Fierce King by Ivy Mason

Eleven

"You're serious?"My eyes were about to pop from my head, they were so big.

He sighed, as if annoyed by my question. "Yes, Rose, I'm serious."

What kind of game was he playing? His intent look told me he was telling the truth but I couldn’t be certain.

I'd believed him when he said he loved Bourbon. I also believed there was a specific reason why he hadn't answered the second question, and I wanted to know why.

If he loved Bourbon, then wouldn't he do anything for him?

I would do anything for the people I loved. I knew that with absolute certainty because I was already doing it, keeping a secret so dark and essential, that I was willing to be raped or killed for it.

"So?" he insisted again. “Make the choice now.”

"Really? That's all I have to do for my freedom?” This was going to be easy. Maybe Coulter was only a pretty face and Bourbon was the brains behind the operation. If Coulter thought I couldn't hold back an orgasm, he was nuts.

"So, you do… whatever, and all I'll have to do is hold out? Not come. And you'll let me go?" I wanted to make sure I understood this deal I was making.

He nodded, his face as serious as a heart attack. "Yes. You have to let yourself open to the idea." His face suddenly darkened. "I'm not going to rape you, understand?"

I nodded, surprised. I thought all men like him in my life, especially a King, would take what he wanted without asking first.

He chuckled, as if reading my thoughts, then sneered at me. "Believe me, princess. We don't need to rape anyone, they all line up willingly. More than one at a time."

His cockiness was annoying, even if what he said was probably true. If I was a man born into this world, I'd have a line of women all lining up to fuck me too, instead of wanting to take me, instead.

Fucking men and their power.

“Fine." I gritted out. “But it's a shame to see all your efforts to kidnap me go to waste.”

He grinned, the cocky son of a bitch that he was, and immediately fell to his knees.

Shit. I was suddenly nervous.

From what my roommates had told me, most men thought all they had to do was stick their dick in you and you'd come all over them. But he looked too confident, as if making women come was what he did every day.

He held out his hand, and I tentatively took it, expecting him to yank me forward.

“Come here. Sit at the edge of the bed.” He didn’t demand it, but asked me nicely, making me feel as if I had a choice in the matter.

Shit. I was so fucked. There was nothing sexier than him conceding power to me, and the fucker probably knew it.

I obeyed him, and he slowly pulled the comforter off me. I slid my legs off the edge of the bed, and his fingers trickled upwards, making a shiver crawl up my back.

When he'd pulled the oversized shirt up to my waist, he gave me a surprised look.

"You're not wearing underwear?"

I shook my head. “You didn't give me any, and the only pair I have are drying in the bathroom."

He groaned. "Shit. I'm sorry. I'll take care of that."

I shook my head, though I didn't understand why I was trying to make him feel better. "It's okay. It's been uncomfortable but.." I shook my head again, shaking off any other thoughts. "It's fine."

He pressed his lips into a firm line. "It's not fine, and I'll have it taken care of, I promise.”

I nodded. "Thank you."

His eyes suddenly heated, and I realized what I'd done. I'd shown gratitude to my captor.

Fuck. Stockholm syndrome was already setting in.

I was such an idiot.

His hands went to my knees, his fingers gently digging into my skin, and he began to press them outwards.

My stomach lurched.

Were we starting already?

Since my virginity was the only thing I had of worth, as my father put it, I had no idea how to have sex. Sure, I'd masturbated, watched porn on my computer, and even listened to my roommate once or twice, pretending I was sleeping, but I'd never done it. I was suddenly panicked, and needed things to slow down.

“Don't you need to kiss me first?"

His eyes met mine, and he shook his head, chuckling. "No, Rose. I don't need to kiss you to make you come."

There was something in the way he said it that was significant. He was revealing something, though I wasn't sure what.

I began to panic, and I clutched my shirt, pulling it lower as I tried to close my legs, but he wouldn't let me.

“Rose, I said I wouldn't take you unwill--"

"I'm a virgin." The words rushed out, and heat made my cheeks flame.

God, I couldn't believe I felt stupid about this. After all, it was something men in my world demanded, putting our very lives on the line to keep us from exploring our sexuality.

