The Maleficent Faerie (Beloved Villains, #2)

by Rebecca F. Kenney

The Daenallan ruler, the Maleficent One, also known as the Void King.

“Hair as gold as the Triune Suns.” His voice is liquid darkness, a living threat. “Eyes blue as the sky. Beautiful as the dawn for which you are named. It is good to see you again, Princess.”

I’ve seen a number of decent dicks, but this one is impressive even in its flaccid state.

I did not expect to be staring at the Void King’s penis today.

And certainly not my increasing desire to lie down in front of my beautiful prisoner and let her put her foot on my throat.

Welll now

“Sometimes I need to be reminded,” he murmurs. “Reminded of what?” I whisper. “That I am enough. Even when I’m not.”

“The wings were part of a visceral glamour. A physical alteration so pervasive, so convincing, it required three extremely powerful casters. The Three Faeries.”

You are as you were meant to be—the human daughter of royal parents, Crown Princess of Caennith, and the future Conduit of Eonnula’s power.”

She grabs my throat, a frenzied grip. I tip my head back, dragging in air through my constricted windpipe. My cock swells harder, and my nipples tighten to sensitive beads.

“Fuck,” I choke. And then, another word slips out—a confession I didn’t intend. “Harder.”

“You sick asshole,” I whisper. But heat pools at my core, liquid and undeniable. My enemy gets hard when I choke him, and choking him makes me wet. How perverse is that?

“Put your foot on my neck.” “Gladly.” Holding onto the bedpost and placing my left foot carefully so as not to hurt his wing, I plant my right foot on his throat. “Shit, yes, little viper.” His cock jerks and his eyes roll up; he’s panting, his stomach flexing with each gasp. Relief and desperation churn in his gaze. “Tell me how much you hate me.”

Daammnn

“Stop talking.” “Make me.” He lowers his dark lashes, blinking at me slowly, insolently. Then he runs his tongue across his lips, a suggestive wet glide. “If I sit on your face,” I say, breathless, “you won’t be able to talk.” “True.” A spark of rabid excitement leaps into his eyes.

“Ask me nicely.” “Please, Princess.” His deep voice vibrates through his chest into my body. “Please sit on my face.”

I can’t breathe. But if I pass out while she’s coming on my face, I will count myself inexpressibly fortunate.

“You ruined my life, you beautiful fucking bastard.”

“Destroy me then,” he says hoarsely. “Be my goddess of doom, of vengeance.

I would let you suck me dry, little viper—I’d drink poison from your mouth, lick venom from your tongue.”

“I’m not that shallow,” I say sharply. “I don’t believe you just because you’re pretty and you have a beautiful cock.” Then I clap my hand over my mouth. A slow smile widens on his face. His dark lashes droop over eyes that glitter with delighted wickedness. “You think I have a beautiful cock?”

Don’t you ever fucking stop fighting, not ever. From now on, you are not allowed to give up on yourself. It’s not even an option, you hear me? You’re mine. You’re mine, and I want you here, you maleficent bastard—”

“You know best, Sire.” “I don’t, though. I only know that I’m drawn to her, that I like her as much as I lust for her. That her absence would wound me and her death would destroy me.” Kyan clears his throat. “I believe that’s called love, my King.” “It’s terribly inconvenient.” “Love usually is.”

The inky color of his fingers spreads up his arms, flowing over his skin. His shoulders swell, ripping through the black robes, and rows of black scales solidify along his lengthening form, while his face darkens and extends into a long, slim snout. His hands become clawed feet, and his feathers shift into the leathery black wings of a dragon.

“You and me, fighting and fucking for the rest of our lives? It’s all I’ve wanted since I met you.”

I love you into the deepest dark and under the harshest light. Let me be your Forever. You are already mine.”