Page 47 of Monsters Wear Crowns (Crowned Monsters Duet #1)

(TW: Mild Consensual non consent)

The steam curled around me as I stepped out of the bathroom, toweling off my damp hair.

The hot shower had melted some of the tension from my muscles, but nothing ever truly rid me of it.

Not when I lived in a house that wasn’t mine.

Not when I was playing house with a monster who both ruined and worshipped me in equal measure.

Two days had passed without so much as a word from Moreau, thank fuck .

When I returned the morning after visiting his place, I felt awful.

I was a fool. A stupid, horrid fool. I didn’t want anyone but Rafe, but that hunger threw most of my logic out the goddamn window.

I hated myself and hoped that Moreau wouldn’t mention it.

I don’t know what would happen or how Rafe would react. I knew it wouldn’t be fucking good.

But at least Rafe seemed to take this relationship stuff seriously. He’d been actually a fantastic boyfriend. He cooked breakfast, drank wine with me by the fire, and woke me up in the middle of the night with his head between my legs. I was a lucky fucking woman.

I slid into a pair of soft pink pajama shorts, the silky fabric skimming the tops of my thighs, and pulled on a fitted tank. My bare feet padded over the cool floors as I crossed into the walk-in closet, intending to grab something warmer–

But the moment I stepped inside, a shadow moved behind me.

I barely had time to register it before Rafe was there, blocking the doorway.

Within seconds, his arms trapped me against the shelves lined with neatly arranged rows of his clothes.

His body was a wall of heat at my back, a presence that stole the air from my lungs.

“Going somewhere, lovely?” His voice was low, edged with amusement.

I exhaled slowly, my pulse spiking. “To grab a sweater.”

His lips brushed my ear. “You won’t need it.”

A shiver raced down my spine, but I kept my stance firm. “You like bossing me around, don’t you?”

He chuckled, the sound dark and sensual. “You love being bossed around, baby.” His fingers skimmed the hem of my shorts, tracing featherlight touches over my exposed skin. My breath caught when he dipped his head, kissing just beneath my ear and then lower down the side of my neck.

I swallowed, my hands curling into fists. “We just did this.” And we did. I had swallowed his come after he finger-fucked me into oblivion.

“We’ll do it again,” he murmured against my skin, his voice thick with possession. “And again.”

I turned my head just enough to meet his gaze, to see the hunger there–the hunger that never seemed to abate when it came to me. His pupils were blown wide, his expression full of wicked intent. How was I ever tempted by another man? When this one was obsessed with me?

“You look so soft like this,” he mused, tracing his knuckles down my arm. “Fresh from the shower, smelling like lavender. No armor. No fight left in you. I can’t fucking resist.”

I glared. “There’s always fight left in me.”

His lips curved into a smirk. “Then fight me, Adela.”

And then he spun me, pressing me into the shelves, his mouth colliding with mine.

I gasped, and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue sweeping against mine, slow but devastating.

His hands gripped my waist, his fingers slipping beneath the fabric of my tank, palming the bare skin beneath.

I arched into him, the silk of my shorts doing nothing to stop the heat rolling off his body.

“I’m fucking addicted to your body,” he muttered against my lips.

I smiled, digging my nails into his back. And then, he reached for his tie. It was smooth between his fingers as he slid it from its place, the deep charcoal-gray silk whispering through the air. He watched me, letting the anticipation build before he lifted it.

“Hands,” he ordered, voice low.

I bit my lip, but obeyed, offering them up to him.

He wound the tie around my wrists, tugging it tight enough to make me gasp, before raising a brow. “Too tight?”

I shook my head. Perfect.

A satisfied hum rumbled from him before he reached for another. The second tie–black and just as soft–slid between my lips, a slow, teasing movement as he wrapped it around the back of my head, securing it in place.

I moaned at the sensation, at the delicious control he wielded so easily.

“Much better,” he murmured, his fingers tracing my jaw.

My breath turned shallow, my heart pounding as he leaned in, his mouth barely caressing my ear.

“Now,” he said wickedly. “Let’s see how quiet you can be for me.” His hands tightened, and the next thing I knew, he was lifting me onto one of the lower shelves. He crowded into me, his body pressing between my thighs, caging me completely.

