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

Everything is temporary, usable, discardable. Every. Fucking. Thing.

So how come when I stare at the woman standing against the wall, all I can feel is the need to run my tongue over her cheek until I claim those parted lips?

How come she’s the first thing that comes to mind in the morning and the last thing I want to see before I close my eyes?

Rai Sokolov is the forbidden fruit I should’ve never tasted, because one single taste isn’t enough. Neither is the second, the third, or the tenth.

She lifts her chin up even though her position is the epitome of vulnerability. Her dress is bunched up to her waist, and her underwear is gathered around her ankles. Even the frail elastic causes red lines against her smooth, pale skin.

“I don’t need your hand,” she says breathlessly. “Get out.”

I lean against the supply room door, crossing my legs at the ankle. “Never mind me. I’ll just stay and watch. How does it feel to touch yourself with the toy you hated so much at the beginning? Are your walls clenching around the rubber?”

“S-shut up…” Her back visibly arches, tits pushing against the fabric of her dress. My cock throbs at the view, demanding to grab her by the throat and fuck her raw.

But the urge to play games with her is stronger, and I know she needs them too. That’s why she provokes me every chance she gets.

Watching her thrust that plastic thing in and out of her pussy while I’m standing right here is both a turn-on and annoying. The former is because I love how she surrenders to pleasure. Her body relaxes, her lips part, and her eyes appear high as if she’s in tune with every spark running through her.

The latter is because I don’t want anything but me to touch her, not even a toy that I bought. My dick is raging hard, plotting to replace the toy and making her shatter all around him.

“Is the toy’s size not able to satisfy you anymore?” I ask in the most nonchalant tone I can manage, even though I’m close to fucking her on the floor like a bloody animal. “Is your cunt begging for more?”

She traps the corner of her bottom lip under her teeth; as much as she likes to hide it, Rai gets off on dirty talk. Her walls clench around me harder whenever I describe what I plan to do to her.

“If you want the real thing, just ask. Or rather, beg for it like a good princess.”

“You want this so much, too.” She tips her chin toward the bulge in my trousers.

“Never said I didn’t.”

“Then how about you beg for it?”

“Women beg me, not the other way around.”

“Well, maybe you should go to them.”

“Maybe I will.”

Her movements slow down as she pins me down with a glare. “Then maybe I will go find myself men who beg me for it too.”

My jaw clenches. Even though I recognize her ‘eye for an eye’ principle, the thought of her with any other fucker turns my vision black. “Not if I snipe him down first.”

“You can’t watch me twenty-four-seven.”

“Oh, I fucking can. I will murder every last man who comes within a meter’s range of you. If you don’t believe me, try it. Just go ahead and fucking try it.”

She smiles a little through her whimpers, the expression taking me by surprise. When she speaks, her voice is breathy, needy, begging without saying the word ‘please’. “Do you like exercising control so much you ignore your own bodily needs, Kyle?”

Her head tilts to my trousers again, to where I haven’t bothered to hide the evidence of my fucking obsession with this woman.

“What’s the matter, Kyle? Afraid to act on your urges?” She lifts her chin, still thrusting the toy in and out of her, unhurriedly, almost…seductively. Fuck me. Since when did Rai become an expert in the art of seduction?

“Afraid of what?” I hold on to my control with an iron fist.

“Afraid of letting go…of feeling.”

I reach her in two long strides and twist her around so her front meets the wall, then hold her by the throat from behind. Her gasp of surprise slowly turns into a moan when my fingers close around the delicate flesh of her neck, the flesh that’s easily bruised, easily marked as mine.

“I’m not the one who’s afraid to let go, Rai,” I murmur against her ear. Then I bite down on it, my voice dropping. “You are.”

Her whimper of pleasure is the only incentive I need as I release her hair, letting it fall over her shoulders. Then I unbuckle my belt and push down my boxer briefs enough to free my aching dick.

I pull the toy out of her pussy and throw it away. She holds on to my hand that’s wrapped around her throat, not to remove it, but to treat it like an anchor for what’s about to come. I’ve become so attuned to the way she needs me. My wife is beautiful, strong, but she’s still vulnerable for me.

Only me.

Her head tilts to the side, allowing my hand to completely wrap around her neck. It’d be so easy to break her and watch as she shatters to pieces.

“I won’t hold back,” I whisper against the lobe of her ear, nibbling on the tender flesh.

“Were you ever holding back?”

“Oh, I was. You have no idea how much I was.”

“Now you w-won’t?” There’s a slight trembling in her voice. She’s scared, but that’s not the only feeling present.