Chapter 13

KIRA

Verion knocked on the door. “My king!”

I heard a grumble from behind the door, and Cerion’s deep voice yelled, “Yes?”

Verion opened the door, allowing me a view of the king. His brown hair fell over his face as his strong hands waded through paperwork. He lazily leaned back against the chair, trailing his eyes up to meet mine.

“The queen requires a word,” Verion spoke lightly.

I half expected Cerion to correct Verion’s words and call me Princess instead, but to my surprise, he waved me in and waved Verion out. Verion offered me a bow before he scurried out.

“What is it?” his rough voice snarled out. “I left for a reason.”

His words cut into me, and I couldn’t help but think I had made a mistake in coming looking for him. But I stood strong in my conviction, anyway. “That’s why I’m here.”

“Go on…,” he said, eyeing my lips then quickly brought his gaze back to his paperwork.

“You’re unbelievable!” I yelled, then regretted my tone and added, “My king!”

He stood up from his seat, taking long strides over to me before he grabbed my wrist and forced me to sit on the couch. He loomed over me, like a giant, while he studied me again.

“Your tone is unacceptable, Princess!” he said. His eyes changed again, from yellow to a burnt orange as he pierced me with his gaze.

“Your actions are unacceptable, King!” I clenched my teeth as I spoke, waiting for him to beat me, remembering the scars across my lower back.

He chuckled instead, surprising me with his light tone. “Such fire in you.”

“Why do you do that?” I yelled again, tears welling up, anticipating the pain.

“Why are you crying?” He wiped his hand across my face, feeling my tears.

I pushed his hand away, wiping at my own tears and clearing my eyes. “Please, stop avoiding my question.”

His eyes were still burnt orange as he peered back at me. “What am I doing?”

“You left, after you kissed me, after you touched me.” I forced my eyes to my lap, fiddling with the leather.

“Princess, you’ve expressed your distaste for me several times. Are you hinting at a change in appetite?” His eyes burned through me again, searing a hole into my heart.

“Isn’t that what usually happens?” I scoffed.

“Jealous?” he said with a smirk, gripping at my thigh gently.

“I’m just wondering what you look to gain by touching me like you did and leaving.” My ego had taken control of my words now.

“Control,” he said, digging his fingers into my thigh, sending shivers down my spine.

“Of course!” I laughed. “Of course you want to control me. The Dragon of Ruin controls everything.”

He became vividly angry, as his eyes seeped to a vermilion color. “Be careful, Princess, or I’ll ruin you too,” he muttered, releasing his grip on my leg.

“This was a mistake,” I said as I went for the door.

Within a second, he had pinned me against the wall, pressing his body against mine. “You’re just as stubborn as I am, fighting against your desires, then insulting me the first chance you get. You want me, you don’t want me, you hate me, you love me. Tell me, Princess, what do you feel when I touch you? Won’t you moan for me again?”

He was rough, incredibly rough, dragging his hand down my stomach toward my throbbing core. He pushed his fingers across me, circling my clothed clit, then pushed through the fabric as he pressed his fingers into my clothed hole.

And I moaned, loudly, as I drew my fingernails across his visible skin. The skin marked from my touch, and I heard his breath hitch.

“Do it!” I screamed. “Touch me.” He continued to taunt me with his torturous touch, pressing his finger along my clothed opening.

“Are you sure, Princess?” he whispered, kissing my ear.

I couldn’t breathe, anticipating his touch, as I continued to moan. I let out a small whisper, “Yes!”

“Once I give you what you want, Princess, there’s no turning back. Once you allow me to touch you, to make you mine, you are. Out of tradition, I’ll wait to fuck you until after the wedding ceremony, but make no mistake, today you become mine.” His eyes coursed with fire, surrounding mine, enveloping me into him once more.

I didn’t respond; I couldn’t, but I wanted to beg him.

“I need an answer, Princess!” he said, as I dampened my clothing from his touch.

I nodded. “Please!” I moaned.

There it was. I had begged, and he knew it. ~I had begged for him~.

He aggressively tugged down my pants, removing them from my legs and throwing them to the floor. In one sudden swoop, I was in his arms, being carried to his couch.

He tore off my leather top, discarding it just as easily, then undid my bra and yanked off my underwear.

I was naked, and his giant body loomed over me. He was still clothed, but I could make out his toned muscles beneath his clothing.

I inched my hand forward to unbutton his shirt, but he wagged his finger no.

“Only you, Princess. I want to touch you, to see you, as I pleasure you.”

He drew his fingers to my breasts, cupping them in his hands and pressing his fingers against my nipples. I moaned from the feeling.

“Divine,” he muttered as he took one of my nipples in his mouth, biting it and causing goosebumps to develop on my skin.

He trailed his fingers down toward my stomach, glancing toward my eyes and mouth as he did. “Good girl,” he whispered as he kissed my lips. “Do you want to feel my touch?”

That was a loaded question. ~I need it; I don’t want it~. I nodded eagerly, and he chuckled at my response.

He trailed his fingers toward my wet folds, coursing his fingers against me and causing me to throw my head back in ecstasy.

“Tell me, Kira,” he said now. “Have you ever pleasured yourself?”

I shook my head, holding in my loud moans and squirming as I wetted further from this touch.

“So this will be your first orgasm,” he smiled, sticking a finger into me violently.

I screamed loudly, hearing the echo through the room as he pounded his finger in and out of me with force, keeping my gaze as he did.

“Tell me, Kira, do you like it when I fuck you with my fingers?”

I mumbled something indescribable as I moaned, “Yes!”

“Yes, what?” he demanded as he thrust a second finger inside me.

“Yes, my king!” I cried out.

“Yes, Cerion,” he corrected, plowing inside me with his fingers.

He wanted me to call him by his name. I was shocked. “Yes, Cerion,” I muttered, feeling his fingers tense inside me, awaiting my response.

“That’s better, that’s my good girl,” he said with a smirk. He continued moving inside me, then lowered his lips down to suck on my clit, causing me to weaken even further from the sensation.

“Cerion!” I moaned, trying to keep my control.

He lapped at my wetness, taking me in his mouth and kneading his tongue against my clit.

“You’re soaked, Kira. Such a good girl,” he continued, sending me into a frenzy.

I muttered yes under my breath as he sent me into oblivion.

“Tell me, Kira. Will you be a good girl or do I need to fuck the bad right out of you with my tongue?” His words were like honey, demanding but sweet.

I nodded weakly and replied, “Make me yours.”

“I was waiting for you to say that,” he said, then dove into my folds again with his tongue, sucking it, kissing it, licking it, then stuck his finger into me with such blatant precision that I melted into him.

I came. Hard. And as I did, he lapped up every inch of my orgasm with his tongue, keeping his gaze on me, enjoying the satisfaction of his delicate torture.

He sank his body into the couch next to me and intertwined my bare body around his. And that was that. I fell prey to him, as I’m sure many others did. But something inside me told me that I was a victim that he’d never let go.