Page 19 of Monsters Wear Crowns (Crowned Monsters Duet #1)

The next thing I knew, my back hit the cool surface of my marble counter, and Rafe was pushing my dress up a little higher, his eyes dark and wild as they raked over me.

“You’re so beautiful when you surrender,” he whispered, his fingers tracing fire along my skin.

“But I wonder...” he leaned closer, his breath hot against my ear.

“How beautiful you’ll be when you break.

You might crave a man who will use you, but I crave the feeling that comes after breaking a powerful woman. That’s why we’re perfect together.”

The words sent a shudder through me, and his eyes flared with satisfaction.

And then his mouth was on my right breast, and I stopped trying to fight the fire.

His hands were everywhere, setting my skin ablaze as he leaned over me.

My head fell back, and his mouth followed, dragging along the line of my throat with teeth and tongue until I was gasping.

His hands gripped my hips and dragged me to the edge of the counter until there was nothing between us but his pants and the frantic rhythm of our breathing.

“Tell me,” he dared, his voice low and rough. “Tell me you how fucking bad you want me.”

I couldn’t. I was already too far gone. Instead of answering, I sat up and pulled him closer, my nails biting into his shoulders.

A dark, guttural groan rumbled in his chest, sending a delicious shiver down my spine.

Then his mouth was on mine again, claiming, demanding.

His kiss was a warning and a promise all at once.

He only broke away long enough to shrug off his suit jacket, followed by his shirt, and my breath hitched.

Fuck.

My gaze raked over him–over the ridges of muscle, the taut planes of his stomach, the dark ink snaking around his bicep and curling over his shoulder. A black serpent woven between intricate, sharp-edged flowers, both deadly and beautiful, just like him.

I wanted to trace it with my tongue.

His hands slid up my thighs, pushing my dress higher. Every inch of exposed skin sent my pulse into a frantic rhythm, and the heat between my legs became unbearable. When his fingers reached the edge of my panties, I gasped, my body already begging. His lips curled into a wicked smile.

“Breathe, Adela,” he murmured, his voice like velvet and sin as his fingers slipped inside me again. “I’m just getting started.”

“Oh, god,” I moaned, my eyes rolling back as his skilled fingers worked.

“ Say it ,” he demanded, his voice a rough whisper.

“No.”

The word was defiant, but my body betrayed me with every slow stroke of his fingers inside of me. Arching closer, I chased his touch even as I fought to keep my pride.

He chuckled. A dark, satisfied sound. My eyes rolled back as he pulled his fingers back.

His touch, his warmth, I hated not being completely enveloped in it.

When his hands finally slipped beneath the last barrier of fabric, I stopped thinking altogether.

My back arched, my fingers tangling in his hair as his touch turned slow and devastating.

He watched me as he removed my dress entirely, his eyes dark and hungry.

I couldn’t even bring myself to care how undone I already was. But it wasn’t enough.

“Rafe,” I whispered, my voice breaking.

“I know,” he soothed, his mouth brushing my jaw. “But you’ll have to beg me for it.”

“Never.”

His teeth grazed my throat while his fingers absolutely tortured my aching pussy. “Then I suppose we’ll be here all night.”

My breath came fast and shallow, my body already trembling as Rafe pushed me closer to the edge with every slow, devastating touch.

I loved this little game. It felt like a dance between I don’t know if I want to do this and I want you to fuck my brains out.

He watched me fall apart, his eyes dark with hunger and something far more dangerous.

Something that both excited and terrified me.

Possession .

“Beg me,” he whispered again, his voice rough and low, a command pressed hot against my throat. “ Now. ”

I wanted to say no. I wanted to be defiant. Hold onto the last thread of dignity between us. But when his fingers slid lower, parting me with a teasing stroke that hit exactly where I needed, the word ripped from my mouth. “Please, Rafe.”

That was all he needed. He growled, deep and satisfied, and in one fluid motion, he scooped me into his arms. My legs clung to his waist, his body hard and hot beneath me. I could feel his impossibly large cock pressing between my thighs as he carried me through the dark apartment.

The world blurred until he tossed me down onto the bed. I hit the cool sheets with a gasp, my heart pounding as he stood over me, looking like sin in human form–his jaw clenched, his body tense with restraint. His eyes were all heat and hunger.

“Look at you,” he murmured, yanking my thighs apart. “So fucking wet for me.”

He dropped to his knees and buried his face between my legs, licking a long, torturous stripe over my clit that made me cry out.

His tongue was wicked and relentless, and when I tangled my fingers in his hair and arched, he didn’t slow.

He held me down and feasted like a man starved. My thighs trembled around his face.

When I came, I broke around him, my cry half a sob, half his name.

