Page 49 of Monsters Carve Thrones (Crowned Monsters Duet #2)

I could go again. God, I wanted to. With her, I could go all damn day and night.

Then– smack .

A sharp slap cracked across my cheek. My eyes snapped open.

The little hellcat grinned.

Without hesitation, I snatched her by the throat again, the pads of my fingers pressing against the back of her neck. Her pulse fluttered under my grip. She didn’t flinch. Just kept smiling.

Jesus, she really was going to drain me dry.

“Fuck off,” she hissed, eyes glittering.

Oh .

My grin turned feral. “Oh, that’s what you want?” I growled. “You want to pretend you don’t want it? You want me to take what’s mine?”

She nodded once. The message was clear.

I tilted my head, my eyes boring into hers. Huh, she was challenging me. Before she could come up with another snarky comment, I moved. I lifted her by the waist and threw her over my shoulder.

“Rafe–” she gasped, nails digging into my bare back.

“You think we’re done?” I laughed darkly. “We’re just getting started, love.”

Up the stairs and down the hall to the bedroom. I kicked the closet door open and shoved her inside, slamming it shut behind us. Darkness wrapped around us instantly. She stumbled back against the wall, her breathing jagged and uneven.

The panic was immediate. Raw. Visceral.

I could taste her fear, locked in a dark space with the demon she invited.

She tried to move, but I caught her ankle and dragged her down. Her body hit the plush rug with a soft thud, her protests muffled as I flipped her onto her back. Neither of us could see a damn thing, and somehow, that made it even hotter. More dangerous and primal.

But I knew where I kept a flashlight.

I reached blindly to the shelf, fingers finding the smooth metal. With a click, I flipped it on and pointed the narrow beam at her. She flinched from the sudden light, wide-eyed and trembling. A sharp laugh escaped me.

We hadn’t played like this before. Not in the dark. Not with fear so close to the surface.

Before she could catch her breath, I dropped between her legs, forcing her knees wide and crawling over her like a predator closing in.

“Hands above your head,” I said, setting the flashlight aside, the beam angled just enough to illuminate her chest.

She obeyed instantly, wrists slipping into shadow, fingers brushing the low-hung coats behind her. She was trembling. With anticipation. With hunger. Maybe a little with fear.

Perfect .

I dragged her tank top up, exposing her breasts, already marked with a few dark bite bruises, nipples stiff in the chill. I leaned down and bit one again, just to hear her gasp. Then I reached for her skirt, yanking it down her legs.

She resisted. Wrong move.

“Don’t fucking move,” I snapped, ripping the fabric down rougher this time, making her gasp.

“No!” she cried out, squirming, trying to roll over and crawl away.

“No chance, little doe.” I caught her again and yanked her back flat, pinning her with my weight. Her breath stuttered as I hovered over her.

“Get off of me.” She shoved at my chest, but it was no use.

“Shut the fuck up,” I hissed into her ear. “You’re going to lay here and be a good girl. You fight? It gets worse.”

She stilled. Her eyes widened, but I saw a smile almost tug at her lips. “Yes, sir.”

God, this was sick. Twisted. And we both wanted it that way. A part of me hated how much I loved this, but only because I loved her too much to ever do it if she didn’t beg for it first. But she had. Again and again.

And now I was going to give her exactly what she needed.

I gripped the base of my cock and teased her. “You’re still so soaked,” I muttered, dragging it over her clit. “My little cumwhore.”

“ Get off ,” she hissed, shoving at my chest. “I’m not your fucking whore.”

I shook my head with a laugh, pushing the tip of my cock into her. She tried scrambling back, but I slammed into her in one devastating thrust, and her scream echoed through the closet.

My fingers gripped the carpet beside her shoulders as I drove into her, the whole world narrowing to the feel of her.

Her legs trembled, her nails clawing at my chest. I caught one of her wrists and pinned it down beside her head, then bit into her shoulder as I thrust deeper–brutal and goddamn raw.

She arched off the floor, her body begging for more even if she was telling me to stop, her pussy clutching me so tight it was nearly unbearable. “I’ll be a good girl for you,” she gasped. “Just–slow down.”

“No,” I growled against her neck. “Open your fucking legs.” I forced her thighs wider, angling deeper, hitting every spot that made her lose her goddamn mind. Her cries broke into sharp gasps, echoing off the walls and velvet-lined shelves.

“Rafe–Rafe, please!”

“Shut up,” I snarled. “You’re mine . You hear me?”

She nodded frantically, already on the edge. Then, a sob broke from her chest. Her legs trembled, her hands shoving at my chest, her body shattering as I drove her into oblivion. Her pussy convulsed around me, and I cursed violently.

“Wanna know something, baby?” I murmured, grinding into her with a slow, rough thrust that made her moan. “You’ve already taken two loads… so now I can fuck you for a while .”

Adela whimpered, breathless with a laugh, trying to squirm away. I let her. Pulled out. Watched her body shudder with the loss of me. She crawled a few feet across the plush rug, thinking I’d let her escape.

Nope .

I grabbed her hips and dragged her ass back against me, slamming home with a growl. “Aw, thought you could get away, little doe?” I laughed darkly, pounding into her from behind.

She cried out, voice cracking. Her body shook with every punishing thrust.

I gripped her ass, bit her shoulder, and kept going. “There you go,” I snarled, driving deep. “Take my cock like the good little wife you are.”

