Empire of Hate (Empire #3) by Rina Kent

No codes.

No rules.

No words.

Just us.

And I’m losing, because his pace has become impossible to keep up with. I’m falling, shattering, and crashing on solid ground.

The orgasm is so hard and swift that I don’t even get to think about it as it hooks against my bones and drags me under.

I scream and he pulls out of my mouth.

“W-what? No…” I don’t want to lose.

“I can’t wait anymore. I need to fuck this tight pussy like I need my next breath.” Daniel flips around and lies opposite me until his face is mere inches away from mine.

The brightness in his eyes is nothing like I’ve seen before. Like a rare shooting star, the type people camp outside to see up close and personal.

I choose to think it’s because this moment means something to him as much as it consumes me and not because he’s simply drugged.

Daniel lifts my leg, places it on his hip and thrusts inside me.

My breath catches as his huge cock tears into me.

Literally.

Figuratively.

Then stops, meeting an obstacle.

“Fuck…” he breathes harshly, his ocean eyes drooping with lust and something else. “Relax, Peaches. If I didn’t know any better, I would say you’re a virgin.”

I turn my face to the other side, biting my lower lip.

He goes still, his cock twitching inside me—probably, like me, needing him to move or do something. I can feel the tension in his thigh beneath my leg.

“Wait…are you a virgin, Nicole?”

Shut up. Shut up.

“Look at me.”

I slowly shake my head. I can’t bear the heat of his eyes. Can’t possibly stand how he’ll look at me.

Will it be with pity?

Mockery?

His usual sadism?

While I pretend I can handle that on normal days, I don’t think I’m able to right now.

Lean, firm fingers wrap around my chin and turn me so I’m facing him again. So I’m held hostage in that star-like prison. Bright from the inside but dark up close.

“Answer the question. Are you a virgin?”

“Why are you asking?”

“Tell me, Nicole. Am I the first you’ve allowed to see you like this? The first dick you’re letting tear into your tight little cunt?”

“So what if you are? Is that a problem?”

A strange gleam covers his face and takes refuge in his eyes. It’s almost…like possessiveness. “Could be.”

“What…what do you mean?”

“You’re too tight and my dick is too huge.” He thrusts another inch in as if to prove a point. “And if I’m your first, I’ll probably tear through your virgin cunt and make you bleed all over my cock while I fuck you hard and deep.”

“S-stop talking like that…”

“I’m just stating facts so you know what you’re in for. It’ll hurt.”

“Do you think pain scares me?”

I’ve been in pain for years and I never shied away from it. If anything, I embraced it like a junkie with multiple addictions.

Hopeless addictions.

Up until now.

His lips tilt and I’m blessed with his dimples. For once, they’re solely directed at me. “I didn’t think it did.”

“It doesn’t.”

“I’ll fuck you now and I’m not holding back.”

The first stroke nearly has me retracting what I said. The pain sears through me like wildfire when he’s all the way in.

I feel him so deep inside me, it’s kind of scary that he can even reach such a secret place I didn’t even realize existed outside of romance novels.

The second thrust, however, leaves me panting with my lips parted wide. A zap of pleasure pools between us and it’s wet, I realize, not sure if it’s blood or arousal, but the effect is the same.

My nails sink into his chest and I think I start hyperventilating because he grabs me by my nape and slows his pace.

“Breathe, Peaches. Don’t collapse on me.”

I use his eyes as anchors and I focus on inhaling and exhaling.

“That’s it.” He thrusts deep and hard. “Mmm. Good girl.”

I don’t know if it’s the way he’s touching me, holding me, fucking me, or maybe it’s the way his eyes are trapping mine.

But I come. Hard.

So hard that white dots form behind my lids and my whole body caves into his.

Daniel keeps on driving inside me over and over. And it’s like he’s elongating my orgasm.

He pulls out and I think he’s done, but he flips me on my stomach and grabs my hips so my arse is in the air.

“Did you know that I have a perfect view of your dripping cunt from this position? You’re so wet, it’s staining the mattress.”

“S-stop it…”

“Why? You look the most beautiful I’ve seen you, Peaches.”

The position makes my cheek heat, but I’m unable to process that when he slaps my left arse cheek and thrusts in again.

Oh, God.

It’s like being on a rollercoaster. And why the hell am I so turned on by being slapped on the arse?

His pace is more animalistic, as if he was only preparing me earlier. His thrusts turn deeper, harder, and out of control.

My body shakes on the mattress and my head spins as my moans are broken off by his maddening rhythm.