Page 120 of Unforgiving Queen

Thrust.“That’s my cinnamon girl.”Thrust.“Who does this pussy belong to?”

I had enough sense to grit my teeth and not answer for fear of falling deeper into him like a stupid, romantic fool.

He gave my hair another thug. “Who does it belong to?”

“Stop talking,” I panted, so close to orgasm. “And just fuck me so I can come.”

His dark chuckle reverberated through the suite, maybe even his whole yacht. Without warning, he flipped me around so I was on my back. He brought his hand to my throat, pressing me into the mattress.

He lined his cock to my throbbing pussy and I arched my back, needing him to finish this. To finish me. The tip of his cock pressed against my entrance. A moan tore from my throat, vibrating against his palm.

“You want my cock?” He lowered the tip of his hard shaft inside me and I whimpered needily. “Beg for it.” Why did that feel so erotic and degrading? Even worse, why did I like it? “Your pussy craves my cock.”

My core throbbed harder at his filthy words.

“Please, Amon,” I panted. “Please fuck me.”

He lifted one of my legs and hooked it over his shoulder to give himself a better angle, then started thrusting. He hit spots that turned me into a mindless woman.

“My cock is going to wreck your pussy,” he growled. “It won’t remember anyone else.”Thrust. “Fucking ever!”

His name was a whimper on my lips as he pounded into me. My nails dug into his biceps as he fucked me harder, our groans colliding, the slap of our bodies filling the space.

This man ruined me. I shouldn’t let him inch his way back into my life. Not that I could find the will to stop him. I rolled my hips, greedy for more. This was just a physical attraction and a need being met. Nothing more; nothing less.

The Amon from three years ago had been sweet. This Amon was savage, rough, and so fucking delicious that I shuddered around him as he fucked me like a man possessed, stealing my breath.

Sweat gleamed on his skin and taut muscles corded his neck. He kept hitting that sweet spot, spearing pleasure through me. Black dots danced across my vision as I climbed higher and higher to my orgasm.

“Oh God… I’m going to… Yes.” I gasped for air, an electric sensation shooting through me. He pulled out only to ram back in until my moans echoed all around us. His thrusts turned wilder and more savage until all my energy was wrung out of me.

“Oh fuck!” I screamed as pleasure blazed through me, stars dancing in my vision.

Everything—memories, worries, thoughts—vanished, leaving only mind-numbing pleasure in its wake. Amon kept fucking me through my orgasm, my pussy clenching his length, until he finally came with a feral, guttural sound.

He collapsed on top, still inside me. He kissed me like he couldn’t get enough. Like heneededme.

His cum filled me and his next move made me so hot and bothered that I could have orgasmed all over again. He rubbed my clit with his cum before he thrust it back into my pussy.

As our breathing eased and pleasure slowly faded, reality of what I’d done slammed into me with a startling clarity.

But before I could freak out, Amon’s fingers wrapped tighter around my neck as he whispered, “You’re fucking mine and nobody else can have you.” He stroked my cheek while I stared dumbly at him. “I need you to trust me on what I’m about to do.”

I blinked, confused.

“What are you about to do?” He didn’t answer. Instead, he got up, pulled on a pair of gray sweatpants—fuck, he looked so good in them—and then headed for the door. “Amon, what’s going on?”

He stopped, his hand on the door handle, then glanced over his shoulder. “Everything will be the way it was supposed to be three years ago. Trust me.”

Then he disappeared from the room.

Click.

I jumped out of bed, my legs slightly unsteady, and ran toward the door, yanking on the knob.

The goddamn bastard locked me in the room.

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