HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION (An Erotic Billionaire Romance) novel Chapter 163

CHAPTER 0165

Meadow’s POV:

Yes. A goddamn throne. I couldn’t call it a chair because that wasn’t what it was. It was big and black and… beautiful, with purple highlights that accentuated the head. All the breath escaped my lungs.

“Alaric…” I was too speechless to finish my sentence.

“Would you like to sit on it?” he asked. I nearly jumped. I hadn’t even realized when he stepped behind me. I started to turn around to face him but he stopped me, squeezing my waist and preventing me from looking at him.

Alaric wrapped my hair around his hand twice and yanked it to the side. He was a bit rough with it, but it caused more wetness to gather between my thighs. “Don’t look at me,” he instructed, leaning in to slide his tongue along the length of my neck. “Answer the question,” he finished as his hand cupped my covered breasts from behind.

I leaned back against him and a moan slipped out. “I don’t

” I stuttered. “I don’t know.”

It seemed so… majestic-which obviously it should’ve been since it was a throne. But I was a little intimidated by it. Okay, maybe more than a little.

But I was also fucking turned on.

What did he use this for? Sit on it while his women pleasured him?

A hot feeling spread throughout my chest at the thought of another woman getting on her knees in front of him and doing what he wanted.

Being choked with his cock.

I wanted to do that. To get on my knees in front of him. I wanted him to choke me and spill into me, and then reward me for being a good girl and fuck me hard and fast.

“Your thoughts are as loud as ever, baby girl,” Alaric’s silky voice pulled me out of my thoughts. “You don’t know if you want to sit on it?”

“I don’t.” My voice cracked and I cleared my throat, shaking my head. “I want YOU to sit on it and tell me what to do.”

Alaric’s grip tightened around my hair and a strangled sound escaped his throat. And then he chuckled darkly. ” You think you’re in a position to tell me what you want?”

A shiver cracked down my spine. I was in trouble and I knew it. I’d done so much to defy him and I knew he was probably itching to punish me.

I swallowed, pushing my hip backward against him, and a gasp escaped my throat when my ass brushed against his hard bulge.

“You once told me you have a burning desire to give me whatever I want,” | breathed, biting down on my bottom lip.

His warm breath fanned ear as he chuckled again. “That, I did.” He squeezed my boob with one hand while the other stayed wrapped around my hair. “But naughty girls don’t always get what they want.” His voice lowered an octave.” And you’ve been a naughty girl, haven’t you?”

I didn’t answer. I was too focused on the sound of his voice and the things it did to my core.

His hand started to slide down from my boobs to my abdomen. “Fuck..” he cursed. “I have been way too lenient with you. Way too damn lenient.”

“Have you?” I asked sarcastically. I was trying to push him.

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