He looked surprised for a moment. “Dimitri never…?”

I shook my head. “No.”

He gave me a soft look of pity, something I resented. Why the fuck did he feel bad that I’d never had sex?

It was the fault of men like him that this was such a big deal to me. They prized virginity over mind or heart, and I hated that my sexuality was controlled like that.

It wasn't my choice to be a virgin, but I knew my dad would kill me if I ever had sex without his permission. I had a healthy fear of my father, something that had been earned early in life, and for my own safety, hadn't betrayed him.

“It's okay, Rose. I swear I won't hurt you."

"Fuck you, Coulter." I was suddenly determined to just get it over with. All this was bullshit. I was going to hold out, and then he was going to have to give me what he'd promised.

Twenty-four hours of freedom.

I wasn't sure how I was going to get away, but I would figure it out. Twenty-four hours was the lifeline I needed.

He grinned knowingly and I thrust my legs out, letting him have full access to me.

I hated his stupid sexy smile. The knowing way he looked at me. He knew exactly what he was doing, and the cocky bastard thought he was going to win at this game.

I'd show him.

"Just do it already.” I said, letting go of the hold I still had on my shirt. Then I looked past him at the window, imagining I was on the other side of it, running away.

"Oh, hell no," he said, leaning upwards. "You’re not going to do that." He grabbed the nape of my neck and pulled me in to a kiss. His lips were soft but insistent, and it lit a fire inside me.

At first, I resisted, barely moving my lips to kiss him back. But, to my surprise, he kept his kiss soft and sweet, as if needing to be delicate with me.

Something about the gentleness of it had me opening myself to him, parting my lips, kissing him back. He moved slowly, his hand running up my back, stopping to slide his fingers through my hair. A low grunt left his mouth, and he deepened the kiss, pulling me into him.

I gave in to the moment, wrapping my arms around his neck and pressing my thighs into his muscled form.

It was just a kiss, right?

I'd done that plenty of times.

He cupped my jaw, moving my head so he could take control of the kiss. Then he lowered his lips to my neck and I rolled my head back as fire sparked through me.

God, why did he have to be so good looking?

Why did his lips taste like heaven on earth?

Why did his firm body, pressed between my legs, feel so good against me?

I hated him, and yet, I suddenly wanted to know what it was like to be possessed by a man like him.

To be sexy and savvy, to be able to capture the heart of a man so knowing about this world.

His lips lowered and then he was kneeling below me again.

"Rose." His voice was a deep rumble that seemed to vibrate through my whole body. "Look at me."

I obeyed, immediately growing wet at the lust in his gaze. "I want this. Want you. Do you know that?"

I nodded, watching in absolute anticipation as he lowered his mouth to my pussy. And then a deep moan escaped my mouth as he covered my most intimate spot with his mouth.

Maybe it wouldn't feel so good if I hadn't been bare down there, completely waxed and stripped of any barrier between his mouth and my cunt.

I gripped the sheets in my fists, quickly loosing myself to the erotic sensations shooting through me. Fuck.

I needed to hold back.

I squeezed my eyes shut, shutting everything out and tried to think of something not sexy. Economic facts, amoebas, baseball. Point A to Point B equals a line, or, was that it? I didn’t know, something like that.

But, no matter how hard I tried, Coulter’s mouth on my cunt quickly burned out all my thoughts, until it was only him and me in the room. His thumbs brushed across the skin of my inner thighs, his day old stubble sparking just enough pain to keep me in the present moment.

And then, at his murmured pleasure, I gave in to the moment, and just felt.

I hated myself for giving in so easily, but it felt too good.

If this was what sex was like, then I wanted it every day for the rest of my life.

Fuck my dad and what he wanted.

He'd sold me anyways, taking away any freedom he'd given me, even though I'd obeyed him my whole life.

I decided right then and there I was going to fuck anyone I wanted, regardless of the consequences.

His tongue moved through my lower lips and my legs edged wider of their own accord, giving him more access to me.

“You like this?" he murmured and I could only nod. I was so lost in the sensation, I couldn't think of any words to answer him.

