Page 82 of Long Live the King

“No one, Bellamy. Say it.” He demands.

I shake my head again. If she can touch him, then anyone can touch me.

Theoretically.

He laughs cruelly. “I told you you wanted the villain.”

Shaking my hand off, he unzips his pants and pulls out his cock. I hear the crinkling of a condom wrapper. With his grip pinning me to the mattress, I can barely see his cock. But I feel it, feel him, rubbing up and down between my legs.

I squeeze my legs together to try to bring him towards my entrance, but Rogue slaps my inner thigh, forcing them back open. The slap is harsh, almost uncaring, butfuckit feels good.

Back and forth and back and forth, he rocks his hips lazily so his cock slides through my lips. He touches my entrance but never presses in. His eyes are fixed on his dick against my flesh, enraptured.

“You have no idea how fucking filthy you look right now. Spread open for me, tilting your hips to feel more of my cock like a greedy little slut.”

A throaty moan escapes my lips. The way he talks makes me so hot, so ready for him.

His fingers dig into my hips as his hands grab me and press me against him even more firmly. Looking down I see his tip peek out above my bare mound. I can see only flashes as he pumps, but he’s thick and engorged and pretty.

I want to put my lips around him, feel him stretch out my mouth as I try to take him deep into my throat. I bite my lip at the thought.

“Don’t fucking look at my dick like that if you want to be able to walk tomorrow.” He warns, his voice so raw it sounds like it might be painful for him to speak.

My eyes snap up to his. He’s barely in control, his muscles coiled tight and trembling as he tries to hold himself back.

“Last chance. Tell me no one sees you like this.” The longer locks at the front of his hair fall on his forehead as he dips his head and grits his teeth. “I can’t help what I do to you if you don’t.”

“Show me.” I rake my nails down his chest, leaving marks behind. If he touches her, she’ll see proof that I had him first. “I want to see the villain.”

He groans ferally and his mouth slams down on mine, his tongue thrusting between my lips. I expect him to power into me in one move, but he doesn’t. Instead, he grabs my ankle and uses it to flip me onto my stomach before he pulls me up roughly by the hips and presses his tip at my entrance.

I freeze, anticipation tensing my body.

“Relax.” He commands, then slaps my ass.

It distracts me and I cry out as he pushes forward, his dick parting my walls as the first couple inches enter me.

“Fuck.” Rogue grits out between clenched teeth. “You’re so fucking tight for me, baby.”

The unexpected term of endearment has a tremor coursing through me and wetness pooling between my legs. It's different than when he calls me "sweetheart" which he uses as a way to punctuate his threats. This is borderline affectionate.

My muscles relax enough that he pushes in a few more inches.

I’m so full. My walls are stretched so tightly around him, and I feel him everywhere. His hand is on my ass as he spanks me again, his other hand on my shoulder using it to guide him inside.

He shunts his hips forward, breaching through the barrier of my virgin pussy as he bottoms inside me. I pitch forward with a sharp moan, breathless. He’s so deep inside me, there’s got to be at least eight thick inches of him.

“That was my first and only kindness. Tell me what I want to hear.”

His fingers come around to play with my clit and my eyes roll into the back of my head. There’s pain and pleasure and a fullness I can’t even describe. His cock is so thick, the fit burns. It’s so tight, I can feel him throbbing inside me. But he’s holding still, waiting for me to get used to him. And I am. It’s like my pussy is molding itself to the shape of the only cock it’s ever known.

I shake my head again.

“You asked for it.”

He pulls out so only the tip remains inside me and thrusts back in with such power, I nearly topple over the side of the bed again.

He pulls out again and slams back in, just as brutally. His hand comes down on my ass twice before it laces through my hair and grabs it, pulling me upright by that hold alone. He’s got me on my hands and knees, my back and head arched back into his vicious hold as he starts to thrust into me, this time setting a furious pace.