12.

Riley’s POV

My heart froze at his words before picking up at a fast rate, my throat suddenly feeling dry, my skin missing the contact of his lips on it.

The tension between us was palpable; the air thickened.

He tugged a hair behind my ears; without hesitation, he leaned in, his lips capturing mine in a searing kiss. I felt like I'd been punched in the gut, my breath knocked out of me.

Waves of shock washed over me, leaving me tongue-tied and helpless.

Before I could even process what was happening, Mr. King's arms wrapped around me, lifting me off the ground. I felt like I was floating, my feet dangling in midair as he headed towards the room.

His kiss was soft yet demanding. He bit on my lower lip, seeking entrance, and I let him take my hands, driving into his soft silk hair, trying to match his pace.

I couldn't believe this was happening. Just moments before, I was furious with him, demanding answers and feeling betrayed.

But now...now I felt like I was melting into his arms, my resistance crumbling beneath his kiss.

It’s like I’ve been charmed.

We walked into the room, and he kicked the door open, finally breaking the kiss as we both gasped for air.

I shut my eyes, unable to meet his stare, his hot breath fanning my face.

He was making me feel things I’d never felt before, and it didn’t sit well with me.

I hid my face in the crook of his neck, and I didn’t miss the chuckle that slipped.

The shock and confusion, desire surging within me. It was like my body had betrayed me, responding to Mr. King's touch despite my mind's protests.

He dropped me down to the ground at the edge of the bed; his hands found my zipper; he didn’t waste time in drawing it down.

I gasped, my mind screaming to stop this, but my body wanted him to keep going and see how far he’d go.

I felt my dress come off, left in my undergarment with my eyes still shut; he captured my lips again, but this time it was faster than the previous.

As he laid me down on the bed, his lips still locked onto mine. He broke the lips, trailing kisses on my collarbone.

I clutched on the bedsheet, my eyes rolling in pleasure. His lips on my skin make my core heat up.

For a moment I tried to picture Asher, but his thoughts didn’t stick but rather Mr. Kings. By now I believe I was charmed.

Tears accumulated at the brim of my eyes my core seeking attention I tried to reach for it but Mr King held onto my wrist spreading them to the side.

He bore his stare into mine, “Let me.”

I wanted any form of contact to my core, anything that would make me release.

He leaned back yet again kissing me slowly and replying drinking down every ounce of her despair, her agony.

I felt him unclasp my bra, taking it off of me, then followed by my panties.

The room wasn’t light and neither was it dark; I could see the way Mr. King stared at me like I was his salvation, like I was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

Not even Asher has ever given me that look.

I watched him undress, my heart racing with each second. It hammered against its rib cage as though it was going to slip out.

And then his boxers came off, freeing his hard dick, which made my mouth dry.

He was huge, and for a second I wondered if he’d fit inside of me, but then I remembered that it wouldn’t be the first time he went inside of me, even though that time I was drunk.

He didn’t miss the fear lingering in my eyes; he leaned close to my left ear.

“You are mine now,” he whispers in a slow and husky voice.

I could feel his head at my core, a small moan slipping from my lips.

He grunts before slowly slipping inside of me. All of the right reasons left my head. He moved bit by bit, but knowing that I could never contain him, at least not now, he paused, pulling out all the way and driving in with a hard thrust.

“Ahh!”

I let out a strangled moan, my body seizing, my muscles clamping down around him, desperate, involuntary, like some pathetic attempt at salvation.

He growled.

"You don't belong to him anymore," he hissed, biting down on my collar, trying to match his thrust.

"You carry my name now, Mrs. King; you belong to me.

He took me as fast as he could, fucking me to oblivion. For a moment I forgot how to breathe, the pleasure getting more and more intense the need for a release increased.

I was close, and he knew that “Please.” I cried out, trying to move for friction, but he didn’t let me.

“Say it” he orders his tune deep and serious.

A lone tear slipped from my eyes, my lips quivering. “I…. Ugh…”

He hit me on my G spot, causing my eyes to roll back in pleasure. I was so close that with a little more friction, I would wreck.

“I’m yours.”

He smirked in satisfaction, giving me what I wanted, and minutes later came, followed by him; he emptied his seed inside of me before falling to the side and drawing me into his arms.

He placed a kiss on my forehead, mumbling something I didn’t quite get, my eyes giving up to a deep slumber.