Ruthless King

“Yes. She’s part of the reason I find it so hard to trust. Mostly because of my father, but I will never be betrayed like that again. So I know what it feels like to be played. To think that you were an idiot because you couldn’t see that someone was working against you. But that’s on them. Not you.”

Jilly threw herself into his arms and held on tight. “I’m so glad that she didn’t kill you. The thought of never having you in my life terrifies me.”

“I feel the same way. About you.”

He held her as she cried, running his hand up and down her back until, finally, she pulled away. He grabbed some tissues to help clean her up.

“Sorry,” she muttered. “I ruined the moment didn’t I?”

“You could never ruin anything,” he told her. “And if you just want to lie here and watch a movie, we can.”

She shook her head. And he saw the need in her eyes. The desire. “No. That’s not what I want at all. I want you to take me. To remind me that I’m alive. Please? I want to feel something other than pain and sadness. Can you take me out of my head? So I don’t have to think at all?”

“I can do that, baby.” He rubbed his thumb against the apple of her cheek. “But you’re going to obey me.”

He saw the shudder run through her.

“I will.”

“Good girl. Now, get off the bed and strip.”

This is what she needed.To get out of her head for a while. To stop thinking and just feel.

She climbed off the bed and took off his shirt and her panties. It was still hard to be naked in front of him. Unless she was so aroused that she forgot to think.

He stared at her hungrily and she felt her confidence in herself grow.

“Such a beautiful girl.” He moved to the side of the bed and parted his legs. “Stand here.” Regent pointed at the spot on the floor between his feet.

She stood between his legs. They were roughly the same height now.

“Lift your breast. Offer it to me.”

Cupping her right breast, she held it up. Leaning down, he suckled on it until she was pressing her thighs together as pleasure filled her, making her clit throb.

He played with her nipple, toying with it. Using his teeth and tongue to torture her.

Suddenly, he drew back and she swayed. Quickly, he grabbed her and, turning her, set her on his thighs. Her legs were now on either side of his as she faced away from him. He still had his legs open which meant she was spread wide.

Reaching down, he cupped her mound. “Put your hands behind my head and keep them there. You know what happens if you disobey.”

Her heart racing, she did what he said. As soon as she was in place, he speared her with two fingers.

She cried out. Not in pain, in pleasure.

God, she was so ready for him. She needed him so badly.

“Shh,” he told her as he drew his fingers out. “I want you to be quiet. I want you to hear how much you need me. How wet you are.”

He quickly impaled her with his fingers.

In and out.

And she could hear how wet she was. It was both embarrassing and, surprisingly, a turn-on.

“I love how much I turn you on. You were made for me, sweet girl.”

He drew his fingers free and she heard him suck on them.