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“Being on your knees is highly recommended indeed. Now, should we begin?”
Fuck you. I’m a King, and we don’t get told what to do. Despite the fear that paralyzes my limbs, my gaze clashes with his and I hate the look in them. The way he seems to think a part of me is enjoying this. So I bite down on his dick.
“I’m Annika Volkov, by the way. You can call me Anni or Anne. Just not Nika.” “I’m Ava Nash. A cellist. I study classical music at the School of Arts and Music.” “Cecily Knight. Psychology major.”
A disaster might or might not kill you, princess. But being terrified of it would definitely finish you.
“I said I’d remove my hand, not that I would let you go.” “Can you let me go?” “I like it when you ask, but the answer to your question is no.” The pads of his fingers press into the flesh of my neck. “I kind of like this position.”
“I liked these lips. What they lack in experience, they make up for with pure enthusiasm. There’s something about the nervous energy of the first time and your innocence that made it quite memorable. I bet it’ll feel more euphoric when I tear through your cunt and make you bounce off my cock.”
“I’m not interested in just anyone. It’s you I’m focused on right now.”
“Never say never, baby.” “I’m not your baby.”
“Killian Carson,” Annika says. “Resident charming god of our high school and The King’s U, too. He's a fourth-year med student, despite being only nineteen. Obviously, he skipped a few grades, like me. Though I only skipped one and I’m seventeen. I’ll be eighteen soon, by the way, so don’t treat me like a kid.”
Eli, who was drinking from a bottle of water, pauses and tilts his head in our direction. Or more like in Ava’s. No words are spoken, but it’s like they’re having a silent war. Ava and Eli always had the weirdest relationship that I can’t put a name to. One thing’s for certain, though. It’s always been filled with some sort of tension.
“Did I mention that your fight is adorable? The way your beautiful eyes war with both fear and determination is a turn-on. I wonder if this is the look I’ll see when you’re writhing underneath me as I stuff your cunt with my cock.”
“Maybe. After all, insanity, evil, and ruthlessness are boundless and lawless. I’d rather be insane than an ordinary fool.”
“I figured you’d be a good girl.”
“Tell me, Glyndon. Was I just touching your virgin cunt?”
“They’re not the ones I think about all the ways I’ll stuff them with my cock, watch them writhe beneath me, then fill them up with my cum, you are.”
“So that’s what you are now, my victim? I like that. And no, this is where I come to when I want to be alone, so you’re the first.” “I’m a lot of firsts.” “I’m surprised by that, too. Do you like it?” “I love it.”
“Told you, so you can trust me. I thought this place would appeal to you.”
“Does that mean you’ll quit if you want to?” “I’ll quit if you take their place and keep my lips and hands busy.”
“Why would you change? You’re fine the way you are.”
“You taste like my new favorite meal.”
“Whether it’s a relationship or not means jack shit to me. That label holds no importance.” “Then what does?” “The fact that you’re mine.”
“Wow.” Her lips part. “You…made this?” “Yeah. Look, I even did a smiley face with the vegetables on the rice.”
“Eyes on me when I fuck you, baby.”
you were made for my cock.”
“Oh, my God,” she breathes out. “That’s right, your god. Worship at my altar, baby.”
“If you run, I’ll chase you.” Killian’s dark voice permeates the air with the thickness of smoke. “And if I chase you, I’ll catch you.” His voice gets nearer. “And if I catch you, I’ll fuck you, baby.”
Killian kisses the top of my head and before I can backpedal, he says the words that go straight to my heart. “I’ll make sure you always choose me as much as I choose you.”
“Killian Patrick Carson.”
I came first, I had you first.” “Beats me. Probably the face. Hers is better than yours, even when bruised. And the voice. Glyndon’s is the sweetest I’ve ever heard. You know what? Everything. She has the aura of a queen while you’ll always be a lowly peasant, Cherry. When I looked at you in the past, I used to feel indifference, but now, I have this urge to crush your fucking skull, so tell me what I want before I start acting on those feelings.”
“Don’t faint on me yet. We’re only just getting started. You’re going to bleed and scream and beg for every mark you left on her skin. You’ll be cut for every lie you told her and for having the audacity to use her good nature. You’ll pray to every deity on earth, but I’ll be your custom-made merciless god. I might not process emotions normally, but if you hurt what’s mine, I’ll be the one to spit on your fucking grave.”
Understand this, Glyndon, there’s nothing noble or tender about what I feel for you. It’s a violent volcano of obsession, possession, and deranged lust. If you want love, then I do love you, but it’s the unorthodox version of love. I love you enough to let you within my walls. I love you enough to let you talk to my demons. I love you enough to allow you to have a hold over me when I’ve never allowed anyone to have the power to destroy me from the inside out.”
“Are you sure you won’t get bored of me, after all?” I poke. “Oh, baby. Not even after death.”
“I don’t have to, because there won’t be me without you, little rabbit.”
She narrows her eyes. “Was that before or after anal?” I grin. “During, baby.”
“Eyes on me when I fuck you, baby.”
