Throne of Power (Throne Duet #1) by Rina Kent

Kyle pulls out of me, and I can actually feel the loss of it, the emptiness of not being filled. He places me on wobbly feet, and when they’re unable to hold me upright, he clutches me by the throat.

Only Kyle would keep me standing by my throat instead of my shoulder or arm like a normal human.

He steps out of his pants that are still bunched at his feet and unbuttons his shirt with the other hand, revealing his lean muscles. From all the nights he’s spent draped around me, I know for a fact they’re hard and taut.

He has no chest tattoos except for a snake that’s swirled over a dagger at his lower stomach.

The image is gruesome, but also powerful, and beautiful in its own way, which is ironically similar to the first impression I had of Kyle.

While I’m ogling him, his eyes heat with raw possession as he watches me. I follow his gaze and my cheeks burn when I make out what’s getting his attention.

Now that I’m standing, his cum is dripping between my thighs until it reaches my feet. I’m all messy with both his seed and my own juices.

I try reaching for tissues on the console, but Kyle keeps me in place with his hold on my throat. “Leave it. I like watching my cum dripping down your legs. I like seeing how filthy I made you.”

“Stop saying things like that.” I try to scold, but it comes out as a murmur.

“Why? Turned on already?”

“N-no!”

“Well, I am.” Kyle lifts me in his arms and throws me on the bed before I can even blink.

He crawls atop me, his body covering mine.

I place tentative hands on the solid ridges of his chest. “Y-you just came.”

His cock nudges at my entrance. “And I’m ready for more.”

My eyes widen. “Already?”

“Already. I’m not even close to being done with you.”





23





Kyle





I wake up early.

Not that I actually slept.

I was on an adrenaline wave all night long, and the only thing I thought about was the best way to take Rai over and over again.

She passed out on me after the third round. After begging me to stop, then asking for more when I was inside her, her body lost the stamina battle and she eventually drifted off.

I lean on my elbow and drink in her sleeping naked form. She looks so docile when asleep, those tiny features and that slim body so fucking fragile it seems they can be broken to pieces like a porcelain doll.

But instead of destructive thoughts, the only thing I want to do is protect that delicate side of her—the side she only shows to me. I want to be the one she turns to when she wants to let that side loose. Because no matter how tough she acts on the outside, she’s still caring on the inside. She still feels too much and hurts as much, too.

After the sniper attack yesterday, when I saw the red dot at her back, I thought I was going to lose her, thought everything would end before it even started.

My heart has never tightened as hard as it did in that moment. I didn’t even think when I used my body as a shield, because right then, the only one who mattered was this fiery woman.

Neither Flame nor I could find the sniper no matter how much we searched. At first, I thought it could be Flame playing a distasteful joke, but his rifle doesn’t fit the description. We never use those with laser targeting. It’s not like us to make ourselves noticeable.

But I will find out who nearly snatched her from between my fingers, and when I do, he’ll wish he was never born.

No one hurts Rai under my watch. Not even one of my own.

I brush my lips against her forehead, and she lets out a sigh.

It’s not even a sexual sound, but my dick resurrects back to life, demanding another worshipping session at her altar.

Her lips are parted, begging for my cock between them.

Since I can’t do that while she’s asleep, I slide down the bed, pushing the sheets out of the way, and settle at the foot on my knees.

Pulling her legs apart, a sense of utter animalistic possession takes hold of me at the view of my dried seed between her legs.

She tried to clean herself, but I didn’t let her erase the evidence of my ownership. She eventually forgot about it when she lost the battle to sleep.

I run my fingers over the silky skin of her thighs, stopping at each hickey I decorated her with. She’s my canvas, and I’m the only brush that will touch her.

As I watch her, splayed out and marked, the need to own her again ripples under my skin and crunches against my bones. No idea if it’s an obsession or an addiction, or both. All I know is that the urge is burning me from the inside out.

It’s darkness, and it’s probably wrong considering my plans, but I don’t give two fucks about right or wrong now.

Not that I ever did.

I slowly slide her to the edge and place her legs over my shoulders. She’s out of it and doesn’t even stir.

Parting her folds with my fingers, I thrust my tongue straight inside her. She’s the most delicious thing I’ve ever had: sweet, a bit naïve, and so bloody feisty it drives me bonkers.

Rai bucks off the bed, a moan spilling from her lips as her eyes shoot open. At first, she studies her surroundings with a confused expression. Then, when her bright blue eyes meet mine, they widen.

“K-Kyle…? What are you…oh, holy shit…” Her words trail off when I tease her clit with my thumb and index finger as I eat the fuck out of her entrance.