Page 21 of Monsters Carve Thrones (Crowned Monsters Duet #2)

He chuckled low, and there was no amusement in it for once.

“I just don’t feel like having bruises on my face every time I have a meeting,” he said, sliding his arms beneath me.

“And let’s be honest, this arrangement? It’s about ownership.

Nothing else. So I’m going to do what I want with you.

” He lifted me easily and carried me to the bed.

“I like my women wild. I like the fight. But you, Adela… you’re here to destroy him.

And to do that, I need to take every part of you he ever touched.

Piece by fucking piece. I watched him fuck you that night and decided then and there that I wanted you for myself. ”

I tried to twist away, but my body wouldn’t listen. I was burning with rage. The sedative dulled everything but the fury. “Rafe will kill you,” I whispered.

Waylon smirked as he laid me out on the bed. “Maybe,” he said. “But not before I ruin you for him.”

He stood and walked to the door, pausing only to lock it behind him. As the sound of the deadbolt echoed through the room, I stared at the ceiling, heart hammering, and swore:

He would not break me.

Waylon approached the bed like a horrifying storm, all dark eyes and dangerous intent, that wicked smirk carving his face.

My heart pounded in fear and fury. His hands gripped my thighs roughly before he peeled my sweatpants down in one fluid motion.

His gaze darkened when he saw I wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

“Fuck,” he muttered, the word low so, so wrong .

I flinched beneath his stare, retracting into myself. I didn’t want to be fucking present for this but I needed to. I needed to remember to fuel my rage.

He pulled me up and dragged my tank top over my head, his knuckles brushing heat across my ribs. “Lay back. Now .”

I obeyed, primarily because my body was so fucking tired from whatever that bitch injected me with.

Then he stood just long enough to unbutton his black pants, sliding them low on his hips. My eyes locked onto the hard line of him, the way he filled his boxers. My mouth nearly dried seeing that he was almost as big as Rafe. Shit .

Climbing back on the bed, his fingers found my clit. It drew a cry from my lips as he leaned down and kissed his way up my stomach, chest, and throat. His tongue flicked over one nipple, then the other, and he groaned like he couldn’t decide which he liked more.

“Fuck, baby,” he breathed, wedging my legs open with his knee.

I squeezed my eyes shut the moment I felt his thick cock brush against my entrance. I knew I was far from wet, and was nervous that he’d just–

Then he thrust into me all at once, stealing the air from my lungs. I gasped, my back arching off the bed. He didn’t give me a second to adjust. He set a brutal pace, his big hands gripping my hips, then sliding up to wrap around my throat.

“Jesus,” he growled, eyes devouring every inch of me. “This body… fuck , you feel so good.”

I closed my eyes through the pressure on my neck, my fingers digging into his biceps, stars dancing at the edges of my vision as he pounded into me.

I nearly blacked out, but he released his grip just enough to keep me awake.

I wanted to cry with the amount of anger boiling in my blood and pain from him.

“I could fucking kill you,” he growled, slamming into me so hard I yelped. “You little bitch. Rafe doesn’t own you anymore. He isn’t shit. He’ll die seeing that you’re mine . Might even send him a video.”

This stupid fuck. In an attempt to stop him, I clawed into his arms, drawing blood.

I felt the warmth of it seep down his biceps, but he didn’t care.

It just seemed to spur him on. At that moment, I realized that most of these monsters were the same.

They didn’t care if your nails gouged out flesh, they’d still keep going so long as it meant they’d get what they wanted from you.

“ You’re going to die,” I choked. “And I’ll be the one who does it. I can’t fucking wait.”

He tightened his grip on my throat, and I saw the goddamn cosmos.

“No, no, no, no,” he laughed between rough thrusts.

“You’re going to be my little whore. That’s all you’ll be.

After we kill Rafe, I’ll probably keep you around for a while until you’re used up.

Then I’ll finally put you out of your goddamn misery. ”

I couldn’t help but whimper, fear crawling through my chest at how close to blacking out this man was taking me. I didn’t even care what he was saying, because it didn’t matter. I’d take my sweet time killing him. It would be the only thing that’d keep me fucking alive here.

I didn’t know how much time passed, but it felt like forever. His breath suddenly stuttered. The rhythm shifted– shorter, faster, desperate. A shudder ran through him as he groaned. Only then did his grip on my throat ease. He laid over me, burying his face in my neck with a satisfied sigh.

Tears stung my eyes, but I refused to look away. I glared into his soulless eyes when he pulled away.

“Aw, you look mad,” he mocked, shoving himself deeper. “You didn’t like that, baby? You’re going to learn to love it.”

My gaze didn’t waver, and didn’t until he finally got off me. My body was so tired from the drugs, my head buzzing from the trauma and rage.

He tucked himself back in his sweatpants, running his hand through his shoulder-length hair. “You still have your IUD in, right? You should be on your second year with your recent one.”

I barely nodded. He somehow had my medical records?

“Good. I plan to do this every goddamn day.” He sauntered over and clamped leather cuffs over my hands. I was now tied to the headboard. I had to sleep like this? Damn it.

“Goodnight, baby.” He forced his mouth upon mine, his tongue sweeping in before he rolled over. Waylon just raped me. And now, I had to share a bed with him every night. It was only when I heard the steady sound of his breathing that I finally allowed the tears to fall.