Page 183 of Lethal King

No. This feels so much better.

I don’t hate Rian for existing anymore.

Instead, I hate that he’s made me want him.

I hate that he’s making me fall for him.

And I especially hate that I can sense he feels the exact same way about me.

This sex is just as angry as any we’ve had before, but the anger is so much different. So much more beautiful.

It’s encompassed by this savage frustration that makes me want to tear out my own heart, just so I can choke Rian to death with it.

Look what you’ve done to us! I want to yell at him. You’ve made me care about my worst enemy. You’ve made me sympathize with him. You’ve made me need him.

If I wasn’t so close to heaven, I might have the sense to dread the twisted beauty of it all. Instead, all I can concentrate on is the pressure in my core; each time Rian thrusts into me, it cracks just a little bit more.

“I’m going to cum,” I heave, digging my nose into his broad shoulder.

“Do it already,” Rian growls.

My thighs are spanked raw. My ass is red and tender.

The pressure in my core bursts.

“You bastard,” I curse, screaming into his shoulder as I’m torn apart from the inside out.

“Tell me you love it,” Rian grunts, not slowing down. “Tell me you want more.”

“I want more,” I whimper. “Give me more.”

“Do you love it?”

When I hesitate to respond, Rian unsheathes his swollen cock from my dripping pussy.

“I… I love it,” I say, the emptiness he’s left behind threatening to eat me alive.

“That took you too long,” he sneers.

Prying my legs off from around his waist, he shoves my feet back to the floor. But I’ve only hardly come down to earth when he wraps his hands around my waist and spins me around.

“We can’t keep—”

Rian’s bulbous head digs between my ass cheeks and I shut up.

“Have you ever been fucked in the ass before, angel?” Rian asks.

“That’s none of your business,” I weakly snap, my cheeks flushing.

“I’ll take that as a no.”

His cock is so lubricated with the juices he just fucked out of my pussy that it hardly takes any effort to open my asshole up. But that doesn’t mean it’s smooth sailing.

The pressure is immense. If I thought his two fingers might tear me apart, they were nothing compared to the size of his starving cock.

To my surprise, Rian doesn’t immediately start to pound me from behind, though. Instead, he slides halfway in before stopping.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he growls.