TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING novel Chapter 183

CHAPTER 125: BEG FOR IT–2

My pride wars with my desperation, and desperation wins in a landslide.

“Please.” The word comes out broken. “Please, Knox. I need your c**k inside me. Please, baby. I need you to fuck me so hard I can’t walk tomorrow. Please-

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He slams into me.

One thrust, all the way to the hilt, so deep I swear I can feel him in my throat.

The scream that tears out of me echoes off the concrete walls, blending with Gale’s horrified wailing in a symphony of depravity that should shame me and instead just makes me wetter.

“There we go,” Knox growls, pulling almost all the way out and driving back in even harder. “There’s my good girl. Begging so pretty. Taking my c**k so well. This is what you needed, wasn’t it? Needed someone to put you in your place. Someone to fuck the brat right out of you.”

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He’s not gentle. Not careful. He fucks me like he’s trying to break me apart, like he’s staking a claim so deep it’ll never be removed, like every thrust is a statement: mine, mine, mine.

The concrete scrapes my back raw and I don’t care. My head is bouncing off the floor with every impact and I don’t care.

All I can think about is the feeling of him inside me – the stretch, the fullness, the way he hits that spot deep inside that makes my vision go white.

“Look at him,” Knox commands, and I turn my head to see Gale pressed against the bars of his cage, face twisted with impotent rage and something that looks like genuine anguish. “Look at your pathetic ex–husband watching another man fuck what he thought belonged to him. You never belonged to him, did you? You were always waiting for me. Waiting for someone who could actually worship you.”

“Yes-” The word punches out of me on a moan. “Fuck–yes- I was always- always waiting-”

“Tell him.” Knox grabs my chin, forcing me to keep looking at Gale while he pounds into me. “Tell him who

r you belong to now.”

“You- I belong to you- oh goddess, Knox, I’m yours-”

“Tell him whose c**k is making you feel this good.”

“Yours! Your c**k- fuck, your c**k is so big, so fucking deep-”

Gale is sobbing now, broken sounds that barely register because Knox is fucking me so hard I can’t think,

can’t breathe, can barely remember my own name.

He hooks one of my legs over his shoulder, changing the angle, and the scream that tears out of me is genuine, involuntary, dragged from the depths of my soul by pleasure so intense it borders on violence. “Fucking hell, Ember. I’m gonna fill you up,” Knox grits out, his rhythm starting to falter. “I’m gonna come so

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deep inside you. Mark you from the inside out. Show him exactly who you belong to.”

“Yes–please–fill me up, Knox, I need it, I need your cum-”

He reaches between us, finds my clit, and starts rubbing in tight vicious circles.

Clam

“Come with me.” It’s hardly a request. Not even a command. It’s inevitability. “Come on my c**k, Ember. Now.”

The orgasm hits me like a bomb detonating.

Everything goes white. My back arches so hard I’m barely touching the ground, my mouth open in a silent scream because I don’t have the breath to make sound.

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