cared about was him, the way he touched me, kissed me, and fucked me. I didn’t even check if someone was watching.