All Chapters of WET DESIRES WITH MY KINGS: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Chapter Twenty One *MIRA* I kissed him back with everything I had, even though I could not match the fierce intensity he brought to it. He captured my lower lip first, drawing it into his mouth as if he meant to devour it, then shifted to the upper, biting and licking the spot immediately with urgent need. Before I could catch my breath, he took both of my lips at once, deepening the kiss until it felt like he might consume me whole. He kissed me relentlessly, slow and hard, until my lips throbbed, tender and swollen from the force of it. He tore his mouth from mine, and before I could catch my breath, he yanked my nightgown up and off in one ruthless motion, tossing it aside as if it were nothing. His hand fisted in my hair, dragging my head back, exposing my throat as my pulse throbbed wildly beneath his grip. Then he leaned in and bit down hard on my neck, sinking his teeth deep like he was trying to tear me open. A sharp cry ripped from me as pain and heat exploded be

Chapter Twenty Three “Don't fucking cum,” he warned, his fingers scissoring and wrecking the walls inside me all at once. “No please, I’m so close!” I cried out, my legs trembling as my palms buckled against the wall. “No. You wait for my permission,” he added another finger, making it four, stretching my walls to the breaking point to accommodate him. “Oh fuck… I’m so full, Rurik, ” a breathless moan escaped me as I ripped one hand from the wall, tangling my fingers in his hair while he leaned in to bite at my shoulder. “Not yet, baby,” his pace quickened, and my mouth hung open, a string of broken moans escaping as he dug into me. The wet, rhythmic slap of his palm against my soaked skin echoed down the empty hallway, loud. “Fuck… fuck fuck fuck Rurik! I'll cum..” I gasped, and inhaled, my body shook violently. He squeezed my nipple tight, pulling me into him as my pussy spasmed, liquid dripped down my thighs, sticky and wet. “Yes… Rurik… yes,” I breathed, my body tr

​ Chapter Twenty five “Relax,” he growled, his voice a low vibration against my skin. “Your pussy needs a slow opening first.” He began to thrust in and out, a slow agonizing grind, each slide producing a slick, heavy sound that made my toes curl. The wet friction of his thick length was driving me insane, but I didn’t want it gentle. I fisted his butt cheek again, my nails digging deep into his muscle to pull him closer. “Yes! Pound me, Rurik. Don't you dare stop,” I commanded, my voice breaking. ​He leaned in, his breath hot against my ear as he chuckled. “You love this dick, don't you?” ​“Go faster,no more questions Rurik! Fuck me!” I moaned, my voice echoing. My right fingers dragged against the wall as I fought for balance while my left hand clawed at his butt, trying to pull all of him deeper as he surged in and out of my soaking wetness. “Harder, Rurik! Fuck the hell out of me! Don't you stop!” He didn't waste any time. He was as hungry as I am. He started pumping

Chapter Twenty Seven *MIRA* ​“You learned well. Great,” he chuckled, the sound low and teasing, and suddenly, a wave of shame hit me. I felt exposed, not just because I was naked, but because he’d seen exactly how much I'd enjoyed it, desperately. I crouched in the dark, searching for my nightgown, my fingers sweeping across the small space where we had stood until they brushed against the soft fabric. The moment I grabbed it, another hand closed over mine, warm. “Let’s put you to bed, tight pussy,” he murmured. Before I could respond, he lifted me effortlessly into his arms. I shut my eyes as he carried me down the hallway, my body still weak and trembling, my thoughts tangled with everything that had just happened. When we stepped into my room, bright light flooded my vision. I opened my eyes immediately, my heart pounding with anticipation to see his real face, only to see that his face was hidden once again behind the mask. “Rurik…” I called softly, searching his eye

Chapter Twenty Nine “Secondly, they will make sure you do not enter anyone’s room except mine.” My jaw dropped. I turned sharply to Rurik, hoping for a reaction, a protest, anything, but he remained in the same position, unmoved and unreadable. “Are you joking, Vlad?” I asked, my voice trembling now. “You must be joking. What is this?” “I’m not done talking, Mira.” He lifted his hand in the air, silencing me instantly. The gesture was effortless, commanding, and it infuriated me that my body reacted before my pride did. The anger inside me burned so hot that my chest tightened, making it difficult to breathe properly. “Thirdly,” he went on, his expression hardening, “they are there to ensure no one enters your room except you and me.” He placed both hands flat on the table and leaned forward slightly, his eyes meeting mine without blinking. “No one in this house has access to you anymore except me, and if you need anything, I am just one phone call away.” He reached benea