Page 181 of Lethal King

If this is supposed to be the setup for some kind of trap, then so be it. He’s already taken my pussy hostage.

And maybe my heart too.

For a split second, my racing heart freezes against the insanity of that thought.

How could he possibly have your heart? You don’t have one, remember?

But when Rian’s thick wet tongue slides down my throat, I’m shocked back to life.

Fuck all of this second guessing.

Wrapping my fingers around Rian’s tie, I pull him into me. His massive bulge thrusts against my core. The pressure rises.

I need him to release it.

“You taste fucking delicious, angel,” Rian grunts, pushing into my hips with enough force to momentarily stop my heart again.

“Better than that wagyu?”

Our tongues tangle and my legs wrap around Rian’s hard waist as he smothers me with his massive body.

“Way better,” he grunts. Grabbing my throat, he holds me in place and kisses me so hard I almost choke on his tongue.

“How can you say for sure?” I rasp, releasing his tie as my hands mindlessly wander down to his belt. With a blind fury, I start to unbuckle his pants. I need what’s under that zipper. “You haven’t tasted all of me yet.”

My desire is mindless. All I can feel is a primal urge. It needs to be satisfied, and he needs to be the one who satisfies it.

“Which part of you haven’t I tasted yet?” Rian asks. Before I can answer, his fingers slip up my thighs. Passing over my holster and ignoring my gun, he finds my panties. “Oh, that’s right. How could I forget?”

A brutal gasp tears up my throat as Rian rips my panties into pieces.

“Be gentle,” I rasp, sliding off his belt. “… Or else my gun might go off.”

“Only one gun is going off tonight,” he growls, seamlessly unfastening my holster. “Mine.”

When Rian sticks his tongue in my ear, the world goes silent. I don’t even hear my gun hitting the floor. My back arches and my toes curl and I dig my nails into his back as I feel his pants fall down around his ankles.

“Don’t shoot too quick,” I demand.

In response, his giant fucking cock pushes under my upturned dress. I feel his swollen head pressing against my soaking lips. It pulls a high-pitched whimper from my lungs.

“I wouldn’t dream of it, angel,” Rian sneers. Pulling his tongue out of my ear, he reaches back down between my legs. “I’ll make sure you feel every last drop before I end this.”

With the swollen head of his thick cock pushing down against my clit, he dips the tips of two fingers into my leaking cunt. A warm shiver rages through my body. But I only get to experience two slow pumps before he carefully pulls out.

“You can do better than that,” I breathlessly push him.

“You’re right. Take a deep breath, angel. I’m about to defile all three of your tight little holes..”

I’ve hardly even opened my mouth to respond when Rian’s dripping fingers slide down my pussy and over my asshole.

“Holy shit,” I croak, my nails digging deeper into his powerful back.

His thick fingers break my virgin threshold. It feels like he’s ripping me apart. But it’s fucking amazing.

The deeper he slides those wet two fingers into my tight hole, the harder my ass cheeks clamp down around him. But Rian pushes through the resistance. Then, just when it feels like I might split in two, he pulls them back out.

“Open wide, angel,” he smiles. Lifting those two fingers up to his face, he studies them for a moment before turning them to me.