Chapter 23
Chapter Twenty-Three
AUDREY
Audrey’s Room
Aleks devoured me like I was the oxygen he needed to breathe, like he had been dying in my absence, insanity considering I had seen him yesterday.
Breaking the kiss, he stepped backwards, scanning my room until he found the standing mirror, ironically positioned perfectly for him to make sure I could watch what he would do to me… how I fucking begged for him.
He brought those depraved, dark navy eyes to me, a sinful smirk dancing across his lips as he began unbuckling his belt. He crooked a finger at me in a silent come here gesture, tension sparking between us when I refused to give in right away.
“Printsessa, you don’t want to deny me right now.
” His rough voice shattered the fragile silence of the room as he finished pulling his belt out from his pants and coiled it around his hand.
“Bend over the desk.” A command, not a suggestion, given in the softest voice threaded with unmalleable steel. “Now.”
I walked up to him until we stood toe-to-toe, still refusing to bow.
His hands snapped out, grabbing onto my arms as he roughly turned me around and pressed my chest down against the cold wood, not stopping until his thigh split my legs and my arse was in his face, my jersey dress having ridden up so high I was fully exposed to him.
Aleks ran a finger through the arousal slickening my folds, the result of his prolonged teasing, that was leaking from my throbbing core.
“Tsk, tsk. What should I do to you? My bad, little Printsessa. So greedy. So wet already from dancing on my lap, feeling my dick get hard for you.” He continued to play with my folds, slowly adding a finger and pinching my clit as if he was testing to see how much he could push the frayed edge of my control.
“What a needy little cunt, fucking desperate for my cum to fill her up.”
Mewling, I bucked into his hand, searching for friction as he edged me closer to release.
Heat coiled dangerously in my core, making me feel like every nerve-ending I had was lit up.
Aleks stopped suddenly, the faint sound of his zipper filled the room, and cold air hit my pussy as he backed up enough to remove his slacks.
Then, the hot press of skin as his erection settled between my arse cheeks.
His rough hand clamped down on the back of my head, angling it so I could see out into the hall. A hall I now noticed was visible through the wide-open door he failed to close before bending me over and having me scream for him.
“Aleks, the door,” I sputtered as a rough slap burned my arse.
“The door,” I moaned again, hoping for him to see reason and stop before someone walked by and saw. Liar, you want them to see. To watch as you get railed by your King…
“Printsessa, the boys need to know that you’re not theirs.” A dangerous edge lined his voice, as if daring me to refuse.
Slap.
“They need to know that while you may be their Queen…”
Slap.
“I am.”
Slap.
“Your.”
Slap.
“Goddamn.”
Slap.
“King.”
Slap.
“And that the only cock you will come for…”
Slap.
“Is mine.”
Aleks surged toward me, forcing my legs wider as his hand pushed me further onto my desk.
My nipples rubbed against the wood painfully as the piercing I had sent little shocks of pleasure jolting through me.
He bent me in half, ramming his dick all the way to the hilt in one go until his hips slammed into me and my hands shot forwards in an attempt to grasp the desk in an attempt to balance me.
His pace was brutal, each thrust shoving me further up my desk, causing papers and pencils to scatter onto the floor. He fucked into me like he was waging a war. Like a man who had been pushed too far to the edge.
His hands grasped my hips in a bruising hold, keeping me still and preventing me from meeting his thrusts.
Punishment, I realised, for taunting him earlier.
Perfection, the way the metal balls at his cockhead felt each time he pulled out and pushed back in.
The friction and edge of pain caused from his magic cross and sheer size of him blended together until all I could do was scream.
“Fuck. You feel so good, Lenochka.” Raspiness filled his voice as he released a long groan, his hips railing into me harder as he slapped my arse again. Moving his hand, he fisted my hair, yanking my head back, my back arching instinctively and drawing a moan from me. “Who do you belong to?”
Thrust.
“Say. It.”
Thrust.
“No one,” I bit back, refusing to give in to his demand.
“Who.”
Thrust.
“Do. You.”
Thrust.
“Belong.”
Thrust.
Thrust.
Thrust.
“To?” He yanked harder on my hair, his other hand clenching my hip so tight I could already feel the bruises that I would relish in tomorrow.
He went quiet then, gearing up to punish me again when my cunt began to quiver and my walls began to squeeze around him, signalling to him that I was on the brink of my first orgasm.
