Chosen By The Cursed Alpha King Novel

044 Urce Words +25 Bonus Use Words DAMIEN'S POV The thread snapped. I grabbed her by the throat and crushed my mouth to hers. The kiss was rough, hungry, all teeth and tongue and raw need. She moaned into me instantly, pressing her body flush against mine, soft curves molding to every hard line of me. Her hands flew up, wrapping around my neck, fingers digging into my hair as she pulled me closer, kissing me back like she was starving. Fuck, she tasted like heaven and sin mixed together. I groaned deep in my chest, the sound rumbling against her lips.

"you asked for this, baby," I rasped, breaking the kiss just long enough to speak. "I won't be gentle." "Yes," she panted, eyes wild and dark. "Do whatever you want with me." My cock jumped hard at those words, straining painfully against my pants. I couldn't wait anymore. I lifted her up effortlessly, her legs wrapping around my waist on instinct as I carried her toward the bed, mouths still fused together. She kissed me right back, nails scraping my neck, hips grinding against me in a way that nearly made me lose it right there.

I sat down on the edge of the mattress with her straddling me, then-without warning-flipped her over my lap. She gasped, the sound sharp and surprised, her body bending across my thighs, red satin riding up. I hesitated for one heartbeat, hand hovering over her ass, giving her one last chance to change her mind. But when she twisted her head to look back at me, eyes wide and trusting, lips swollen from my kisses... I saw nothing but want. Trust. Love. No fear. That was all I needed.

I dragged the hem of the dress up to her waist, slow and deliberate exposing the tiny black lace thong she wore underneath. My mouth went dry. "Perfect," I muttered, voice thick. I hooked a finger under the lace, pulling it tight between her cheek, pressing it against her until she whimpered and squirmed. Then I yanked it down her thighs, snapping the flimsy thing clean off and tossing it aside. Her bare ass was right there-round, soft, waiting. I squeezed one cheek hard, then rubbed slow circles over the skin, "Are you ready, baby?" "Yes," she breathed, voice trembling with excitement.

I brought my hand down-hard. The slap echoed in the room. She jerked forward with a sharp cry, ngers clawing at the sheets. "Are you okay, baby?" I asked immediately, voice low but steady. She nodded fast, pushing her ass up toward me again. "Use words," I commanded. 1/4 044 Use Words +25 Bonus "Yes," she whispered. I spanked her again-harder this time. "Count." "One," she gasped. Again. "Two..." By five, her skin was turning pink. By ten, she was moaning-actually moaning-arching into every strike like she couldn't get enough. I couldn't believe it.

My sweet, shy Rose was taking it like she was torn for this. Pushing back, begging with her body for more. Twenty. Her ass was glowing red, hot under my palm. She was breathing hard, trembling, but still lifting herself toward me. I slid my fingers between her thighs and cursed under my breath. "Fuck, baby... you're soaked." She was dripping, slick and ready, coating my fingers the second I touched her. I pulled her up gently, turning her to straddle me again. Her eyes were blown wide, pupils huge, cheeks flushed deep red. "Are you okay?" I asked, cupping her face. "Yes," she panted.

"Did you like it?" "Yes." "Was it too much?" "No." I growled, low and feral. "Mine. All fucking mine." I kissed her hard, then threw her back onto the bed. She landed with a soft bounce, legs falling open instantly, spreading wide for me. The red dress was bunched around her waist, her wet pussy on full display, glistening in the low light. Her back arched, offering herself completely. I stood, ripping my shirt off, buttons flying. Pants next-gone in seconds.

I stood naked in front of her, cock hard and throbbing, stroking myself once, slow and deliberate, just to watch her bite her lip and squirm. Her eyes devoured me. I climbed onto the bed, spreading her thighs wider with my knees. "Told you I was going to fuck you in this dress," I murmured, volc dark. I pulled the satin higher, bunching it at her hips, and kissed her dep-claiming her mouth as I lined myself up at her entrance. Then I slammed in. One brutal thrust, buried to the hilt. She cried out into my mouth, nails raking down my back. I pulled out-almost all the way-then slammed back in.

Again. Again. Again. 2/4 044 Use Words +25 Bonus No slow build. No gentle rhythm. Just hard, deep, punishing thrust that shook the bed. She whimpered and moaned into my kisses, legs wrapping tight around my waist, heels digging into my back like she wanted me deeper. "Damien...fuck...Damien-so fast-" Her head fell back, exposing her throat. I wrapped my hand around it-not squeezing, just holding, feeling her pulse race under my fingers as I pounded into her. She tried to pull away for a second, overwhelmed, but I didn't let her. "Take it," I growled against her lips.

"You wanted it." "Yes-don't stop-" Her back arched high, body tightening around me like a vice. "Come for me," I ordered, voice rough. "Milk my cock." She shattered. Her whole body convulsed, walls clenching hard around me, pulling me deeper as she came with a broken cry. I followed right after-groaning her name into her mouth, thrusting deep one last time and emptying inside her, hot and endless. We collapsed together, breathing ragged, sweat-slicked, hearts pounding in sync. I stayed inside her, not ready to pull out, forehead pressed to hers. Then-she laughed.

A soft, breathless, happy laugh. I pulled back, blinking down at her. Had I fucked her so hard she lost her mind? "That felt so good," she whispered, still giggling, eyes shining. "Ioved it." I groaned, dropping my head to her shoulder. "You drive me insane." I kissed her neck, her jaw, her lips-soft now, reverent. "This is just the beginning," I murmured against her skin. "All the things we're going to do from now on, mate... I hope you don't regret it." "Never," she said firmly, fingers threading through my hair. I pulled back to look at her-really look.

Her face was flushed, hair wild, lips swollen, eyes soft and full of love. Mine. All mine. I cupped her face, thumb brushing her cheek. "I love you so fucking much," I whispered, voice thick with everyting I felt. She smiled, bright and beautiful. "I love you too." And just like that, the darkness didn't feel so dark anymore. Editorial Board Editorial Board Our editorial team works behind the scenes to refine each chapter, maintain consistency, and deliver the best reading experience.