His hands tightened on my inner thighs and he opened me wider, so wide, my legs shook with the effort. His tongue moved up inside me, fucking me with it like he would his dick. I was so wet, and he was lapping at me like an ice cream cone on a sunny day.

I wanted to touch him, to run my hands through his hair. To pull on the knot of his tie, make it crooked. To yank off his perfectly pressed suit.

To make him as bare as I felt.

"Take off your shirt," he commanded, and I immediately obeyed, pushing off my shame at my submission. I would deal with it another day. For now, I needed him to make me fall over the edge.

As soon as it was over my head, he let out a guttural noise, the vibration of it going straight to the center of me. “God, you’re so beautiful.”

His sucking and licking grew more insistent.

He suckled me like a man in desperate need, as if he would die if he didn't make me come. I rocked against his jaw, needing the pressure between my legs.

At this point, I'd already given in. All I knew was that I wanted, no, needed, to come.

I thrashed against his mouth as he sucked on my clit, feeling myself so close to falling over the edge.

He chuckled, knowing that he was winning, but I didn’t even care.

He was right, I didn’t need to kiss him to come, because his mouth on my pussy was all I ever needed.

I would hold back next time. Right now, I had to come.

And then I did.

I detonated, electric sensations shooting through my whole body like motherfucking rainbows on fire.

I flooded, whimpering out his name as I came.

The aftershocks made me mewl and writhe as he consumed my orgasm, sucking and licking my cream.

Then he suddenly stopped. Standing up, he yanked my hips, pulling me up the bed. His firm body pressed over mine, the pressure making me feel grounded in a way I'd never felt before.

"Taste your pleasure." He gripped my chin and kissed me. I tasted salty and sweet, and I lost myself in his kiss.

He kissed my mouth like he'd kissed my cunt.

Like a man possessed, fueled by his need to take me.

His fingers lowered and, spreading my lower lips, he filled me with his fingers, groaning. “God, you're so tight."

I couldn't help myself. I rocked my hips, grounding myself against his hand, my body coming alive again at his touch.

“Yes,” I breathed, hissing in between kisses. “More.”

He chuckled. “Beg me. Beg me to make you come again.”

I gripped his shoulders, clutching him closer. “You asshole.”

His lips moved across my chin to my neck, kissing and suckling me there. “Say please, love. Say please and I’ll make you come so hard, you’ll never forget it.”

“God,” I moaned, my head falling back against the pillow and mouth dropping open, my whole body tightening with want. I hated myself in that moment, hated that he’d already given me one orgasm, something I'd promised myself he wouldn’t be able to do, and that I was already willing to beg him for more. “Please, Coulter, please.”

“Good girl,” he murmured against my skin. Then he hooked a finger up inside me, rubbing against something and suddenly everything fell away except for the sensation inside me. I'd never felt this way, not even when I'd pleasured myself.

How did he know exactly what I needed? The fucker.

I was never getting away if he was always this good.

No wonder he was so damn cocky.

He totally deserved it.

His movements grew harsher, more determined and I knew I was going to come at any moment. His lips on my skin was exquisite, his sexy body against mine so hard, and his finger inside me taking me higher than I'd ever felt before.

I was going to come, again, all over him, and I couldn’t even make myself regret it.

I opened my eyes, gasping in a breath, trying to control the emotions threatening to overwhelm me.

That's when I saw him.

Bourbon.

He'd come into the room, silently, so quiet I hadn't heard him.

He was leaning against the wall, watching.

And his gaze was so penetrating, so filled with a desperation that I lost all control.

"Oh, God."

I came, clutching at Coulter's shoulders, writhing my whole body against his.

I came and came, my eyes locked on Bourbon's arctic blue eyes, and something deep inside me wished that he'd been the one kissing me.

Making me come.

I felt terrible for the thought, and shame marked my face, making me burn in embarrassment.

And yet, I couldn't look away from his stare, pinning me to the bed as Coulter made my orgasm last longer than I ever knew was possible, until finally, I broke the gaze and my head fell back on the bed, exhausted.

I closed my eyes, trying not to die of mortification as Coulter kissed me one last time on the lips.

If was the only way of escaping, then I was well and truly fucked.