Page 47 of Monsters Carve Thrones (Crowned Monsters Duet #2)

(TW: Consensual non-consent sex)

It had been three weeks since we came home, and peace had begun to feel a little more like a lie. The more time passed, the more I wanted blood.

Rafe and I settled into a soft and familiar routine.

We’d start our day with coffee and breakfast together, then the gym, and then come back together for a peaceful dinner.

He’d been so good with me, especially after finally opening up about his own struggles.

I felt closer to him, and I really appreciated it.

It was wild to think how intimate I knew The Dark Monster of New York City.

My body healed. The bruises faded. But the rage did not.

I remembered the faces of the men who laughed while Waylon paraded me around like a pet.

Those who had entertained horrid thoughts of me when I was at my most vulnerable.

They’d rethink that real fast when they realized I had my fucking power back.

They believed that there were no consequences for being the shitbags they were.

I stood in front of the tactical map in our study, a pen spinning between my fingers.

Red circles bled across the world–Budapest, Zurich, Prague, Naples.

Each one marked the location of a man who had stood beside Waylon.

There were more, but unfortunately, I couldn’t remember every single one he met with.

Just the ones who grinned while I was suffering.

Rafe stood behind me, his arm finding the small of my back. “We’ve confirmed the last name,” he said quietly. “Zdenek Varga. Eastern weapons contractor. Waylon’s former associate.”

I didn’t look away from the map. “He’s going to be the bait.”

His eyes narrowed beside me. “He’s going to be well-guarded. Paranoid, probably.”

“Good,” I said, finally straightening, my eyes locked on the cluster of red pins on the map we’d marked over the past week. “Because he’s going to die first. Him and every single one of his men.”

He turned his head slightly, watching me. “Why him?”

I met his gaze, cold and unwavering. “He raped me, too.”

Rafe went still, his jaw clenching instantly. I hadn’t told him about Varga because I needed fresh fucking rage from him. Was I wrong for that? Absolutely not.

“Waylon owed him a favor, and offered me up as payment,” I continued. “He was… quite aggressive.”

“Are you alright?” he asked gently, even if cold fury was now running through his veins.

“I’m fine, now,” I confirmed, kissing his cheek. “And he likely holds the connections to everyone I want to kill. These men, these fuckers who watched and enabled what happened to me, they’ll crawl to him when they’re nervous. They’ll take his invitation seriously.”

He crossed his arms casually, turning to face me. “Why do you say that, baby?”

I sucked in a deep breath, remembering a few names being tossed around at one of the meetings where I was chained like a dog at his feet. “He’s important to them. A high-level guy.”

Rafe’s brow lifted. His mouth curved slowly like a predator. “I like where you’re going with this.”

“I want to take him out myself,” I said, stepping closer to the map and tapping a pin labeled with his name.

“Quick. Clean. Then we act as him . His contacts will think he’s summoning them for a meeting.

A discreet but urgent one.” I paused, allowing the puzzle pieces to fall into place.

“To finally take down the Vaughan empire.”

My husband looked at me through tousled black hair, his icy eyes searing into mine.

“They’ll come,” I said confidently.

Rafe chuckled darkly. “You brilliant, bloodthirsty little thing.”

I turned, meeting his eyes. His grin was wicked, all teeth and adoration, and the pride in his expression hit me harder than any blade ever had.

“I married the right woman,” he said, dragging his knuckles down my arm.

A fire roared in my chest. However, unlike before, this was not a matter of desperation or fear. This was purpose and righteous fury.

My voice was steady when I spoke again. “They’ll think they’re coming to destroy us. But they will have no idea we’re already inside the walls.”

Rafe nodded slowly, a glint of darkness dancing behind his eyes. “We’ll bleed them dry–”

“And we’ll burn the whole fucking place down,” I finished.

His mouth snapped shut with a mischievous grin.

I hadn’t even turned away from the map when I felt him move.

One second, Rafe was standing beside me with that slow, sinful grin.

And the next, his hands were on me, spinning me to face him.

His mouth crashed into mine with a deep growl.

I gasped against his lips, my hands tangling in his shirt as he walked me backward, step by step, until my ass hit the edge of the desk.

“I can’t fucking stand how hot you are right now,” he growled against my lips. His fingers tangled in my hair, tugging my head back just enough so he could drag his lips down my throat. “How beautiful and brave and strong.”

