Page 107 of Monstrous Urges
Yeah, he won’t sleep with me or spend the night in a bed with me. But he’ll still demand that I eat dinner with him every night.
Okay, maybe I am complaining about the sleeping arrangements.
“Not hungry,” I shrug, looking away.
“And I wasn’t asking. It’s dinnertime. Come and sit with me, even if you just stare at your food.”
I roll my eyes and whirl back to glare at him. “I’m really not in the mood to have orders barked at me, okay?”
I turn my back to him and pick up the Crown and Black work file I’ve been reading. Suddenly, I feel and hear him storming across my room.
“What—hey!”
I squeal when Drazen grabs me roughly, picking me up as if I’m weightless and throwing me over his fucking shoulder.
“What the shit!” I scream, slamming my fists into his broad chest. “The fuck are you doing!?”
“You said you weren’t in the mood for barked orders. So I’m not barking.”
He ignores my swats and hits as he marches out of my room with me over his shoulder, stomach-down, his arm wrapped around my middle.
“But you will come eat with me.”
“Fucking psychopath,” I hiss.
I jolt as he reaches up with his other hand, yanks my skirt up over my hips, and swats my ass. I yelp, squealing as I squirm against his shoulder.
“Stop it! Stop—ugh.”
I bite my lip when he spanks me again, sending a flaming pulse through my core and a needy ache throbbing between my legs.
His palm spanks my ass again, this time staying where it lands to massage and knead the burning skin. His finger curls under the back of my thong and he tugs, making my eyes flutter shut as the friction of lace on my clit sends explosions through my nerve endings.
We step outside onto one of the many verandas overlooking the ocean. This one acts as an outdoor dining room, with a small table, hanging cascading flowers, and torches. Dinner is laid out, and for a minute when he grabs me off his shoulder, I think he’s going to plop me down and force feed me.
But that’s not what happens.
At. All.
I gasp as he sets me on my feet facing the table and then roughly shoves me forward over it. My pulse spikes, my lungs choking off my breath as I moan. Drazen growls as he grabs the back of one of my knees, shoving it onto the table before he yanks up my skirt and rips my panties to the side.
“You made me late for dinner, little slut,” he rasps into my ear. I cry out as I feel two of his fingers run up and down my lips before he rams them into me. My moans echo through the night and out over the black ocean as he curls his fingers deep and strokes them against my g-spot.
“And now,” he hisses, biting my ear and my neck madly, like a rabid animal, “I’m fucking starving.”
He drops to his knees behind me, slaps my ass, shove my leg up higher, and then sears his mouth between my thighs from behind.
Sweet fucking God.
I cry out, a deep, husky, shuddering moan I barely even recognize as my voice ripping from my mouth. His tongue plunges into me, fucking me deeply with it. My eyes roll back and my fingers claw at the table as Drazen’s tongue drives in and out before curling around my clit.
He wraps his tongue around my swollen bud, sucking as his tongue teases in slow, deliberate circles. His tongue drags back and forth, tingling over my clit and then diving down to part my lips and push into me.
He teases his tongue back even further. My eyes widen and flutter as they roll back, and another guttural, primal moan rips from my chest as his tongue dances over my asshole.
“Fuck,” I whimper as the tip of his tongue pushes past my tight ring. “Oh fuck….”
I yelp as he spanks me, my asshole spasming around his tongue.