Page 8 of Marrying His Son’s Ex (Forbidden Kings #3)

KASI

The taste of those lies is still bitter in my mouth.

Minutes ago, I was purring about how much I love being tied up, suggesting a threesome with a total stranger, and putting on the performance of my life to keep that woman from calling the police.

Now, as we drive along the dark roads, I can’t stop thinking about how real some of those words felt when they left my lips.

Alaric’s jaw is set in a hard line, like he’s fighting some internal battle, and tension is radiating off him in waves that fill the entire car.

Good. I hope he’s as uncomfortable as I am.

He’s wearing a white button-down shirt that’s rolled up at the sleeves, and I can see the corded muscles in his forearms flex every time he shifts gears.

The restraints on me allow me enough movement to shift in my seat, to cross my legs, to lean forward if I want to. The chains are long enough that I’m not completely immobilized, just… contained. Like a dangerous animal that might bite if given too much freedom.

The silence in the car is suffocating. Twenty minutes of nothing but road noise and the weight of what happened in that parking lot.

I can’t stand it anymore.

“You’re pathetic, you know that?”

His eyes flick to me briefly before returning to the road. “What did you say?”

“I said you’re pathetic. Kidnapping women, chaining them up, pretending you’re some kind of hero.” I rattle the cuffs for emphasis. “At least your son was honest about being a piece of shit.”

His jaw tightens. “Watch your mouth.”

“Or what? You’ll shut me up?” I laugh bitterly. “I’m not scared of you.”

“You should be.”

“Why? Because you’re big and strong and have a gun?” I lean toward him as much as the chains allow. “I know what you really are underneath all that control.”

“And what’s that?”

“A man who paid five thousand dollars to fuck a stranger in a hotel room.” The words hit their mark. I see his knuckles go white on the steering wheel. “Tell me, was I worth it?”

“Stop talking.”

“Why? Does it hurt to remember?” I rest my head on the headrest. “God, you made me come so hard I cried.”

“I said shut up!”

“Fuck you!” I scream, thrashing against the chains. “Fuck you and your whole goddamn family!” The restraints dig into my wrists as I fight them. “Let me out! Let me out of this fucking car!”

He reaches for his gun. Points it at me with one hand while steering with the other. “One more word and I’ll blow your fucking head off.”

“Do it!” I scream, not caring anymore. “Shoot me, you fucking piece of shit! Do it! Death would be better than fucking being your wife!”

The car swerves violently as he pulls onto the shoulder, gravel spraying, tires skidding. We’re on a dark stretch of highway, nothing but trees on both sides. Only a couple of cars have passed us so far.

He slams on the brakes, and the car lurches to a stop.

Before I know what’s happening, he’s kissing me, our mouths crashing together and tongues tangling. I’m kissing him back without hesitation, desperate for more of him. But the angle is wrong, the chains are in the way, and I can’t get close enough. He pulls back, breathing hard.

“Fuck this.”

He gets out of the car and slams the door so hard that the whole vehicle shakes. A second later, my door is yanked open, and he’s hauling me out by my arms, the chains forcing me to stumble.

My feet hit the gravel. The air is too quiet out here. No noise but our breathing and the distant hum of tires far down the highway. A single streetlight flickers behind us, casting shadows over the car. The moon is full above us. Bright and clear, like it’s watching.

He pushes me back against the door of the car, his mouth finding mine again. This time there’s nothing stopping us.

I kiss him back just as desperately, my chained hands fisting in his shirt, pulling him closer. The taste of him floods my senses, making my brain short-circuit.

Sparks fly behind my closed eyelids as I remember this exact feeling, this exact taste. The way his lips move against mine, demanding and gentle at the same time.

God, I forgot how this felt. How free I feel when he touches me, even with chains around my wrists. Like nothing else matters except this moment, this connection that shouldn’t exist but does.

His hands are sliding up my thighs, gripping my waist, cupping my ass, tangling in my hair. Each touch sends electricity shooting through my body, waking up parts of me I thought I’d buried.

When he breaks the kiss to trail his mouth down my throat, I hear myself moan. The sound surprises me—when’s the last time I made that noise and meant it?

“I hate you,” I whisper against his ear, but my body is saying something completely different.

His hand tangles roughly in my hair, yanking my head back so he can look at me. His eyes are dark and dangerous.

“Shut up,” he growls, and his mouth crashes against mine again, harder this time. “I’ll teach you a lesson.”

