Page 121 of Monsters Carve Thrones

Barefoot, wild laughter echoing down the hallway as she disappeared around the corner. I stood there for a second, heart hammering, blood roaring, watching the empty doorway where she’d just vanished. A low chuckle rumbled from deep in my chest, dark and full of fire.

She wanted to play, and my monster was ready to break its fucking leash.

I adjusted myself in my pants, still hard with the need to finish what we started. The fact that she could still bethatperfect after I’d just fucked her nearly mindless?Insanity. But that was Adela. My perfect little angel in silk and sin. She didn’t just take pain, she invited it.Dancedwith it. And tonight, she had finally let the war goddess inside her out to breathe again.

I stalked into the hallway, the scent of her still clinging to me. My footsteps were slow at first. I didn’t need to run to catch her. The hunt was more fun when the preythoughtit had a chance.

“Tick-tock, baby,” I called out, voice low and taunting.

A door creaked somewhere upstairs.

Good girl.She was trying to be clever.

I took the long way, creeping up the back staircase so I could listen for the shift of a floorboard and her breath behind a door. When I passed our bedroom, I saw it cracked open. She wouldn’t make itthatobvious. No, she was trying to fake me out. But I knew her.

I knew every damn move she made before she even thought to make it. And then I paused when I heard the tiniest creak. The laundry room door at the end of the hall.

Got her.

I moved fast, grabbing a fistful of her hair as she shrieked and tried to twist away. She laughed, breathless, her fists beating weakly against my chest as I pinned her there. Her tank top was riding up, exposing that perfect stomach, her underwear soaked through. Fuck, she wasdrenchedfor me.From me. I noted where my cum had dripped down her thighs as she ran from me. And that... that sent the demon in me on fucking overdrive.

“Caught you,” I rasped, dragging my hand slowly up her thigh. “And now I’m going to use you.” I lifted her leg, grinding my cock against her soaked panties.

Her nails dug into my shoulders. “You’re such an asshole.”

“Oh, yeah?” I whispered with a smirk, adjusting her up against the wall and pulling her underwear to the side. “Shut the fuck up and take what’s coming.” And with one vicious thrust, I was inside her again. My knees nearly buckled when I felt how hot and wet she was. She cried out, back arching, hands clawing at the wall for leverage.

“Shit, oh shit,” she whined, her head kicking back while she gave in to me, using her like a fuck doll. Both of her legs hooked around my waist, my hands cupping her ass while I lost myself in her. Even though I wanted nothing more than to fill her up, I had to pace myself. Tonight was all about giving her whatever she wanted. I’d walk through fire and kneel before her if she asked it of me. I’d do anything for this woman.

Before Adela, I was a lost, wild animal who hadn’t known what it felt to love another. And even though our journey had its darkness, she still chose me.

And for that, I’d give her the goddamn world.

“Rafe,” she moaned, clutching to my shoulders for dear life. My name on that sharp tongue of hers was almost my undoing right there. She yelped as I abruptly pulled out.

“On your knees,” I demanded, forcing her down. “Open your pretty mouth.”

She obeyed, and I hissed a breath through my teeth when her lips wrapped around me. Her tongue dragged wickedly slow. She was doing it on purpose, teasing me mercilessly. My hand fisted in her hair, the other braced on the wall as she bobbed her head, spit running down her chin.

“Fuck–baby, you’re gonna make me–”

She pulled off with a pop and grinned. Teeth. The little brat grazed me with teeth. I smirked and grabbed her, hauling her up. I tilted my head, the silent command unmistakable.

Run. Again.

Eyes wide, breath trembling, she hurried down the stairs. I followed her more slowly, stalking her like prey. God, Ilovedthis game. She clearly did, too. A woman usually so dominant in her everyday lifewantedto be taken thoroughly.

She was in the living room, pretending to hide behind the couch. So fucking cute when she faked fear when we both knew she was aching for me to catch her.

I tackled her onto the couch, and she squealed as I pinned her face down onto the back cushion. My blood pounded as I yanked her soaked panties down her thighs and thrust into her. She was so fucking tight, already dripping, already pulsing around me. My hips slammed against her ass as I drove in, over and over, one hand gripping her hair, the other on her hip.

“Fucking–Rafe–I can’t–”

“You can.” I gritted my teeth. “Youwill.”

I wouldn’t stop. Not until she couldn’t walk tomorrow. Not until she was dripping with me. Not until her screams reminded every goddamn wall in this house who she belonged to.

My queen.