Chapter 24
I will shatter her crown and claim her as my fiery jewel.
ROMAN
Again and again, I have her.
I love how she fights me for it. How she makes me earn it.
Some women surrender sweetly—graceful, trusting, a softness I’ve never disrespected. There’s beauty in that. Power, even. But Valentina?
She’s warpaint and wildfire. She doesn’t kneel.
She clashes, screams, and roars. There is no surrender unless I take it.
Because when Valentina finally breaks, it’s pure surrender.
A queen drenched in blood and ash standing before the warrior who has brought her scars and scorched earth.
She makes me battle and bleed. Crack the throne.
Shatter her crown. And fuck her in the ruin and wreckage.
I’ve never loved anything more.
I position the spikes just a hair’s breadth above her wet folds. And click. Another shock burns her inflamed labia. She jerks so deliciously in the restraints, groaning through the ball gag, gasping sharp wind through her nose.
I circle her one more time, observing. Her fingers have lost their tension.
Her spine has softened. God, what a sight she is.
Skin rosy and flushed from my electrifying paddle—the striations like my emblems of beautiful torture.
Her nipples like hard, puckered rubies. Full breasts heaving from her shaking body.
Golden strands cling to her cheeks from her sweat.
Not even the salt-laced air could drown her natural feminine musk.
I lean in and inhale her aroma, pleased she’s been attentive with the warming oils I’ve ordered. Lavender and vanilla today.
Dark, rosy lips, light pink between revealing itself. Well, much redder after my ministrations. It glistens with her wetness. Sweet, tender inner lips and plump, little clit barely peeking from underneath the hood.
Slowly lifting the edge of the paddle, I whisper it along her clit.
She shudders. I catch her gaze, holding it.
The inferno in her eyes has quieted to a low, steady flame—still fierce, still alive.
It will never die. They narrow, but not in anger.
More like a haze, a dazed desire. She feeds it, just as she feeds off me.
But only I can tame this wild queen. Only I can stoke her until she burns like a flaming jewel for me—and me alone.
I lift my finger. Her eyes melt. She blinks first.
My lips press into a triumphant smile. I could reward her submission. But as iron sharpens iron, I will sharpen her. My fiery jewel.
I know exactly how much pressure and intensity to apply.
Without losing her eyes, I lower my finger.
One tap. The shock crackles along her clit.
The swollen nub flexes. All her limbs twitch.
An unholy sound leaves her mouth, followed by more tears.
And arousal. Such arousal dripping from her beautifully filthy cunt.
“You are mine, Valentina Makarova,” I say as she heaves rabid breaths through her nose. “I am already a damned man, but I will be damned for a thousand lifetimes if I let anyone take you from me, Moya Koroleva.”
I bring the paddle down again until her folds are angry and red as a flaming rose.
She shivers as I brush the edge of the paddle along her spine, surging the lowest setting of stimulating shocks to her nerve endings. More jerking, writhing, trembling.
“Your surrender is the most beautiful gift you could give,” I tell her. “Intoxicating. It never makes you weak. You’re a hungry, dirty slut. My slut. My sun. My moon. My stars. All the fiery jewels of heaven burning only for me.”
She sighs. She fucking bows to me. She’s sharpened enough now.
I drop the paddle. Her whole body seems to sink, eyes closing, her chin tipping back, giving me a lovely view of her throat.
Heat swells in my chest—and my cock—as I study the distended, little clit, the folds like bloated petals, and the soft but lean muscle of her trembling thighs.
Stripped apart. Flesh peeled open. Sacrificed like an offering to a god.
A god who takes what is his. A god who destroys as furiously as he adores.
And I will adore her now.
“You crave it. Such dark, tormented desire is locked deep inside you. Only I can let those desires out. Only I can sate them.”
Fingers lighting on each thigh, I lower my mouth to her inflamed haven and swipe my tongue in one long, agile lick until the tip dances off her clit. She clenches and moans, coming to attention.
She’s ready.
So, I reach behind her head and unlatch the ball gag, chucking it to the ground.
She licks her swollen, supple lips and whimpers so sweetly.
But I don’t give her a moment. Instead, I undo my belt, take my raging erection out, and test her parted lips, rolling my hips, plunging my cock inside her mouth in slow, shallow thrusts.
Her mouth opens more. Her tongue slides over.
Fuckfuckfuck! “Horosho devochka,” I commend her. “You don’t know what you fucking do to me.”
And with the sweet heaven of her mouth taking my cock, I angle my jaw, cover her pretty pussy with my mouth, and commit all my focus to eating her out.
Ripe and red from my paddle, soft and sore and slick, she drips more for me as I spiral my tongue, alternating between devouring and sucking, and kissing.
My control astounds me as I manage to slowly rock my shaft into her mouth. My body shakes with the need to fuck her throat with abandon and feral power. When I snap, I’ll be mindless with it. But I’ve conquered her. Now, she must burn.
