All the King's Men by Lacey Savage Read Free Book Online

easily?
    Failing to give voice to her thoughts, she cleared her
throat. “He may not have a choice.”

Chapter Three
     
    The dream was always the same. It began with exquisite
pleasure and ended in more pain than Nelina thought she could endure. Yet she
lived through it every night, helpless to change the course of the events that
spiraled out of control around her.
    Her hips arched up to meet Kirel’s cock. He lay on top of
her, his weight held on hands splayed out on either side of her head. His eyes
bore into hers. The sheer magnitude of what she saw there took her breath away.
    “I love you,” he whispered again and again and again. His
low, husky chant tormented her even as it drew her close to the brink of
release. Her entire body hummed with a low, throbbing intensity, as though he’d
set her nerve endings on fire with his lips, his hands, his cock.
    Nelina writhed, fighting against the memories that tugged at
her mind. She struggled to break free but the vision held her firmly in its
grip, taunting her with images of everything she couldn’t have.
    When the door burst inward, sending shards of wood to rain
down on Kirel, Nelina screamed. She lashed out against the arms that pulled
Kirel off her. Sobs clogged her throat. Tears ran down her face but she paid
them no heed.
    As he always did, Kirel leapt from the bed. This time,
however, was different.
    Instead of attacking his assailants, he nodded to one of
them. “She’s yours. Do whatever you want to her.”
    The breath fled from her lungs. Nelina opened her mouth to
cry out but before she could make more than a strangled sound, powerful hands
clamped down on her shoulders and pushed her back onto the bed.
    Panic clawed at Nelina’s mind. This wasn’t the way the dream
was supposed to unfold. Hoping for his comforting reassurance, she glanced at
Kirel but could make out nothing in his face except for a faint flicker of
amusement.
    “She likes it rough,” he told the Guardians. “Make sure you
give it to her good and hard. She’ll beg you for more.”
    Abruptly one of the Guardians yanked her up and settled her
on his lap. His clothes were gone. She slid down smoothly on his solid cock and
he thrust his hips upward, impaling her until she took him balls-deep inside
her body.
    “No!” Her stunned cry was lost in a barrage of masculine
chuckles.
    She slammed her closed fists against the Guardian’s chest,
her blows failing to even make him flinch. Dark golden hair curled around his
ears and fell over his forehead. He moved inside her as though he belonged
there, with the strong assurance of a man used to getting what he wanted.
    The rhythm was remorseless. He pounded her pussy with
frantic thrusts that speared her to the core. To her horror, her body continued
to respond to him as it had to Kirel only minutes earlier.
    Cream coated her channel, smoothing his glide. His hands
were clamped to her waist and he easily bounced her up and down on his massive
girth. Her nipples beaded to stiff nubs. A flush spread over her chest,
alerting her to her growing need, her building orgasm.
    “I knew it! You love a big cock inside you,” Kirel taunted.
“Let’s see how you handle two.”
    Kirel’s triumphant jibes brought a fresh wave of tears to
Nelina’s eyes. She wasn’t supposed to be enjoying this! These men were her
enemy. She’d spent years trying to banish them from her nightmares and now here
she was, eagerly fucking one of them, digging her nails into his shoulders with
wild abandon as she rode his massive shaft.
    “Hold her.” She didn’t recognize the other Guardian’s voice.
    “No need,” Kirel replied. “You’ll see.”
    Before Nelina could wonder what he meant, she felt the
thick, unmistakable head of a cock prodding her bottom. It slid through the
crevice of her nether cheeks while fingers held her open then thrust inside her
well-oiled anus.
    The man’s shaft plunged into her past the tight ring of
muscle and nestled in her back