Page 123 of Monsters Carve Thrones

The panic was immediate. Raw. Visceral.

I could taste her fear, locked in a dark space with the demon she invited.

She tried to move, but I caught her ankle and dragged her down. Her body hit the plush rug with a soft thud, her protests muffled as I flipped her onto her back. Neither of us could see a damn thing, and somehow, that made it even hotter. More dangerous and primal.

But I knew where I kept a flashlight.

I reached blindly to the shelf, fingers finding the smooth metal. With a click, I flipped it on and pointed the narrow beam at her. She flinched from the sudden light, wide-eyed and trembling. A sharp laugh escaped me.

We hadn’t played like this before. Not in the dark. Not with fear so close to the surface.

Before she could catch her breath, I dropped between her legs, forcing her knees wide and crawling over her like a predator closing in.

“Hands above your head,” I said, setting the flashlight aside, the beam angled just enough to illuminate her chest.

She obeyed instantly, wrists slipping into shadow, fingers brushing the low-hung coats behind her. She was trembling. With anticipation. With hunger. Maybe a little with fear.

Perfect.

I dragged her tank top up, exposing her breasts, already marked with a few dark bite bruises, nipples stiff in the chill. I leaned down and bit one again, just to hear her gasp. Then I reached for her skirt, yanking it down her legs.

She resisted.Wrong move.

“Don’t fucking move,” I snapped, ripping the fabric down rougher this time, making her gasp.

“No!” she cried out, squirming, trying to roll over and crawl away.

“No chance, little doe.” I caught her again and yanked her back flat, pinning her with my weight. Her breath stuttered as I hovered over her.

“Get off of me.” She shoved at my chest, but it was no use.

“Shut the fuck up,” I hissed into her ear. “You’re going to lay here and be a good girl. You fight? It gets worse.”

She stilled. Her eyes widened, but I saw a smile almost tug at her lips. “Yes, sir.”

God, this was sick.Twisted. And we both wanted it that way. A part of me hated how much I loved this, but only because I loved her too much to ever do it if she didn’t beg for it first. But she had. Again and again.

And now I was going to give her exactly what she needed.

I gripped the base of my cock and teased her. “You’re still so soaked,” I muttered, dragging it over her clit. “My little cumwhore.”

“Get off,” she hissed, shoving at my chest. “I’mnotyour fucking whore.”

I shook my head with a laugh, pushing the tip of my cock into her. She tried scrambling back, but I slammed into her in one devastating thrust, and her scream echoed through the closet.

My fingers gripped the carpet beside her shoulders as I drove into her, the whole world narrowing to the feel of her. Her legs trembled, her nails clawing at my chest. I caught one of her wrists and pinned it down beside her head, then bit into her shoulder as I thrust deeper–brutal and goddamn raw.

She arched off the floor, her body begging for more even if she was telling me to stop, her pussy clutching me so tight it was nearly unbearable. “I’ll be a good girl for you,” she gasped. “Just–slow down.”

“No,” I growled against her neck. “Open your fucking legs.” I forced her thighs wider, angling deeper, hitting every spot that made her lose her goddamn mind. Her cries broke into sharp gasps, echoing off the walls and velvet-lined shelves.

“Rafe–Rafe, please!”

“Shut up,” I snarled. “You’remine. You hear me?”

She nodded frantically, already on the edge. Then, a sob broke from her chest. Her legs trembled, her hands shoving at my chest, her body shattering as I drove her into oblivion. Her pussy convulsed around me, and I cursed violently.

“Wanna know something, baby?” I murmured, grinding into her with a slow, rough thrust that made her moan. “You’ve already taken two loads… so now I can fuck you fora while.”