Sealing my mouth to her satiny flesh, I lick her clit, circling my tongue around it before pulling it between my lips for a tender suckle. Finally, I push two fingers inside, groaning as her inner walls suck me in so deep and strong.
Fuck! I pause, catching my breath because she’s leaning more, her head bobbing to take my cock deeper. My crown slides into her throat. And she…goddamn swallows me down.
When her inner muscles start to flutter, I rip my fingers and mouth from her, denying her pleasure. And no matter how much it kills me, I withdraw my cock, slap the crown wet with her fluids along her sweat-clad cheek, and growl, “Valentina.”
I grip the back of her head, coiling her hair around my fist. Tilt my jaw. And stare her down like a god to a goddess. “Who the fuck are you?” Testing.
At first, she presses her lips together, a dark glare in her eyes. Yes, Moy Samotsvet. Say it. Come to me. Kneel to me. Then…rule with me.
Tears shimmer in her violet eyes, but they shine like amethysts on fire. She parts her lips, bares her teeth, and spits out, “I’m Valentina fucking Makarova. Now, fucking finish it, Roman!”
One corner of my mouth lifts into a maddening grin. I release her hair, position my cock at her mouth, and say, “With pleasure.”
I crash into her throat. And slam my mouth onto her gushing pussy, consuming and destroying her flesh. Her sobs and moans couple with my deep groans. She swallows me down every time, that tight throat sealing me closed. I grind my cock in her throat, my member throbbing as my release climbs.
A deep quiver erupts in her pussy. She’s close. First, I lower my hands to cup her breasts, thumbing the sore, sensitive nipples. I eject all the way, chuckling at how her lips try and fail to hold me. Because I set the goddamn pace. I pinch those hard buds. Her thighs clench. My lungs catch fire.
Then…I thrust hard and deep, fucking her all the way to the back of her throat—
—and plunge two fingers inside her wanton heat, licking circles all around her swollen little nub.
She snaps. I jerk. We come together—her convulsing around my fingers, her clit fluttering and pulsing beneath my tongue—as I’m pumping so powerfully, my cock exploding and hot release flooding her throat.
We fall apart together. We come back together.
I cut the damn rope. I catch her.
She’s still heaving and gasping when I bend her over so she’s kneeling on the frost-touched earth—reddened ass in the air.
Gripping her hips, I drive my still-hard cock deep into the flaming jewel of her soaking wet cunt.
She shrieks, and there is my hell mare. Body bucking, hips rocking, and nails clawing for me, she tries to pull out even as her cunt is sucking me in, screaming for me to wreck her all over again.
One sharp crack of my palm to her ass. She locks up. With my left hand gripping her wrists to the base of her spine, I work my other hand around her body.
“Mmm, Roman, goddamn you!” she moans as I pluck her nipples, turning and twisting them, rolling them between fingers.
Her pussy squeezes, drenching my cock. I unbind her wrists but take one hand, join it with mine, then slide both down to cup her, so she may feel where we’re joined.
A tremor vibrates through us both, and she arches, her hips pushing back to take me further.
Then, she tosses her hair back, narrowing her burning eyes.
“Fuck me,” she demands.
There’s my woman, my wife, my queen. My jewel.
Godfuck! I nearly go over the edge as her hand slides down more until she cups my heavy balls.
“Da, Valentina,” I purr low in her ear. “You know what you need, don’t you? Moya Samotsvet,” I finish deeper. “Take it. Take it all from me.”
I’ll give her everything. She’s a goddamn diamond. And diamonds never break.
With that, I pull out of her sodden cunt, rub my crown along her clit, then slam forward with a violent growl.
She screams through clenched teeth, reaching back to dig her claws into my ass.
Fucking love that. Fucking love how those tits bounce from the force of my thrusts.
Deep, slow, penetrating, I pump in and out, beating up her pussy like the devil I am.
Or his darker, more twisted alter ego. Sounds about right.
Gripping her breasts for leverage until her hot, welted back flares against my chest, I drive into her with a force that shakes my bones and sends stars flaring over my vision.
I rub her sore, erect nipples, rub her hypersensitive clit until she bears down, triggering my own release.
I lift her hips up and bring her down hard, slamming her onto my cock as she explodes all around me.
By fuck, she’s strong, those inner muscles determined to shove me out as the dam in her bursts.
One grip of her hair, and I watch her face as she falls apart. Her eyes glaze over. Then roll to the back of her head. And the seismic energy between us sends the release so powerfully, it’s like the sea crashing against the mountain.
She floods my dick at the same time that I empty my balls into her, willing her womb to open and take my seed. Because once I’ve bred her, once she’s bears my heir, she’s tied to me forever. And none will ever take her from me.
Or else…a thousand damned lives will be waiting for me.