Page 43 of Marrying His Son’s Ex (Forbidden Kings #3)
“Tell me what you want,” I growl, my hands sliding up her thighs, pushing the lace of her panties aside to expose her fully. She’s dripping, her arousal coating my fingers as I tease her entrance, not giving her what she needs just yet.
“I want you to fuck me,” she says, her voice bold despite the vulnerability of her position. “Hard. Deep. Make me feel it.”
I lean in, my lips brushing her ear. “You want it rough, Kasi? You want me to make you scream so loud every bastard in this city knows you’re mine?”
“Yes,” she moans, her hips rocking against my hand, seeking more. “Please, Alaric. Do it.”
I don’t hold back. I slide two fingers inside her, curling them.
My thumb is circling her clit with relentless pressure.
Her head tips back against the glass, her bound hands flexing as she moans, loud and unrestrained.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” I murmur, watching her face contort with pleasure, her lips parting as her body clenches around my fingers. “So wet for me.”
“More,” she begs, her voice breaking. “I need you inside me.”
I withdraw my fingers, ignoring her frustrated whine, and shed my pants completely, kicking them aside.
My cock is painfully hard, pre-cum beading at the tip, and I grip her hips, lifting her against the window.
Her legs wrap around my waist, her bound hands making her arch forward, her swollen breasts pressing against my chest through the thin lace of her bra.
“You’re mine,” I tell her, positioning myself at her entrance, teasing her with the tip. “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” she gasps, her eyes locked on mine, desperate and trusting. “Always yours.”
I thrust into her, hard and deep, burying myself in her slick heat. She cries out, her voice echoing off the glass, and I set a punishing rhythm, each thrust driving her higher, her body trembling against mine.
The window rattles slightly with the force, the city lights blurring behind her as I fuck her like she asked—rough, claiming, unyielding.
“Alaric,” she moans, her legs tightening around me, pulling me deeper. “God, yes, like that.”
I grip her thighs, spreading her wider, and angle my hips to hit that spot inside her that makes her scream.
Her bound hands leave her helpless to do anything but take it, and the sight of her—pregnant, tied up, lost in pleasure—pushes me to the edge.
“You feel so fucking good,” I growl, my voice rough. “So perfect, taking me like this.”
“Don’t stop,” she pleads, her voice raw, her body clenching around me as her orgasm builds.
I slide a hand between us, finding her clit and rubbing tight circles, and she shatters, her cry loud enough to echo through the suite.
Her pussy pulses around me, tight and hot, and I keep thrusting, drawing out her pleasure until she’s trembling, oversensitive, gasping my name.
But I’m not done. I pull out, her whimper of protest turning to a gasp as I turn her around, bending her forward so her bound hands press against the glass, her ass tilted up for me.
“You wanted rough, sweetheart,” I murmur, my hand sliding over the curve of her hip. “Let’s see how much you can take.”
I deliver a light smack to her ass, just enough to make her gasp, her body jerking with a mix of surprise and arousal.
“More,” she breathes, and I oblige, landing another, slightly harder, watching her skin flush pink.
She moans, loud and needy, and I slide back into her from behind, gripping her hips as I thrust deep, the new angle making her cry out.
“Fuck, Kasi,” I groan, my hands tightening on her hips as I pound into her, the sound of skin against skin filling the room. “You’re so tight like this. So perfect.”
Her moans turn to screams, raw and unrestrained, and I reach around to rub her clit again, pushing her toward another orgasm.
“Come for me again,” I command, my voice low, and she does, her body shaking as her second climax hits, her pussy clenching so hard it pulls me over the edge with her.
My release is intense, a white-hot rush that leaves me groaning her name, my hips stuttering as I spill inside her.
We stay like that for a moment, both of us panting, her bound hands still pressed against the window. Then I carefully untie the silk, rubbing her wrists gently to soothe any marks, and pull her into my arms. Her body is warm, flushed, and she melts against me, her breath still uneven.
“You okay, sweetheart?” I murmur, kissing her temple, my fingers tracing lazy circles on her back.
She laughs, breathless, her voice pure Kasi. “Okay? I’m seeing stars.”
I chuckle, kissing her deeply, tasting the sweat and sweetness on her lips.
“Let’s get you cleaned up,” I say, guiding her toward the bathroom.
The suite’s shower is massive, all sleek marble and glass, and I turn on the water, letting it warm as I help her out of the rest of her lingerie.
Her pregnant body is a vision—curves fuller, skin glowing—and I can’t stop touching her, my hands skimming her belly, her hips, her breasts.
We step into the shower, the hot water cascading over us, and I grab a soft sponge, lathering it with soap that smells like jasmine and sandalwood.
I wash her gently, my hands gliding over her skin, careful of her sensitive breasts and the curve of her belly.
She sighs, leaning into my touch, her eyes half-closed as the steam surrounds us.
“You’re spoiling me,” she murmurs, a smile playing on her lips.
“You deserve it,” I say, kissing her shoulder as I rinse the soap away, my hands lingering on her curves. “You’re carrying my kid, negotiating with criminals, and letting me tie you up. I’d say you’ve earned a little pampering.”
She laughs, turning to face me, her hands sliding up my chest. “You’re not so bad yourself, you know. All that power in the boardroom, and then…this.” Her fingers trail lower, teasing, and I catch her wrist, grinning.
“Careful, Kasi. You’re gonna start something we don’t have time to finish.”
She pouts, but her eyes are playful. “Fine. But you owe me later.”
“Sure,” I promise, pulling her close under the water, her body pressed against mine as the steam wraps us in warmth. I kiss her again, slow and deep, and as the city glitters outside, I know there’s nowhere else I’d rather be than here with her, my wife, my everything.