Page 52 of Born for Silk
Kong strides in, shoving Lord Darwin forward until he falls to his hands and knees. He is gagged and already beaten.
Kong stands behind him. Darwin’s eyes widen on me before darting to the Silk Girl sucking me dry.
Mine. My hard stare snarls the claim before I even admit it to myself. I will have her. I will keep her. If not to carry my heirs, then to sit like a pet at my feet. I will keep her.
So we need one less lord.
“Concentrate on me, little creature. Don’t stop sucking your king, no matter what you hear.” I stare at Kong. “Spill him.”
Kong reaches around Darwin’s throat and drags a slivery blade across the column, carving a scarlet seam into his flesh. A man I have known my entire life. A man who fought battles beside me, drank whiskey with me, grew up with me. His carotid arteries gush as my balls begin to squeeze to the same thundering tempo.
My snarl is savage as I grab black hair and shove her warm, wet mouth down my cock, stretching her throat, hearing gags and gargles and splutters of blood to my climax. It’s a symphony— a damn work of art; the pulse of my cock flooding her mouth; the beat of his heart spurting blood over the banquet hall; my little creature’s eyes watering as she nearly drowns on the cum I unload into her virgin mouth.
And that is what you get.
When you touch my property.
I shudder as I finish. I drop my head backward and loosen my hold on her hair, allowing her to lift her head, the end of my cock sliding from her throat.
She gasps for air.
Fuck me, she’s pretty.
Still holding her close, I keep her angled away from the sight of Kong dragging Darwin’s body through a seeping bloody puddle and out of the dining room.
I tuck my cock into my pants.
After a few deep breaths, feeling less tight and territorial, I peer down at her.
Violet eyes, black hair, rosy lips, and a flush of arousal that burns a trail down her neck and across her chest. She is lovely and needy, but she doesn’t know what for. She has no idea that the past two first-lights in the Medi-deck before The Circle to her room, she was shot with an ovum-triggering serum along and a cocktail on prenatal vitamins.
I smooth her hair down from where I tangled the strands, petting her softly. “That’s a girl. No need to draw attention to yourself anymore.”
Wincing, she tries to hide the roll of her jaw as it seemingly cramps. I frown and reach between my thighs to massage her cheeks. “Does your jaw hurt? You may speak.”
“Yes, my king.”
“Now, we can’t have that.” I roll my fingers and thumb over her jaw. “You’ll need to practise more.”
“So… This will happen again?”
“Adore. Pleasure. I’m quite enamoured with you, can’t you tell? But don’t test me. I’m not a knight in shining armour. Nothing shining about me. Every inch of my soul is tarnished and calloused. I have been through wars, started them, not just dressed for them. Understand?”
“Yes, my king.”
My hand falls from her face. I nod to the door, needing her gone before she finds a new tunnel in my mind to dig into. “You may return to the carnival. Be quiet and well-behaved.”
Her shoulders sag, and my lips twitch with a smile. “You said it was time to get to know each other.”
I raise a brow, peer down. “Excuse me?”
“You said it was time to get to know each other.” She hesitates and shuffles. My eyes follow her little wiggle of nerves. “So, do I get a question, too?”
Well fuck. “Very well.”
“Actually, my king.” She sits back on her heels. A little pet at my feet, shoulders lower than my knees, face the same size as my palm. “May I have two questions? One isn’t about you. So, it’s not a get-to-know-you question.”
“Intrigued. Go ahead.”