Page 14 of Monsters Carve Thrones (Crowned Monsters Duet #2)

“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– the place–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.

My mind reeled at what he’d just done to me. My body was still trembling, my lungs struggling to catch up with the rest of me. He set me down carefully and kissed me hard.

Possessive. Brutal. Loving.

When he pulled back, he cracked his neck again, that subtle roll of his shoulders like he was easing himself back into predator mode. His eyes swept the room, sharp and cold, daring anyone to say a word.

He looked like the baddest motherfucker in existence.

And he was.

He turned to me, flushed from release, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. Satisfaction looked good on him. “It’s time to go,” he said. He reached into his suit pocket, and with an arrogant flick of his wrist, held something out to me. My red lace thong.

I stared at it for half a second before laughing under my breath and taking it from him, curling it into my palm.

“Remember,” he whispered as we passed the sea of curious, half-drunk, half-fucked strangers. “Be a goddess.”

I held my head high, my heels clicking confidently against the floor, his dark figure beside me like a shadow I’d chosen or been cursed with. But as we moved through the room, I felt his cum trickling down my thigh.

My face burned, flushed from the rawness of it, from the humiliation that should’ve existed… but didn’t.

Because he was right.

He was the wealthiest, most feared man in that entire goddamn room. And I was the one he fucked. I was the only one he ever fucked. That thought sent a strange kind of thrill through me.

We moved toward the exit, the air cooler near the doors, the tension of the night slowly peeling off my skin until I felt the weight of a stare. I glanced back instinctively.

Waylon hadn’t moved. He stood in the same circle of men, glass of amber liquor lifted halfway to his mouth. But his eyes were locked on me.

And then he smiled. Not fully. Just enough to lift the corner of his mouth around the glass.

A silent message. My blood cooled, but I didn’t look away.

I met his stare with every ounce of power I had left pulsing through my spine and followed Rafe out of the building.

He had definitely watched Rafe fuck me, and that made unease curl inside me for a moment.

Whatever game Waylon thought he was playing, I had just survived the monster who ruled the room.

The moment he opened the car door for me, my heart was still rioting in my chest. I slid into the seat, my thighs trembling, my skin flushed with what he’d done to me.

The city lights blurred poured over the windshield as he slid in beside me, started the engine, and gave me a look that nearly made me come apart all over again.

That wicked, smug smile.

The kind of smile only the devil could wear after sinning.

His hand found my thigh like it always had. His fingers skimmed up, brushing the evidence he left inside me, and I squirmed beneath his touch, hips shifting with a silent need I didn’t even try to hide.

“How does it feel,” he murmured, voice deep and dripping with smug delight, “to be owned by me? Claimed by me in a room full of people who hate me?”

His finger pressed firmer.

“Who respect me.”

Deeper.

“ Fear me.”

God .

My head fell back against the leather seat, eyes fluttering shut as a slow pulse built inside me again. My blood still burned from the first time, and now he was stoking the fire all over.

Finally, I found my voice. “ Alive ,” I whispered.

He laughed, dark and full of pride, before grabbing the back of my neck and yanking me into another possessive kiss that was all tongue and heat. When he pulled away, he didn’t stop smiling. Just stared at the road like he hadn’t just ruined me.

“Don’t think I’m finished with you tonight.”

An embarrassing sound caught in my throat. I swallowed it back, half a moan, half a plea. His hand slid between my thighs again, and then his finger found my clit.

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.