Page 34 of Monsters Carve Thrones

My throat went dry.

His fingers moved to his belt, unbuckling it with slow, deliberate confidence.

“Right here?” I breathed, eyes darting around the room. There were people watching us. Glasses clinked. Mouths parted. No one looked disgusted. If anything… they looked intrigued.

“Yes, little doe.” His hand snatched my chin roughly. “I’m going to fuck your pretty little pussy in front of these people.”

A whimper left my lips.

Wrong. So fucking wrong.

But my body? My blood? My soul?

They all said yes.

I heard a soft moan echo from the next room. I turned my head slightly. “Are… are people already–”

He smirked. “It’s normal at these meetings. You’re just catching on.”

My stomach flipped as he lifted me easily against the wall, spreading my legs around his waist in one swift movement.

Before I could say another word, he drove into me. The thrust stole the breath from my lungs. “Rafe–” I gasped, his thickness nearly ripping me.

He leaned into my ear and chuckled darkly. “That’s right, baby. Take it.” He set a brutal pace, slamming into me. My back hit the wall with every thrust, my dress bunched around my waist. “Be my good girl and take me.”

My eyes rolled back. Heat flushed my cheeks. I felt the stares, the hunger, the silent voyeurism of a room built on secrets and death.

He grunted against my skin, muscles flexing beneath my nails as I clung to him. “You wanted to be a little tease?” he growled. “You’re going to show everyone here what it looks like when you come on my cock.”

He hit that place inside me–theplace–over and over until I was unraveling. His teeth grazed my throat again. His hands gripped my ass tight, anchoring me as my body began to pulse around him.

“Cover my mouth,” I whispered, desperate and shaking.

He just grinned. “No, baby. Let them hear you.”

And I did. I shattered, body convulsing around him, a loud moan tearing from my lips. My mind scattered, my heart hammering against my ribs like it wanted to claw its way out.

“There you go,” he rasped. “My sweet fucking girl.”

As my vision cleared, I realized several people had turned to watch–some kissing, some touching.What the fuck–

Rafe grabbed my chin, forcing my eyes on his. One hand slid beneath my thigh again, locking me tighter around his hips. “You’re being fucked by the most powerful and dangerous man in this room,” he said, breath ragged.

Thrust.

“You’re mine.”

Thrust.

“And you’re going to take my cum, got it?”

I nodded, still euphoric from my own release. He kept fucking me, using me like a doll against the wall.

“Fuck, baby.” He was relentless, possessive,unholy. My legs locked tighter. My hands gripped his back. His eyes never left mine as he tensed and spilled into me, deep and hard, like he was branding me from the inside out. His expression didn’t soften once. It was serious and dominating while he filled me.

He looked like a king staking his claim.

My entire body felt wave after wave of adrenaline from the others watching me being fucked by a bloodthirsty demon.And I loved it.