“I’m going to take what I want,” he said, voice rough, strained. “I’m in the mood to fucking drain you so you’re too tired to fight back.”

I held his gaze, my chest rising and falling. I nodded eagerly. Fuck . I knew what he was interested in. My darkest fantasy.

A growl rumbled in his throat, and then he yanked my silk shorts down my legs. I barely had time to readjust on the shelf before he kneeled before me. My hands were tied in my lap when he wrenched my legs wider.

“My sweet girl,” he murmured, kissing up the insides of my thighs. My eyes rolled back the moment his tongue swirled over my clit.

Fuck .

He didn’t hesitate. He gently licked and kissed as if he were worshipping me. My mind reeled. No man had ever made me feel like a fucking goddess before. I closed my eyes, reveling in his soft lips, my body already heating.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he whispered, reaching up to pull my tank down, revealing both breasts. My nails dug into the wooden shelf when he growled against my clit.

Rafe continued to tease me endlessly, pulling me close to the edge and stopping, purposely glancing up through dark lashes at me. “Do you want to come?” he asked, his lips hovering over my aching clit.

I whimpered, my teeth biting into his tie.

“Be a good girl and come on my tongue.”

I nodded quickly, almost crying from relief.

“I’ve been gentle,” he purred. “But this will be anything but.”

Before I could raise my brows in confusion, he pressed a large hand on my chest, shoving my back against the wall. I inhaled sharply, not at all expecting that. His hands tightened on my hips as he yanked my ass closer. And when his mouth found my clit again, I cried out.

Fuck.

Fuck.

He was fucking devouring me.

He held me down so hard that I couldn’t move, ripping me toward one of the most insane orgasms of my fucking life.

His tongue and lips were greedy . Tears welled in my eyes, and I whimpered while he expertly guided me to the edge.

I couldn’t escape. I couldn’t move. He was a predator consuming his prey.

My legs trembled beneath his grip, and his breath quickened, sensing how close I was.

And then I shattered entirely, nearly sobbing as ecstasy blasted through me in intense waves.

“There you go, baby,” he growled against me. “Such a sweet fucking pussy.”

I wanted to talk, to tell him , holy shit .

But the tie prevented words. So I just whined when he stood.

His eyes were dark as he stared down at me, swiftly unbuttoning his pants.

And within the next second, he buried himself in my drenched pussy.

My body was startled by his sudden entry, his thick cock stretching me deliciously.

“It’s too much,” I whined through the tie, yet I dug my nails into his biceps.

I loved the pleasure and the pain that came from his size.

“ Fuck , Dela,” he panted, immediately setting a strong pace. My eyes rolled back, lost in pure euphoria. Cedar and woodsmoke filled my senses, his breathy grunts absolutely wrecking me. “That’s my gorgeous girl,” he rasped, wrapping a hand around my throat. “You take me so well.”

The moan that escaped me would have usually embarrassed me, but I felt no shame. This man was a fucking god. I pressed my tied hands against his chest, attempting something.

Rafe picked up on it quickly, a smirk gracing his lips. “Don’t try to push me away, baby, when I can feel how fucking wet I made you.”

My head kicked back against the wall while he continued slamming into me. I pushed harder, attempting to inch away from him.

He laughed, yanking me closer, fully seated inside me. “You’re tied up. You’re not going anywhere.”

Before he continued, he looped a finger inside the tie around my mouth and pulled it down. His icy eyes seared into mine, daring me to use my safeword. But I just grinned, biting my bottom lip. He nodded in acknowledgment, understanding that he had my consent.

God, he was so good to me.

“I’m going to put this back on,” he whispered, tying the tie back in place so I couldn’t speak. “If you want me to stop at any point, hit the shelf twice, okay?”

I nodded, melting beneath his gaze.

And then, he switched into a different character. A muscle in his jaw ticked, and his eyes darkened as he spread my thighs wider. “Open your fucking legs for me.”

His strong body pinned me, and as he picked up speed, he let his head fall back. My pussy clenched tighter around him, seeing how much he enjoyed my body.

He pulled out of me, jerking off on my clit. My body jolted at the wild pleasure. “Look at you,” he bit his lip, watching me writhe. I suddenly had to remember what character I was playing. I shoved away from him like I hated that I was enjoying it.