Rise of a Queen (Kingdom Duet #2) by Rina Kent

There’s no way in hell I can escape forever. Besides, now that Layla and her family are involved, it’s one more reason to not escape. It’s not like I can take them all and smuggle them to Scotland or out of the UK with me.

A warm body envelops me from behind, his hard chest moulding to my wet back. He pulls my hair to the side, baring my throat before he wraps a hand around it.

Jonathan’s lips graze the shell of my ear as he murmurs, “Is this what you meant by joining you?”

My thighs tighten as the earlier wave of arousal slams back into me with a vengeance. There’s nothing I love more than the feel of Jonathan’s body glued to my skin and his hot breaths mingled with mine.

His free hand comes down on my arse, and I yelp, my eyes shooting open. God. It hurts so good with the water like this.

My eyes meet his through the mirror. It’s slightly foggy now with the steam, but I can make out the spark in those dark greys.

“What was that for?” My voice is so lustful, it would’ve been embarrassing if I wasn’t so turned on.

“To get your attention. It needs to always be on me.” He grabs me hard by the arse. “Not anyone else. Me.”

“Why?” I ask in the same voice, just to challenge him. Jonathan loves that — challenges, I mean.

His grip tightens on my arse. “This is mine. Everything you have belongs to me, and no one gets to touch or hurt you under my watch.”

He spanks me again and I slap a hand against the mirror, the water forming a rivulet that runs down the condensation as his words leave the confinements of my ear and creep under my skin.

“No one?” My voice is soft, small, and filled with all the insecurities I’ve carried for endless years.

“No fucking one, Aurora.” His voice drops. “Not even yourself.”

“Jonathan…” I stare at him through the small visible space in the mirror.

He slaps my arse once more, making me shiver in both pleasure and pain. “What is it?”

“Ohh…I…”

“Those aren’t words. Use actual ones.” There’s slight amusement beneath the order.

I place my other hand on the mirror to anchor myself. For some reason, it feels as if I’ll fall if I don’t.

My gaze meets his through the mirror. “Take me.”

His eyes blaze, and I’m sure the needy tone in my voice doesn’t escape him.

“Take you?”

“Jonathan, please.”

“Fuck.” Still gripping me by the throat, he slowly inches inside me, filling me to the brim.

My mouth parts as the water drips down my skin to where we’re joined. I watch where his body meets mine, fascinated by the view. But that’s not the only place we’re joined. It’s everywhere from my back to my arse to the hand gripping me by the hip.

Jonathan tightens his fingers around my throat, jerking my neck up. “Look at me. Watch me own you.”

My light eyes clash with his darker ones in the mirror. I’m caught in a trance by the way he’s thrusting in and out of me with measured strokes. But that’s not the only thing that fills me with awe.

It’s the look of utter abandon on my face coupled with the complete possessiveness in his features.

Oh, God.

Do I always look like that?

His lips find the shell of my ear and he bites before speaking in a husky tone, “Everything you see and don’t see in there is fucking mine, Aurora.”

He releases my hip and parts my arse cheeks with his strong hand. His thumb finds my back hole and I yelp, getting on my tiptoes.

“W-what are you doing?”

“I said everything you see and don’t see.” The tip of his finger pushes inside and I clench against his cock. “Mmm, feels virgin.”

Oh, God.

Shit.

I’m not supposed to like having his thumb there, right? I’ve always thought that backdoor business wasn’t allowed, or at least, that’s how it was in my mind.

If normal sex didn’t cut it, I didn’t feel the need to put myself through the pain of anal. But that was before this man gave me my actual rebirth.

There’s a pre-Jonathan era and post-Jonathan era, and I don’t want to admit how fulfilling the second one is.

His teeth nibble on the sensitive skin at my throat, most definitely leaving a hickey. “Is it virgin?”

“Yes…” My moaned word is almost inaudible in the midst of the pouring water, but Jonathan seems to have heard it since a growl spills from this throat.

“I’m going to fuck it and own every inch of you, wild one.”

“N-now?”

A dark chuckle invades the air. “No, you need preparation. I don’t want to hurt you with my cock. But soon, though.”

Before I can think about the stupid disappointment that hits me for the second time today, Jonathan pushes his finger a bit farther into my arse and picks up his pace in my pussy.

The feeling of being filled is so real, and there’s even that slight burn of pain that’s caused by his sheer size. It doesn’t matter how wet or ready I am. He’s so big and it always hurts so good to be pounded in by him.

My eyes droop at the intensity of his thrusts, and I’m transfixed by the image in the mirror. By the way I seem so small in his hold, but also by how closely we’re joined, as if we can never be separated.