She clenched around me in response, but I wasn’t even close to done. After a few minutes, I pulled out again and flipped her over. She blinked up at me, flushed and panting.

“On your back,” I ordered. “I want to see your pretty face.”

She spread for me without hesitation, her chest heaving. God, she was perfect.

I shoved her knees up and pushed into her, her cry sharp as I moved. Her hands flew to my chest, almost like she was pushing me away. Her tits bounced with every thrust. Her mouth parted, her moans spilling out freely.

“You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” I groaned, pounding her harder.

She choked on a moan. “God, please–”

“God?” I laughed, snatching her chin and forcing her gaze to mine. “Not even he can save you from me. I’ve got my fucking claws so deep in you, and I’m not letting you go.” The words tore from my chest in a savage growl.

“Rafe–”

“ Look at me ,” I demanded. “Eyes on mine when you come on my cock.”

When her next orgasm shattered through her, I pressed deep and held, letting her feel every inch of me. Her perfect body arched, and her eyes rolled back–

Still not done.

I pulled out again and stood, grabbing her by the thighs. She blinked in confusion until I yanked her up into my arms, carried her a few feet to the bedroom wall, and pinned her there. Her legs wrapped around me instinctively.

“Hold on,” I rasped, burying myself back inside.

She yelped, nails clawing at my shoulders as I fucked her against the wall, her back thudding with every thrust. Photos crashed to the floor, and she sobbed into my shoulder.

Her heat was endless, enough to literally drown me.

I was fucking losing myself in her, memorizing how she felt wrapped around me, taking me perfectly.

She was whimpering now, barely able to breathe.

“Rafe, oh fuck – ”

I kissed her hard, swallowing her moan, my pace unrelenting. My arms locked under her thighs, her entire body jerking with each savage thrust.

I could feel it building. It was hot and unbearable.

One more position.

I pulled her off the wall and dropped to my knees on the bedroom floor, laying her flat. Her legs were shaking, her pussy glistening and begging. I pressed her thighs apart and slid back in, seating myself fully. “Ugh, fuck, baby,” I groaned, pinning down her hips.

“Oh my god,” Her moans cracked into whimpers.

I slammed into her over and over, her pussy gripping me like she never wanted to let go.

I didn’t hold back. “Take it,” I growled, voice ragged.

“Take my fucking cum like a good girl.” My hands held her in place as I spilled inside her again, her pussy draining my goddamn soul.

My mind broke apart, my hands shaking from the sheer force of it.

I rode her through until the pleasure was absolutely blinding .

I collapsed on top of her, panting. Her fingers found mine and laced tight.

We laid there for what seemed like an hour, ruined and breathless.

And I still wasn’t entirely sure who had won the game.

But God, I would never mind losing to her.

***

Steam curled around us as I turned on the shower, adjusting the temperature until it was just right. She stepped in first, and I followed, closing the glass door behind us.

Her back was to me, head tilted under the stream, water slicking down every inch of her perfect body. I reached for the body wash and poured some into my palm before gently smoothing it over her shoulders, arms, and the curve of her waist.

“You’re being soft now,” she teased, eyes fluttering shut as I massaged her back.

“Mm,” I hummed, pressing a kiss to the nape of her neck. “You’ve earned soft. And I like touching you when I’m not nearly breaking the furniture.”

She laughed, the sound like music echoing off the tile. “That desk was definitely about to break.”

I chuckled, rinsing her off, then turned and handed her the shampoo. “Your turn.”

She grinned and ran her fingers through my hair, lathering slowly and thoroughly, nails gently scratching my scalp. I closed my eyes and leaned into her touch.

“God, that feels good.”

“I could get used to this,” she murmured, fingers threading through my wet hair.

“You already have.”

She smiled at that. “I obviously love it when you’re rough with me…” she started, her gaze locking right on mine. “But there’s something so entirely special about when you touch me as if I were a flower. I feel safe with you, even your dark side.”

My heart skipped over itself.

Once we were both rinsed and clean, I tugged her toward me again, kissing her passionately, but without urgency this time. Just love.

She whispered into the space between our lips, “I love you, Rafe. I’m so grateful for you.”

I kissed her again, pressing her back into the warm tile of our bathroom, my arms braced around her. “I love you too,” I said. “You have me. Forever.”

Her hands slid up my chest, resting over my heart. “Forever.”

We got out slowly, toweling off in easy silence. I pulled on a pair of grey sweatpants, running a towel through my hair while she slipped into a black pajama set–loose shorts, thin straps. She looked like trouble and comfort all in one breath.

I held the bedroom door open for her, watching the way her hips swayed just slightly. She shot me a look over her shoulder.

“You’re lucky I’m letting you sleep.”

“Baby, I don’t know how the hell you could want more.” I smirked. “You’re lucky I’m exhausted .”

We climbed into bed, and she curled into me, tucking her head beneath my chin, her arm wrapped around my waist.

“Tomorrow,” she murmured, voice heavy with sleep. “We’ll tell the others.”

“And harder training,” I said, already imagining how dangerous she’d be once she regained her full strength.

Her breath warmed my chest. “One last fire, Rafe. One last burn.”

I nodded, holding her tighter. She smiled against me, already drifting off. And as I laid there, her body wrapped around mine, I knew one thing for certain. Hell was coming, and we were going to be the ones to light the match.