I feel his other hand slide down to my ass and squeeze roughly. When I gasp against his mouth, he bites my bottom lip hard enough to make me whimper.

This isn’t gentle like that night in the hotel. This is raw, angry, desperate, and I’m letting him because God help me, I want it too.

He spins me around suddenly, pressing my chest against the car. My hands are cuffed, useless in front of me. Alaric is behind me, his body hot and solid. I feel him shift, then grip my hips with both hands, pulling me back into him.

The thick bulge in his pants presses right against my ass and I stop breathing. I feel him, every hard inch of him, grinding slow and heavy against me. The metal of the car is cold against my chest, but everything else is burning.

His mouth comes close to my ear. I can hear his breath catch, like he’s trying to hold himself together and failing.

“You see what you’re doing to me?” he whispers.

I close my eyes. My heart is in my throat.

“Look what you’ve done to me, Kasimira.”

He grinds into me again, and I swear my knees almost give out. I grip the side of the car just to stay upright. My body is betraying me, pulsing and wet, aching where I shouldn’t be aching.

“That mouth of yours.” His voice is rough, deeper than I’ve ever heard it. “I’m going to give you something to shut you up.”

Then his hand comes down on my ass, hard.

“You little brat,” he growls behind me, voice shaking with something dark and electric. “You’ve made a grown man lose control.”

The second slap lands harder. I gasp, clinging to the hood of the car as my body jolts forward.

“I should leave you cuffed to this car for every trucker on this highway to see. Maybe then you’ll learn how to shut that mouth.”

Another smack. Then another.

My body is trembling now, but not from fear. Each slap sends a rush straight to my core. I can feel how wet I am. My thighs are slick, and my panties cling to me like a second skin, soaked from the heat building inside me.

His hand grips my ass roughly, kneading it before delivering one final, vicious spank that makes a moan escape my lips before I can stop it.

He hears it. I feel him freeze behind me for a second. Then he laughs in a dark, amused tone. “You like it when I spank you?”

I clench my jaw, furious at myself, but my body is already betraying me again.

He steps closer, crowding me, and spins me around before I can respond. I stumble back against the car, breath caught in my throat, wrists still cuffed in front of me.

He’s standing over me, looking down with a gaze that burns straight through me, but I maintain eye contact. His mouth is curled into a smirk that makes my stomach flip. His body radiates heat.

“On your knees.”

“No,” I snap, even though my voice is breathless. “Go to hell!”

His brows lift just slightly, like he expected the pushback. He steps closer, his body towering over mine.

“Do you want me to make you?” he asks quietly. “Because I will.”

I glare up at him. My heart’s pounding, and my knees feel like jelly, but I plant my feet anyway. “You don’t scare me.”

A sharp breath of laughter punches from his chest, like he can’t believe I’m still fighting him. Then he reaches for his belt, fingers curling around the buckle, dragging it loose with maddening calm.

“Then kneel like a good little slut.”

I hesitate, just for a second.

But my nipples are tight. My clit is throbbing. I can feel my own heartbeat between my legs. When I lower myself to my knees, it’s not because he won. It’s because I can’t stop myself.

The gravel bites into my skin. My hands are still cuffed, but I rest them on my thighs and tilt my chin up, like I’m still in control somehow.

His fingers move to his waistband. His stare never leaves mine.

“Take my cock out, Kasimira.”

I bite the inside of my cheek. The words go straight through me. I feel them in my chest, in my gut, everywhere.

I reach up with trembling hands. My fingers curl around his zipper and pull it down. The sound is louder than it should be in the quiet night. My heart is beating so hard it hurts.

I slip my hand into his pants, and when I wrap my fingers around his cock, he’s already hard. Thick. Hot.

I pull it out slowly, and this time I can really see him. The lights in the hotel room were too dim to do anything but feel. But now, under the full moon, I see everything.

Veins. Length. Power. He’s huge.

I swallow hard and look up at him. His eyes are locked on mine, burning.

“Go on,” he says, voice low. “Put that mouth to use.”

I lean in, lips parting. My breath ghosts over his skin. He twitches in my hand.

I open my mouth and take the tip in slowly, dragging my tongue over the head, tasting the salt of him. He groans. His hand goes to the back of my head, guiding me.

“That’s right, love,” he mutters, tone rough and wrecked. “Take my length in your fucking mouth just like that.”

I suck him in deeper, letting my lips stretch, my jaw ache, and his breath hitches.

“Good girl.” His hand tightens in my hair.