Page 48 of Monsters Carve Thrones (Crowned Monsters Duet #2)

His jaw clenched. I felt the tension coil through him. But I knew him. Knew how to push him past the edge. How to call out the darker thing that lived just beneath his skin. The monster that came out for me.

So I shoved lightly against his chest playfully. “What?” I asked, voice dripping with tease. “Too tired?”

His eyes flared.

There it was. Predator activated.

His hand clamped around my hip. “Are you sure you want to provoke me? This?”

I rolled my hips again, watching the flash of pain and pleasure cross his face. “Yes,” I said, low and steady. “Be wild. Be rough. Give me everything you know I like. I want to have trouble walking tomorrow. Do you understand me?”

His laugh was dark and unholy as he kissed me hard. “Yes, my wife.”

And before I could even breathe a response, he placed a large hand between my breasts and slammed me flat against the desk, the breath whooshing from my lungs as his hand closed around my throat.

I gasped, eyes widening in raw pleasure.

Yes.

He pulled his hips back, then thrust forward, nearly ripping me in two.

I cried out, legs wrapping around his waist, fingers clawing at his arms as he began to move again.

His size always took my body by surprise, no matter how long we’d been together.

But I was ready to be his plaything again.

His little doe, trembling beneath his teeth. That’s when I felt most alive.

***

RAFE

Christ . She was really testing me tonight. And I was more than ready. I’d missed her in ways I didn’t have words for–her body, her fire, that wicked fucking mouth. I’d keep her up all night if that’s what she wanted. Hell, I hoped it was.

My grip tightened around her throat, and her eyes rolled back in bliss. That divine smile lit a fuse inside me. Her body bounced beneath mine, tits heaving, stomach tight, every inch of her slick with sweat.

She was feral for me.

And I was completely unhinged for her.

I groaned, leaning in to bury my face in her neck, her scent making the edges of my vision blur. Then it hit me.

A cruel idea. One she’d recognize instantly.

I slowed, letting my teeth graze her ear. “I’m going to give you a head start.”

She tensed. I pulled back to catch her expression, and there it was. A tiny, wicked grin tugging at the edges of her lips. She knew exactly what I meant.

“Run,” I said, voice low and dark. “When I catch you, I’m going to fuck you. Over and over. I’m going to take whatever I want.”

She squirmed, biting her bottom lip, that hunger burning in her eyes.

My girl was back.

Since we returned, I’d kept my hands gentle, let her call the shots, and made sure she decided how far things went. But tonight… tonight, she was asking for the part of me I’d been keeping caged.

“Yes, sir,” she breathed.

I pulled out, reluctantly. Her body shivered as I moved away. She tugged her tank top down, slipping into her underwear with slow, exaggerated movements. I tilted my head.

“To make it more fun when you catch me,” she said with a smirk.

And then she bolted .

Barefoot, wild laughter echoing down the hallway as she disappeared around the corner. I stood there for a second, heart hammering, blood roaring, watching the empty doorway where she’d just vanished. A low chuckle rumbled from deep in my chest, dark and full of fire.

She wanted to play, and my monster was ready to break its fucking leash.

I adjusted myself in my pants, still hard with the need to finish what we started.

The fact that she could still be that perfect after I’d just fucked her nearly mindless?

Insanity . But that was Adela. My perfect little angel in silk and sin.

She didn’t just take pain, she invited it.

Danced with it. And tonight, she had finally let the war goddess inside her out to breathe again.

I stalked into the hallway, the scent of her still clinging to me. My footsteps were slow at first. I didn’t need to run to catch her. The hunt was more fun when the prey thought it had a chance.

“Tick-tock, baby,” I called out, voice low and taunting.

A door creaked somewhere upstairs.

Good girl. She was trying to be clever.

I took the long way, creeping up the back staircase so I could listen for the shift of a floorboard and her breath behind a door. When I passed our bedroom, I saw it cracked open. She wouldn’t make it that obvious. No, she was trying to fake me out. But I knew her.

I knew every damn move she made before she even thought to make it. And then I paused when I heard the tiniest creak. The laundry room door at the end of the hall.

Got her.

I moved fast, grabbing a fistful of her hair as she shrieked and tried to twist away.

She laughed, breathless, her fists beating weakly against my chest as I pinned her there.

Her tank top was riding up, exposing that perfect stomach, her underwear soaked through.

Fuck, she was drenched for me. From me .

I noted where my cum had dripped down her thighs as she ran from me.

And that... that sent the demon in me on fucking overdrive.

