Page 123 of Coal Hearts

I cried out as he rode me.

Harder than I’d ever been taken.

His bunched thighs drove up and his strong arms held my weight. His washboard stomach flexed against mine with every plunge. Over and over and over.

I didn’t look behind him at the many men watching. I didn’t label myself as a whore or a slave or a jewel. For a few precious minutes, I was just Ilyana, and he was just Henri.

A man intent on devouring me.

Bruising me.

Making me his in every way.

“Christ, I never thought you’d feel like—fuck.”

Frustration built. Three times he’d started that sentence and three times he’d cut himself off.

I wanted to know.

Needed to know.

“Tell me,” I gasped into his ear as his pace increased, his cock thickening into iron. His grunts poured fuel on the decimating flames in my heart.

He froze for a second before driving painfully deep.

I worried he wouldn’t answer.

That our whispers were too dangerous, especially in full view of everyone, but then...his lips tickled my ear, sending a scattering of goosebumps. “You feel... merde, j’ai l’impression que tu es faite pour moi.” (You feel as if you were made for me.)

I sucked in a breath.

I tried to unravel the complications of that confession, but Henri lost himself.

He switched from stiffly fucking me in front of an audience to giving me everything that he was.

His hips pistoned with feral claiming.

His touch wild and animalistic.

Wedging me against the pole, he dragged one hand to my mouth and clamped his fingers over my lips. With his forehead on mine, he pressed his mouth to the back of his hand, kissing me through his gag.

And then, he let go.

Barbaric and vicious.

Over and over, again and again.

Bruising and gasping, taking and having. He used me. Claimed me. Killed me.

He didn’t last long.

His entire body went tense. Eyes snapped closed as he strained for a different kind of death.

He came.

As quickly and explosively as a firework.

Deep, deep inside me, he spurted and shuddered, coming with a guttural moan, feeding me his release, coating me in seed after only knowing me for a single night and day.