My breath caught, then turned into a sharp inhale as his hands gripped my hips and lifted me effortlessly onto the desk.

“You are everything, Adela.” His voice was rough. “The power in you… fuck , I’d go to war every day for you.”

I reached for him, my nails scraping down his chest as he shrugged off his shirt. “Then kneel for me,” I whispered.

His eyes burned, and he dropped to his knees before me without hesitation.

He shoved my black pencil skirt up and tore my underwear down my legs.

I ached at his desperation. His hands pushed my thighs apart, and then his mouth was on me.

I threw my head back with a cry, one hand fisting in his hair, the other gripping the edge of the desk like it could anchor me to this plane of existence.

This man knew my body so perfectly, knowing exactly where to attack.

I felt overwhelmed with pleasure, a kind that I knew I couldn’t escape.

No, because he held me in place and forced me to take it all.

His tongue moved like he was worshiping me, consuming my soul.

Like the taste of my power was the thing he craved most. I was helpless beneath his grip, getting yanked to the edge without much say.

Before him, I had never experienced forced orgasms before.

He wouldn’t let me not have one. He’d sink to his knees and pleasure me any day of the goddamn week.

He moaned against me, and the sound vibrated deep inside, making me shudder.

“Rafe,” I gasped, legs shaking as an orgasm ripped through me. “Fuck, sweetie.”

He pulled back only to kiss the inside of my thigh with small nips and look up at me with that grin that made my heart catch fire.

“I’ll never get enough of you,” he said hoarsely. “I’ve missed you so fucking much, Adela.”

He stood, undoing his belt with a sharp snap that made my pulse trip over itself. My heart thundered as he pressed forward, dragging my ass to the edge of the desk. I could feel his cock sliding along my slit, the thick heat of him ready to split me open. And I knew he would.

But he didn’t thrust yet.

Instead, he cupped my jaw, forcing my eyes to his. “You are the most dangerous and powerful woman I’ve ever met. You are a viper . And I love you for it.”

I smiled, my heart beating the shit out of my ribcage. His mouth crushed mine again as he drove into me in one hard, perfect thrust.

We both moaned. I felt it all. His hunger, his pride, and his fucking love with every inch.

Every pull and push of his body against mine.

His hips slammed against me relentlessly, taking everything I had to offer.

He grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back to kiss down my throat and my collarbone.

He greedily shoved my black lace tank up to release my breasts.

With one hand in my hair and the other on the desk, he bit down on my left breast. I cried out at the sharp pain, but his tongue quickly soothed it.

“You’re mine,” he groaned. “God, Adela– you’re mine. ”

“I always was,” I gasped, my eyes rolling back as he continued taking me in the rough way I always loved.

The desk creaked beneath us, papers falling to the floor. His fingers dug into my thighs, keeping me wide open for him as he pounded into me. I whimpered as he bit into my neck, not slowing down one bit.

And every time he looked at me, I felt like a fucking goddess. My nails raked down his back, and he groaned into my neck, his cock pulsing deep inside me. I was already close, the fire building fast, faster, until it was all-consuming.

“I’m gonna–” I tried, but I couldn’t finish.

“Come for me, little doe,” he rasped. “Right on this fucking desk. Let me feel you break for me, baby.”

I shattered around him, crying out, my body trembling as he fucked me through it. He kissed me through the euphoria, murmuring my name against my lips as if he were praying.

He followed seconds later, spilling inside me with a groan so guttural it felt like it was torn from his soul.

He collapsed into me, one arm curled tightly around my back, anchoring me to him as our breaths mingled.

His other hand rested against the curve of my thigh, fingers splayed like he needed the contact to stay tethered.

Even after the high we’d just crashed through, I wasn’t sated. Not even close.

His chest rose and fell against mine, still catching up to his breath, but his eyes… his eyes were locked on mine. I shifted my hips, reveling in the way he was still hard inside me, the heat of him pressing right against where I needed him again.

He growled low in his throat, the sound animalistic, dangerous. “Dela,” he warned, voice tight like a fraying rope barely holding.

I tilted my chin up in challenge, a smirk pulling on my lips. “I’m not ready for you to leave me,” I whispered, dragging my nails down his spine. “I need more of you. I want to drain you tonight. I want you to fill me again.”