“Nyet, Printsessa. Only good girls get to come for me.”
Aleks pulled out suddenly, leaving my pussy empty and wantonly pulsing for the release it had been denied.
“Let me come, korol, please,” I begged, smirking as a possessive light flared in his eyes as he watched me bent over, begging and needy from his cock and hands. His teeth.
“Not until you admit you belong to me.”
His voice was resolute. Demanding. The ache left me throbbing, hard and relentless as my pussy clenched around thin air instead of him. My body begged for me to give in and admit what everyone downstairs no doubt already knew. Had already heard.
“I’m yo—” My reply was cut off as he entered me again, his cock hitting something deeper as he propped one of my legs onto my desk. “Yees, soo good. Ki—” Shoving my face down, he moved his hips, sheathing every inch of him in me until I swore I felt him hitting my cervix.
“Aleks,” I screamed, forgetting about any possible audience we might have, becoming lost in the pleasure he was doing his damndest to yank from my soul. “Yes. Yes. I’m close.” His pace stuttered, the iron grip he kept on his control weakening in the face of my moans.
Breaking his pace, he pulled me from the desk. His grip on my hips and throat loosened as he used his body to spin me around, until I was facing the mirror, my thighs rubbing together as I caught the shadow of someone in the hall. “Tell me.”
I looked like I had been ravaged. My blond strands were in disarray and my pale skin covered in love-marks, slaps, and bruises. Still, I wanted more, the feel of his thick cock in me as I stood staring at what this desire between us did. “Whose pussy is this?”
His hands snaked up my torso to cup my breasts, pinching my nipples as he peppered sweet kisses along my neck and jaw. I could feel his dick pulsing in me, the way his leisurely pace teased me at what was to come had my hips meeting him in time. Thrust for thrust. Until I gave in.
“Yours.” I moaned as his hand slid around my neck, squeezing slightly and setting off the beginnings of my release as he kicked my desk chair out of the way, giving him a full view of me as I came all over his dick.
“My pussy is…” I rasped, my walls tightening around his cock in a vice grip. “Yours.”
“That’s right, Printsessa. Now scream as your cunt milks my cock. Show all those boys down there what a Queen sounds like when she comes for her King,” Aleks whispered, bending down to bite my ear as he tightened his hold on my throat even more.
His eyes locked onto Lexington’s reflection where he stood in the hall as a gasp left my lips. My eyes fluttered shut, too consumed in the euphoria, as his pace started up again, his hand once again controlling the speed of my hips as the forbidden desire of being watched flooded me.
“Now, pretty girl…come for me.” His command detonated the orgasm that had been building, leaving me a weeping mess as an abundance of liquid heat encompassed me. “Open your eyes, Printsessa. Watch what you do to me…”
Drawing my eyes up to his, I startled, catching Lex adjusting himself as he backed away just as Aleks slapped my clit. Pain shot through me, making me forget that someone had been watching us, just seconds ago as he slapped my pussy again.
“Aleks. I’m com-ming, please.” My body spasmed as my pussy clamped down on his cock, a groan leaving him as he reached his climax as well.
“Please. Come inside me, King, please…” My screams dissolved into moans as he pumped me full of his cum, filling me up and marking me as his for anyone who dared to walk by again.
His cock gave a reluctant twitch as he finished emptying his load inside me, like it never wanted to leave my heat, much like the man attached to it.
“Lenochka, you always take me so well.” Aleks' voice was full of masculine satisfaction as he slid out of me and pulled me into his chest as he watched his cum slide down my legs before his hand moved to cup my pussy, pushing it back into me.
His eyes darkened, becoming so ominous that the navy of his eyes appeared almost black.
His other hand travelled up my side, cupping my breast as he squeezed the tender flesh before continuing up to the base of my throat, his fingers flexing along my collar bones as his hand collared me again.
“I’ll never tire of this, Lenochka. Of you and me.
” Dropping his head, he breathed me in, burying his face in my neck as he moulded his body against my back.
“Such a good girl for me…” His rasp was barely heard, his hands moving as he adjusted his grip on me so he could pick me up and carry me over to the bed.
Lying me down, he walked into my ensuite and turned on the tap, returning a minute later with a warm cloth to clean me up after I had been so thoroughly covered in him.