This is a scene from King's Wrath that was written in Lily's POV. I've now written it in King's POV for you. I hope you love it!
I knocked back half the glass of whisky I’d just poured and placed the glass on the desk. The burn of it against my throat was what I was looking for tonight. Bronze weighed heavily on my mind, as did Skylar. Fuck, I hadn’t seen her this anxious for a long time, and the fact it was because of me and the club ate at me. I hoped like fuck Lily could talk her down because I sure as hell hadn’t been able to.
A sound at the office door alerted me to someone’s presence, and I looked up to find Lily watching me with a look I couldn’t quite place. Concern perhaps.
“What?” I barked. I didn’t need her concern. Didn’t need to drag her into my shit. The sooner Lily stopped worrying over me, the better. And I sure as fuck didn’t need her hands on me again.
She entered the office, not taking any notice of my mood, and sat her ass on my desk of all fucking places.
“You should pour me a drink,” she said, her gaze locked to mine.
I threw the rest of my whisky down my throat. “You don’t need another drink.” I could smell the booze on her from here.
Her brows arched. “How do you know what I need?”
“I don’t, but I know it’s not that,” I said, placing my empty glass down. It sure as fuck wasn’t any more alcohol she needed.
Her gaze darted to the bottle of whisky beside me, and before I could stop her, she leant across me to swipe it up.
“Fuck,” I muttered, trying like hell to ignore how fucking good she smelt. My efforts proved futile, though. My dick was already hard from the minute I took in the red dress she wore that barely covered her ass. Her scent only intensified my desire.
She poured whisky into my glass and drank some while she watched me. The heat blazing from her eyes—hell, from her entire fucking body—told me she hadn’t come here just to talk. Lily wanted to fuck me. And while I wasn’t a man who ever cared enough to push a woman away when it was clear we weren’t a good match, fucking Lily was not on my agenda.
“Skylar took a pill. She should sleep all night.”
She took another swig of whisky. “You’re a man of few words, King. Normally I like that about people, but I kinda wish you’d say more.”
I clenched my jaw.
What the hell was it about this woman that made me want her? I had no business wanting her, but I was so damn hard for her I wasn’t sure I’d be able to say no if she continued pushing this.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her, however I refused to lower my gaze to her body. That shit would break my resolve; I knew that much.
Lily had to be the most beautiful woman I’d ever met. But my attraction was more than that; there was something else about her that had captivated me. She cared about people and gave of herself in ways not many women I knew did.
I wanted to fuck her, but I also wanted to protect her from me. A woman like Lily didn’t need anything I had to give, because let’s fucking face it, I just wanted to take from her.
I wanted to spread her the fuck out and use her to ease the shit from my mind.
I had nothing of value to give her in return.
I picked up the bottle of whisky and gulped some down. “I’ll get one of the boys to take you home.”
She shook her head. “No, I don’t want to go home. I want to stay here with you.”
Every fibre of my being tensed. No fucking way could she stay here with me. “No,” I said with force. I’d carry her out of here myself if I fucking had to.
She ignored me, placing her glass down so she could shimmy herself across the fucking desk towards me. I couldn’t stop myself—I dropped my eyes to her legs. Hell, any man would have. Those legs of hers were long and fucking spectacular, and I couldn’t get the image of them spread wide, out of my mind.
“King,” she said as she swung one leg around mine in an effort to place it between my legs.
I cut her off as I placed a hand on her thigh and held her leg in place, stopping her from succeeding with her goal. “I said no.”
She narrowed her eyes at me, a confused expression on her face. “Are you gay? Or do I just not do anything for you?”
Fucking hell. My restraint came close to breaking point, and within a second, I’d stood and wrapped one hand around her throat. Fuck it felt good there. Too fucking good. “You don’t wanna go there with me, Lily. I am not the kind of man a woman like you fucks.”
My actions and words were meant to send her running, but they didn’t. Instead, they seemed to bring her body to life more than it already was. She angled herself toward me, eyes alight with the kind of need I wasn’t sure I could walk away from. “No, you’re not. But I can’t get you out of my mind. Just give me one night. I just need one night where I don’t think about all the shit I have to deal with in my life.” She gripped my wrist. “And I think you do, too.”
