Page 23 of Shattered King

I bury her mouth with a starving kiss. Fuck, that’s everything I’ve wanted.

Every night I dream about these lips and this tongue and her taste breaking me down until I’m nothing.

And now I’m having her, and it’s better than I ever thought.

Better than the nightmares said it’d be.

Better than when I stroked my cock in the shower thinking about taking her.

Every twisted little inch of her tongue makes me so fucking hard I feel like my cock might crumble or tear her into pieces.

I’m an animal then. No more thinking, only feeling.

Only the electric hum of need, and she’s my only desire.

I kiss her hard and fist her hair, making it hurt, wanting her to know I’ve got her and I won’t ever let her go again.

This happened, and it’s happening, and if we keep going, I doubt it’ll stop. I can’t keep my hands from her.

“Fuck, Fio,” I snarl as I drag her down into bed.

I pull her into my lap, making her straddle me as I devour her mouth and neck.

I tug off her shirt, throwing it aside, and cup her breasts in both hands, viciously squeezing as she gasps in surprise and pain.

“You’re so fucking pretty it makes me want to break you. ”

“You’re a fucked-up guy, you know that?”

“I know.” I pull her hair and bury her mouth with mine.

“And you fucking like it.” My tongue teases her lower lip before I kiss down to her bare breasts, her pink nipples stiff and lovely.

I lick them in circles before sucking hard, my other hand holding her hair tightly.

Her moans and gasps of bliss are like the noises hell must make if hell is where all the sinners end up. And the sinners are the most fun.

I’d burn with her. Burn for her too. I kiss her and stand, holding her tight as her legs wrap around my hips.

“Greedy fucking girl,” I chide, pushing her down until she’s bent over the bed. “You can’t keep your mouth off me.”

“And you can’t keep your hands to yourself.”

I drop to my knees, viciously ripping off her pajama bottoms. I let out a low, sensual chuckle. “No panties.”

“You sleep in underwear?”

“Most nights.”

“Guess that makes you special.”

I slap her ass hard and make her gasp. “Don’t be mouthy with me. I’ll shut you up with my thick cock if you keep that up.”

She stares at me, mouth hanging open. “Promise?” she whispers.

I snarl as I kiss her over her shoulder.

I throw my shirt aside and wrench off my pants until I’m only in my boxer briefs.

Then I’m behind her again, teasing her pussy with my hand.

She’s so wet she’s dripping honey into my palm.

I spread her wide and lick her from behind, snarling and unable to help myself, and right as her moans start to reach a loud feverish gasp, I spank her hard and pull back, pulling her hair and shoving my tongue between her teeth.

“Fuck, you prick,” she groans as I grind my dick into her ass. “I thought you weren’t teasing anymore.”

“You think I’m going to let you break like that? I’m having my fucking fun with you, Fiorella.”

“Bastard.” She grinds against me. “You’re such a selfish fucking asshole. You know that? You’re all the same, you mafia dickheads. You want me right now because you like my tits and you want to fuck me, but the second you’re finished, you’re out of here. Don’t act like you’re different.”

“What did I say about being mouthy?”

“Listen to you, what a big tough guy. Pushing around your little wife. You think you’re so fucking hard, Luca? You think you’re a big man?”

Excitement burns into my core. I step back, pulling off my boxer briefs, and she turns to face me.

She’s staring at me with fire in her eyes.

I grab her hair roughly, and her mouth opens, tongue sticking out.

I fist my cock and slide it into her mouth, making her eyes widen as her lips stretch to fit as much as she can.

She moves forward, hands on my thighs, jamming my dick deeper until it hits her throat.

She pulls back, gasping, and starts sucking in earnest.

“Look at you, filthy fucking girl. You’re so needy you’ll say whatever you have to say to get my big dick between your lips. God, you’re so fucking pretty on your knees, your mouth filled up, fucking quiet as you suck me off like the good slut you are.”

She whimpers as one hand slips between her legs.

I watch her pleasure herself, stroking her clit in slow circles as she sucks me faster, spit rolling down my shaft and down her chin, dangling in a string as she wipes it with one hand.

I pull her hair and make her gasp in shock as my dick pops out, and she strokes her pussy faster.

“Tell me I’m bad,” she begs, pleading, fingers sliding in and out faster. “Call me your slut again, Luca.”

“You’re a bad fucking girl, my little wife. You’re a mouthy slut, and I promise, I’m going to punish you. When we’re through, you’re going to be nothing but a mess in my bed.”

“Oh, fuck,” she says, head tilting back, eyes rolling. “Oh, fuck, oh, fuck?—”

I grab her by the hair and pull her to her feet. She yelps in shock, looking outraged.

“Did I say you could come?” I snarl as I bite her lower lip.

“You fucking?—”

I turn her around, shove her over the edge of the bed, spank her ass so hard it instantly leaves a red handprint, and fill her pussy with my spit-drenched cock.

Her back arches in surprise as pleasure and pain rip into her at the same time. She’s so fucking tight and warm. It takes all my willpower not to spill the instant I’m inside her. I’ve been wanting this so badly, and now she’s finally mine again.

“You’re everything,” I growl in her ear. “You’re beautiful. You’re sinful. You’re all fucking mine. And when you break, you’ll break with me inside you, with my name on your lips.”

“Oh, god, yes,” she says, pushing back against me. “Please, just fuck me.”

I can’t take it anymore. All this goddamn teasing. I’m a strong man but there’s only so much I can handle.

I rip into her. I’m a fucking fiend as I fill her pussy from behind. She screams her bliss and her fingers grab at the sheets as she pushes back into me, wanting more and more, the greedy fucking girl.

The world’s completely gone. All my past mistakes disappear.

All the dead littered in my wake no longer matter.

There’s only Fiorella, my wife, my future.

She’s life and joy. She’s the light I’ve been missing for so long.

I fuck her like a beast, tearing into her gorgeous little pussy, destroying her, making her mine, and she cries out for more.

“Luca, fuck, I’m so close,” she moans, pleading now. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

“You’re my fucking wife,” I snarl, ripping into her. “Say it. Tell me you’re my wife.”

“I’m your wife. I’m your wife! All of me!”

“You’re a bad fucking girl. You need your pussy filled. Say it. ”

“I’m bad! Fill my pussy! Fuck!”

“That’s right, baby, break for me. Shatter for me. Lose yourself in ruin and bliss, you dirty fucking girl.”

Her back arches and her eyes roll back again, and this time I don’t stop.

I stroke in and out and in again before reaching around to graze my fingers over her clit.

Her skin flushes as she comes, her pussy clenching down and spasming, and that finally does it.

She’s so goddamn beautiful as she floods all over my dick and explodes in gorgeous orgasm.

I can’t hold back anymore. All my control is washed away.

I finish deep inside her. It’s everything I’ve always needed. The release is so deep I can’t breathe for a few seconds after it’s over. I drag her against me, needing to feel her warmth and her skin. I pull her into bed and hold her in my arms, breathing the smell of her hair, tightening my grip.

“All mine,” I whisper as she snuggles in close. “And despite what you think, I’m not going anywhere.”

She holds me back. “We’ll see,” she whispers.

I don’t know what happened to this girl. I don’t know who hurt her. But I’ll figure it out. And when I do, I’ll burn the fucking world to make it right.

And if I can’t?

We’ll find a way to heal.

But first, I keep my arms wrapped around my wife so she knows I’m with her, no matter what, and we drift off to sleep together.