Page 120 of Lethal King

I did that to him.

That big powerful beast was temporarily at my mercy. Just like he was in the security room. Just like he will be again.

Submitting to him can feel fucking incredible. But there’s nothing quite like twirling this lion around my pretty little finger.

I’ll get there again. And if I have to bend to his will a few more times before that, then so be it.

I won’t complain.

My neck snaps back just like his as the pressure in my core cracks. Rian’s thrusting cock throbs between my tight slick walls. He swells with anticipation.

I explode first.

Then, it’s his turn.

Stream after stream of thick cum shoots into my pussy. I slap him again, but this time, I don’t let my hand fall away.

Instead, I grab a handful of his thick, dirty blonde hair and hold on for dear life.

My toes curl beside my ears and my back extends and everything erupts in a fiery flash of searing ecstasy.

I struggle not to froth from the mouth as Rian pounds every last drop deep inside of me. But even when he’s empty, he stays embedded inside my pussy.

“I hope you learned your lesson, kitten,” he grumbles, finally unsheathing from me.

“What lesson?” I quietly croak.

Standing up, Rian finally lets my ass fall back to the floor. Still, he looms over top of me. Cum drips from the tip of his wet cock. His perfect body is stained in blood.

“That there is no escape,” he says, glaring down at me.

My heart sinks.

“You called me, Roz…” I suddenly remember. “Just now, you—”

“Get up,” Rian interrupts. Reaching a hand down, he offers to help me up.

But I don’t take his offer.

Instead, I gather a deep breath and roll onto my side. I’m surprised that Rian lets me push myself up. But the second I’m back on my feet, he grabs my arm and starts to lead me to the bathroom.

“What are you doing?” I ask, still half-lost in a state of lustful shock.

“I’m going to clean you up,” he says. “You’re a mess.”

“You’re one to talk.”

“That’s why you’re going to clean me up too.”

Stopping outside the frosted glass of a tall shower, Rian lets go of me. I don’t have the energy to do anything but watch as he turns on the water.

“Are you coming in or not?” he grunts.

The steam grows as he steps behind the frosted glass. For a moment, I don’t move.

My mind scrambles to make sense of everything. But through all the chaos, one thing seems to stand out.

He called me Roz.