Rafe stood, wiped his mouth, and stripped like he couldn’t get rid of his clothes fast enough. My gaze dropped to his cock–thick, long, perfect. He watched me watch him, stroking himself slowly as if daring me to look away.

“You’re mine,” he said, voice dark and certain, as he dragged the tip of his cock along my slick, aching pussy. “ Say it. ”

I spread my legs wider, offering myself to him without shame. “I’m yours.”

He slammed into me in one rough thrust, and I screamed.

My back arched, nails raking down his back as he filled me completely.

There was no pause, no restraint–just the brutal, addictive rhythm of his hips crashing into mine.

He bent over me, biting at my nipples, sucking bruises onto my chest. Every drag of his cock hit deep, his grip bruising on my hips as he pulled me to the edge of the bed and fucked me like he owned every piece of me.

“You like that?” he growled against my ear. “You like being my good little fuck toy?”

I could barely form words. Just moaned and nodded, whimpering his name with every thrust.

“Touch yourself,” he ordered, voice rough. “Show me how desperate you are to come again.”

My hand slid between us, fingers circling my clit. It took no time at all before a second orgasm ripped through me like a damn explosion. Rafe cursed, loud and filthy, as I clenched around him. God, he knew how to fuck.

Knew how to tear me apart and stitch me back together with every brutal, perfect thrust. His eyes roved over me as if he couldn’t get enough, like every inch of me was his favorite sin.

He pulled away with a growl, standing over me, his cock still buried deep, watching the way I took him–how my tits bounced with every ruthless drive of his hips.

That look in his eyes… it was pure fucking fire.

Possession. Hunger. Worship twisted with ruin.

My fists twisted in the sheets, hips rolling to meet his punishing rhythm.

I was wound so tight it felt like my body might break.

Every slam of his cock hit deep, stretching me, splitting me open for him.

“You feel so fucking good, Adela,” he snarled, the words ripped straight from his chest, rough and primal.

He pounded harder, deeper–forcing a cry from my throat that filled the room, only barely drowned by the savage rhythm of skin slapping skin.

His hands traced every curve, claiming me, molding me, until he cupped my breasts and squeezed, thumbing over my nipples until I gasped.

“You’re fucking perfect,” he said, voice ragged. Then he leaned forward and wrapped his hand around my throat, just enough to make me dizzy. His fingers stretched, meeting at the nape of my neck, a reminder of how big he was. How easily he could break me. And he was breaking me.

Every brutal thrust made me his, dragged pleasure from me like he owned it, like my body didn’t get a say. Maybe it didn’t. Maybe he’d already claimed every part of me.

A whimper escaped as he gripped my hip and adjusted my angle just right–his cock hitting that spot with obscene accuracy, grinding against my clit with every devastating stroke.

It was too much. I was unraveling fast, the tension in my core coiling tight, too tight–until it snapped. I came with a scream, body clenching around him. My nails clawed into his arms, dragging down his skin. My vision blurred. My entire body shook. Rafe didn’t stop.

He chased me through it, fucked me right through the orgasm like he was determined to annihilate me. Three goddamn orgasms. No man had ever–

“There you go, gorgeous,” he growled, voice shredded with need, breath hot against my mouth. “So fucking good for me.”

He thrust harder, deeper, hunting his own release. His jaw was tight, chest heaving, muscles flexing above me, slick with sweat. And fuck, he looked like a god–dangerous, beautiful, mine.

He flipped me onto my stomach, yanked my hips up, and drove into me from behind, one hand tangled in my hair, the other gripping my throat.

“Come for me,” I gasped, nearly choking from his strength. “Come inside me, Rafe. Please.”

His rhythm faltered. A brutal sound tore from his throat. “Fuck.” His grip on my hips turned savage as he slammed into me one last time so deep it made me cry out again, and then he spilled inside me, groaning my name.

He stayed there, panting, trembling, his breaths hot against my ear as he gave a few more slow, deep thrusts, wringing every drop of release from both of us.

Then he snatched my face, bringing my mouth to his.

It was messy and perfect, with him still buried inside me.

And when he finally pulled back, breathless and soaked in sweat, he stared down at me like he was already addicted.

“You’re never fucking anyone else again,” he growled, voice rough with satisfaction.

I should’ve been scared. Maybe I was. But all I could do was smile. Because nothing in this world had ever felt as good as his cock still pulsing inside me. And I knew, with terrifying certainty, that I’d let him destroy me all over again.

“Neither are you,” I breathed.

And he kissed me again, pushing his thickness even deeper.

“ Wouldn’t even dream of it.” The scent of sex and sweat filled the air, a heady perfume that clung to our skin, a reminder of our passion.

The room was a mess, sheets tangled and damp, pillows askew, but none of that mattered.

All that mattered was him, us, our bodies entwined, our breaths mingling, our hearts beating as one.

The world outside could wait. This...this was everything.