Jesus, she wasn’t making this easy. I inhaled sharply and then exhaled while taking a moment to look at everything I’d be saying no to. Lily’s body was made for sin. My kind of sin. There was no fucking doubt about that. She had curves everywhere a woman should have curves. And while I knew they could handle the kind of shit I wanted to do to her, I wasn’t convinced her mind could. And if she were sober, she wouldn’t be in here begging me to do anything to her.
I was so fucking engrossed in her body that she managed to undo my belt and get my fucking zip half way down before I stopped her.
Fucking hell, she needed to fucking leave. I was this close to losing myself in her and demanding every dark thing I wanted from her. “This isn’t fucking happening, Lily,” I growled, stepping away from her. “You need to get off that desk and go the fuck home.”
She moved off the desk and came my way. “Why?” Her eyes demanded just as much from me as her words, and I felt my control slipping further away. “I felt you, King. You want this as much as I do.”
My mind fractured. The part of me that had accepted my depravity years ago roared to life, ready to give her what she wanted. The other part of me fought to stay in charge, fought like fuck not to go there with her.
I backed her up against the desk and gripped her throat again. “You have no fucking idea what I want. If you did, you’d run and never come back.” I glanced down at her chest, trying like hell to get a handle on the warring parts of my mind. When I looked back up at her, I said, “You need to leave before it’s too fucking late for both of us.”
She curled her hands around my biceps. “I don’t know what you mean, but I don’t care. I’m not leaving.”
My body thrummed with want. I fucking wanted everything she offered. And then some.
I dropped my head and rasped, “Fuck,” while my mind raced. I couldn’t fight myself any longer. I couldn’t continue saying no when all I wanted was to consume her.
I lifted my face back to hers, meeting her gaze. Spinning her around, I pressed her hard against the desk while grabbing her waist roughly. Sliding my other hand around her neck, I pulled her head to one side and growled against her ear, “Do you know what I like to do to women, Lily?” I paused, waiting for her response. When the only one she gave was a gasp, I gripped her neck tighter. “I’m rough in every way you can imagine. I’ll strip you and fuck you without a fucking care for your comfort. I’ll take what I need, over and fucking over, until you’re raw from my hands, my mouth, my dick.” As the words left my mouth, the darkness raging through me threatened to take over completely. Both Lily’s lust and her naiveté over what would truly go down between us fed that darkness in ways it hadn’t ever been fed. I’d never fucked a woman with the kind of innocence blazing from her. My voice dropped lower, as I added, “And when I’m finished, you won’t hurry back for more.”
She didn’t respond except to moan. It was that fucking moan that finally shattered my restraint.
I yanked her dress up and slid my hand inside her panties. When I had my fingers deep inside her, she moaned again. “Oh God.”
With my mouth still to her ear, I demanded, “Do you like pain, Lily?”
She quivered under my touch. “I don’t know.”
I circled her clit with my thumb while working her cunt. She was wet as fuck, and hell if that didn’t fuck with my mind some more. “You’ve never had it while being fucked?”
“Fuck,” I hissed. Grinding against her, I pushed her harder against the desk. “I will hurt you if I fuck you. Are you ready for that?”
She didn’t answer me, though, so I spun her around to face me. Grabbing her face, I said, “Answer me. Are you ready for me to hurt you?” With every passing second, I was losing myself to this.
She panted as she nodded. “Yes.”
I searched her eyes. She was saying yes, but it had to be the alcohol talking. Lily was too good, too pure for my filth. My dick was harder than it had ever been, I was fucking sure of that. And yet, I wouldn’t touch her. Not in the way I truly wanted to. I’d give her what she thought she wanted, and then I’d send her home and never fucking lay a hand on her again.
“You have no fucking idea what you’re asking for,” I growled before dropping to my knees and yanking her panties off.
Holding her legs, I buried my face in her cunt and ate her like a fucking starved man. I allowed my dark need to take over while I worked her towards the orgasm she desperately wanted. I wasn’t gentle with her in any way. And yet, her moans filled my ears, encouraging me closer to the edge I didn’t fucking want to go near.
My moves became rougher.
My touch was relentlessly harsh.
And she loved every fucking minute of it.
She came hard, and I had to claw myself away from her.
She was pushing me towards the fucking brink, and I had to get her the fuck out of here.
I stood and met her gaze. “You’ll never be ready for me.” I shoved her panties at her. “Get dressed. I’ll take you home.”
Without waiting for her response, I stalked out of the office. I needed a fucking minute, and I needed to put some space between us while I took that minute. Otherwise, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to stop myself from taking what I truly wanted.