I wrap my arms around them.
“Ovulating…” I whisper to myself, the word trailing to a pause. It’s time. Tonight or tomorrow. That is why I am at this party. Why the lords have travelled to The Estate.
We begin breeding soon.
Chapter Six
Rome
Though keenly aware of Kong at the door with my captive, my body struggles to not consume her whole. To not sink my teeth into her shoulder, thrust my cock through her seal, split her open to take me.
I can still feel her warm arse on my palm. I had to restrain myself, holding back so I didn’t belt her to a swollen mess. Bruises are merely an expectation when I fuck a woman, hurting them even when I try not to.
“I will give you a few moments to settle after that punishment.” I draw circles with my fingers in her silky black hair, calming myself down as much as her.
I lost my temper.
Furious about the scene with Odio.
Maddened by the eyes on her.
And then she swept Ana behind her, protecting the potential heir as though she were born to do it—conditioned to place that unnamed, untitled fetus above all else.
I sigh hard.
My hand smooths down her hair, fingers lazily dipping to her jaw before digging into her chin. I force her to look up at me.
Big, violet-coloured eyes peer up, eclipsed by long black lashes. “Time to get to know each other, little creature. I know you Silk Girls protect your seal, but do you also protect your lips? Has anyone else besides that fucker Endigo been on these?” I ask, swiping my thumb over the plump flesh of her rosy lower lip. She has been around the Guard, doctors, and other Trade men, most of her life. My tone deepens with warning. The answer better fucking be no. “Anyone licked them? Has anyone thrust between them so deep you couldn’t breathe, but you revelled in every moment of that sweet suffocation?”
Her breaths became shallow, eyes wide, blinking faster. My little blinker. Swallowing, she can only shake her head.
The correct answer curves my lips up in one corner.
“On your knees and open your mouth. You want attention—” I smirk and begin to undo my belt. “Let’s see if you like it. Everything has a consequence.”
I know this is fucked, but it won’t be the first time a Silk Girl was played with before she was claimed. Or even after. Only the womb is sacred, not the mouth. I didn’t—don’t— intend on claiming her to carry my heir. I will hurt her. I know this. I’ll stretch her too wide; I’ll bruise her… Fuck. And for fucking reasons I do not appreciate, I despise the thought of destroying her more than I want her wet pussy clenching around me.
But fuck…
Only slightly more.
She tries not to touch me, her little hands held by her sides, hesitant to do anything. A soft breath leaves her as she lifts to her knees between my thighs, staring at the leather of my belt open at the buckle. “Let’s see if you can handle the kind of attention you are recklessly seeking.” I lift my hips and lean backward. “Take out my cock.”
Shaky fingers reach up to work the zipper down, and that sweet nervous energy is all it takes to harden my cock, fill it with blood in front of her as she unwraps it.
By the time she gets the zipper down, I’m so fucking hard that my cock jerks into the air, so heavy and thick it feels like a solid tungsten rod.
Her eyes widen.
“Now, my sweet little creature” —I reach for the base, grab a hold, and squeeze upward to the tip, shuddering with the need to explode across her inexperienced pink lips— “Lick.”
She leans down and at the first little lick, I groan and start to tug my length. I pump hard, jerking my cock to its full angry potential, veins rising with blood, while she licks the tip like a kitten lapping at fucking milk. “More. Open your mouth. You’ll only be able to suck the head, but I need to see you try for more. Try your hardest, sweet creature, to pleasure your king.”
A look of consideration flitters in her eyes as though my words were a true challenge to her soul. I like her even more in this moment.
I am mindful of the men waiting outside the door, but I don’t give a fuck. They can wait.
She opens her mouth and rolls the swollen head between her lips and fuck… She suddenly moves, positions herself ready to go to war with my cock, hands meeting my tight thighs, and, as I jerk myself up and down, she bobs to suck my blood-filled crown.
My head drops back to the seat as I groan, heat hitting my temples and coiling around the base of my spine.
With my bicep burning as I work my cock, I roar, “Enter!” to the closed door. I’m about ready to explode over my little creature’s pink lips, and I need him to witness this. To see who she belongs to. "The next time you think about drawing attention to yourself, I want you to remember this.” I growl to her. “Hmm? Remember all the ways you’ll be punished."
Kong strides in, shoving Lord Darwin forward until he falls to his hands and knees. He is gagged and already beaten.
Kong stands behind him. Darwin’s eyes widen on me before darting to the Silk Girl sucking me dry.
Mine. My hard stare snarls the claim before I even admit it to myself. I will have her. I will keep her. If not to carry my heirs, then to sit like a pet at my feet. I will keep her.
So we need one less lord.
“Concentrate on me, little creature. Don’t stop sucking your king, no matter what you hear.” I stare at Kong. “Spill him.”
Kong reaches around Darwin’s throat and drags a slivery blade across the column, carving a scarlet seam into his flesh. A man I have known my entire life. A man who fought battles beside me, drank whiskey with me, grew up with me. His carotid arteries gush as my balls begin to squeeze to the same thundering tempo.
My snarl is savage as I grab black hair and shove her warm, wet mouth down my cock, stretching her throat, hearing gags and gargles and splutters of blood to my climax. It’s a symphony— a damn work of art; the pulse of my cock flooding her mouth; the beat of his heart spurting blood over the banquet hall; my little creature’s eyes watering as she nearly drowns on the cum I unload into her virgin mouth.
And that is what you get.
When you touch my property.
I shudder as I finish. I drop my head backward and loosen my hold on her hair, allowing her to lift her head, the end of my cock sliding from her throat.
She gasps for air.
Fuck me, she’s pretty.
Still holding her close, I keep her angled away from the sight of Kong dragging Darwin’s body through a seeping bloody puddle and out of the dining room.
I tuck my cock into my pants.
After a few deep breaths, feeling less tight and territorial, I peer down at her.
Violet eyes, black hair, rosy lips, and a flush of arousal that burns a trail down her neck and across her chest. She is lovely and needy, but she doesn’t know what for. She has no idea that the past two first-lights in the Medi-deck before The Circle to her room, she was shot with an ovum-triggering serum along and a cocktail on prenatal vitamins.
I smooth her hair down from where I tangled the strands, petting her softly. “That’s a girl. No need to draw attention to yourself anymore.”
Wincing, she tries to hide the roll of her jaw as it seemingly cramps. I frown and reach between my thighs to massage her cheeks. “Does your jaw hurt? You may speak.”