“Caught you,” I rasped, dragging my hand slowly up her thigh. “And now I’m going to use you.” I lifted her leg, grinding my cock against her soaked panties.

Her nails dug into my shoulders. “You’re such an asshole.”

“Oh, yeah?” I whispered with a smirk, adjusting her up against the wall and pulling her underwear to the side.

“Shut the fuck up and take what’s coming.

” And with one vicious thrust, I was inside her again.

My knees nearly buckled when I felt how hot and wet she was.

She cried out, back arching, hands clawing at the wall for leverage.

“Shit, oh shit,” she whined, her head kicking back while she gave in to me, using her like a fuck doll.

Both of her legs hooked around my waist, my hands cupping her ass while I lost myself in her.

Even though I wanted nothing more than to fill her up, I had to pace myself.

Tonight was all about giving her whatever she wanted.

I’d walk through fire and kneel before her if she asked it of me. I’d do anything for this woman.

Before Adela, I was a lost, wild animal who hadn’t known what it felt to love another. And even though our journey had its darkness, she still chose me.

And for that, I’d give her the goddamn world.

“Rafe,” she moaned, clutching to my shoulders for dear life. My name on that sharp tongue of hers was almost my undoing right there. She yelped as I abruptly pulled out.

“On your knees,” I demanded, forcing her down. “Open your pretty mouth.”

She obeyed, and I hissed a breath through my teeth when her lips wrapped around me. Her tongue dragged wickedly slow. She was doing it on purpose, teasing me mercilessly. My hand fisted in her hair, the other braced on the wall as she bobbed her head, spit running down her chin.

“Fuck–baby, you’re gonna make me–”

She pulled off with a pop and grinned. Teeth. The little brat grazed me with teeth. I smirked and grabbed her, hauling her up. I tilted my head, the silent command unmistakable.

Run. Again.

Eyes wide, breath trembling, she hurried down the stairs. I followed her more slowly, stalking her like prey. God, I loved this game. She clearly did, too. A woman usually so dominant in her everyday life wanted to be taken thoroughly.

She was in the living room, pretending to hide behind the couch. So fucking cute when she faked fear when we both knew she was aching for me to catch her.

I tackled her onto the couch, and she squealed as I pinned her face down onto the back cushion.

My blood pounded as I yanked her soaked panties down her thighs and thrust into her.

She was so fucking tight, already dripping, already pulsing around me.

My hips slammed against her ass as I drove in, over and over, one hand gripping her hair, the other on her hip.

“Fucking– Rafe –I can’t–”

“You can.” I gritted my teeth. “You will. ”

I wouldn’t stop. Not until she couldn’t walk tomorrow. Not until she was dripping with me. Not until her screams reminded every goddamn wall in this house who she belonged to.

My queen.

My wife.

She whimpered, writhing, her cunt squeezing me even tighter. I had to clench my jaw to focus.

“I love using this perfect little pussy,” I snarled, slamming into her. “So fucking good for me.”

“Rafe–too much,” she gasped. But I knew her. Knew her completely . And she wasn’t saying our safeword. She was right on the edge. I bit into her shoulder, thrusting deep and slow now, dragging every inch of me through her. Her breath caught–then she clamped down, her whole body locking up.

“There you go,” I murmured into her skin. “That’s my sweet girl.”

Her voice was high and raw, trembling beneath me as she came again. My girl was clawing at the cushions, moaning so loud the neighbors would know my name by morning. I didn’t care. I wanted the world to hear her fall apart.

“Please,” she begged.

“You started this, sweetheart,” I chuckled. “Gonna take my fucking cum now, baby,” I rasped, pounding into her harder, chasing it.

“No,” she whimpered, all bratty and breathless, and fuck , that made me lose it.

I pinned her down, muscles tensing while I emptied my load into her a second time.

She collapsed forward with a breathless laugh. “ Wow, Rafe…”

I chuckled, planting one hand beside her on the back cushion while I caught my breath. “If you want more,” I panted. “I need a little recoup time.”

She glanced back, flushed and glowing, hair wild around her face. “Are you tired already, Dark Monster ? ”

Another burst of laughter ripped from my chest. “You little minx. A little, yeah.” I winced, pulling away from her.

“What a shame,” she snorted, finally standing on shaky legs. My gaze snapped down, watching my cum trickle down her thighs. Christtt .

She stepped close, one hand reaching out to palm me, still rock hard. My eyes fluttered closed as her fingers wrapped around me and began to stroke slowly.