Page 36 of Monsters Carve Thrones

I sobbed, my head slamming back again as my hips lifted instinctively into his touch. My thong was still balled in my hand. I never even tried to put it back on.

“Rafe–” I moaned, spreading my legs wider, unashamed.

His knuckles tightened on the steering wheel as his other hand worked me with practiced precision. “I love feeling you drenched in my cum,” he grinned.

I gasped as he circled faster, and I gripped the side of the seat with one hand and my useless underwear with the other. By the time he pulled in front of our townhouse, I was on the brink again.

The moment we pulled up to the townhouse, Rafe didn’t move to get out. He killed the engine. The silence in the car crackled, thunder booming outside.

Then, he shoved his seat back. “Get on top of me,” he ordered, voice low and rough.

I sucked in a sharp breath.

He didn’t ask twice. His hand slid beneath my thigh, dragging me over the center console and onto his lap like I was weightless. I straddled him, my dress riding up my hips as I settled over the hard length already straining against his pants. My heart tripped over itself knowing that he would be inside me again.

He leaned back just enough to take me in, yanking the front of my dress down, baring my breasts to the cool air and his hungry stare. “Fuck, look at you,” he muttered, cupping me roughly, his thumbs circling my nipples. “So perfect in every way.”

I rolled my hips against him, grinding down as he pulled his cock free, lining himself up. I gasped as he sank into me in one smooth, filthy thrust. “Rafe,” I moaned, gripping the headrest behind him. “Ah, easy.” His size always took me by surprise, no matter how many times I felt him.

He grunted, thrusting up into me from below. I clung to his shoulders, my body jerking with each sharp, hungry snap of his hips. “You were made for me,” he said, his hands gripping my waist, dragging me down with every punishing thrust. “This body, this soul–mine.”

“Yours,” I breathed, dizzy from the stretch and the angle and the way he looked at me. One hand slid up my spine, the other fisting into my hair. He arched into me harder. “I love fucking you like this. Watching your tits bounce while you take me like a good fucking girl.”

“Rafe–oh,god,” I whimpered, overwhelmed, my thighs trembling around him.

His eyes sparked. “Say my name again,” he growled, snapping his hips up.

“Rafe,” I cried, digging my nails into his shoulders. “Rafe, fuck, please–”

He chuckled darkly and grabbed the back of my neck, pulling me forward until our foreheads touched. “Stay right there,” he whispered, voice like sin. “Stay fucking still for me.”

I obeyed, panting, falling apart as he fucked up into me with a brutal rhythm, his grip never loosening. The car rocked slightly with the force, windows fogging as rain ticked against the glass. Lightning blistered the sky, illuminating his sharp, god-like features.

My body was already unraveling again, the tight coil in my core ready to snap.

“You’re taking me so fucking well,” he rasped, jaw tight, his thrusts growing erratic. “So goddamn tight around me.”

I moaned into his mouth, body clenching in another wild orgasm. “Oh my god, Rafe. Fuck. Come inside me, please–”

And then, with a guttural groan, he held me down hard on his cock, his arm like steel around my back. I felt helpless, unable to move from his muscular grip.

His hips jerked once–twice.

And he came, burying himself entirely. My eyes rolled back feeling his cock throb, filling me with everything he had. It made me absolutely feral. And that was why nearly every time he fucked me, he emptied himself deep inside. He knew how much I loved it.

His head dropped against my shoulder as he let out a final, ragged breath.

I sat on him, shaking, blissed out, his arms still wrapped around me like he never wanted to let go.

“God, I love you,” he rasped.

I smiled, breathless, high on him, wrecked by him. “You own my heart,” I whispered. “You always will.”

He kissed me again, full of adoration and heat. I cupped his face in my hands as I allowed him to devour my soul. Because this wicked, dark monster had swallowed my heart whole.

And I never wanted it back.

Chapter 7