Chapter 9

Zamora's pov

He began to undress, unfastening the ties of his trousers and pulling them down. My eyes stayed locked on him as he revealed his thick, throbbing length.

I couldn’t help the gulp that followed right after but I managed a small, nervous smile, determined not to look away.

“Let’s do what needs to be done,” I said, trying to sound as confident as I can. It doesn’t matter what happens, I badly wanted my plans to work. The dragon king didn’t say a word, instead he stepped closer to me, his eyes not leaving mine for a second. 

With no effort at all, he turned me around and positioned me on all fours on the bed. His hand pressed between my back, pushing my head down into the mattress until my hips were raised high and exposed.

Before I could fully prepare, he thrust into me hard.

“Arghhh!” I gasped, my hands grabbing the sheets as I fought to catch my breath and force my body to move with his.

He pulled out, only to slam back into me harder this time. I gasped, my body arching, my mouth falling open in both shock and pleasure. It felt like he reached the very core of me, places so deep I didn’t know could be touched, let alone filled. My fingers held on tightly to the sheets as my entire body shook.

His hand held my waist like a man possessed, thumbs digging into my skin as he held me exactly where he wanted. Then he started moving in and out of me rhythmically. It burned and stretched while I tried to force myself from moaning his name. 

My thighs shook. My toes curled. The initial pain had disappeared, replaced by pleasure that built higher with every thrust.

“Gods…” I whimpered, the word slipping from my lips as my fingers dug into the sheets. He increased his pace, driving into me passionately, the wet sounds of our bodies slapping together growing louder. The headboard creaked violently behind me, and I knew anyone nearby could hear but I didn’t care.

The moans I was trying to hold back grew louder, rawer. Tears blurred my vision, not from pain, but from the strong pressure inside me. He wasn’t just fucking me, he was consuming me, breaking me open and filling every inch of me.

“Pathetic,” he hissed as he pulled back and slammed into me harder. “You would let me break you in half just to feel this, wouldn’t you?”

“I…I can’t ahh” I tried to speak, but my voice cracked. My body was stretched to its limit, his member dragging along my walls.

But even through the chaos, I didn’t want him to stop. No matter how intense, no matter how full or overwhelmed I felt, I wanted more.

And he didn’t. If anything, he fucked me harder. Like I was his to ruin and gods, maybe I was.

I might hate this man but I have to admit, he ruined me in ways I couldn’t ignore. The way he moved inside me, the way his body dominated mine, made me feel things I never wanted to admit. My core hurt, I could barely breathe through the pleasure.

I tried to lift my upper body off the mattress, to ease some pressure by positioning myself on my hands, but he shoved my face back down without a word. I felt his palm between my shoulder blades before he grabbed both of my hands, pinning them behind me by locking my wrist with one of his large hands. I was helpless.

My cheek pressed into the mattress, my ass high in the air while his hand tightened around my wrist as he slammed into me again, deeper this time.

His free hand grabbed my hair and yanked it back, almost brutally lifting my face off the bed. My back arched, my throat exposed, a cry slipping from my lips that was equal parts pain and pleasure.

“Stay still,” he growled low in my ear, blowing his hot breath on my neck. “You wanted this. You will take it until I am done.”

Every word made my walls clench tighter around him. My legs shook under me, my whole body trembling as he drove into me again and again, each thrust harder than the last.

I could feel my orgasm building, getting harder to control. He kept going, using my body like it belonged to him. I screamed, grinding back against him despite how wrecked I felt.

Then he shifted his angle, hitting that one perfect spot deep inside me that made my eyes roll back.

“Oh gods yes, yes,” I moaned, louder now, unable to hold back.

With one final thrust, my body shattered around him. I came hard, legs twitching, breath breaking as the pleasure exploded in me.

Seconds later, he let out a deep, growl and spilled inside me, his hips grinding into mine as he emptied himself.

He didn’t speak. He just let go of my wrists and pulled out slowly, watching the mess he made of me.

I collapsed on the bed, face pressed into the sheets, my hair clinging to sweaty skin. My thighs were sticky. I could feel his release dripping from between my legs.

He lay beside me, calm as ever, as if none of it had affected him. I didn’t look at him. I didn’t need to.

I already knew what I looked like; ruined, undone. A filthy whore for the dragon king.

And the worst part? A part of me was already craving more.

It barely mattered what I thought of myself. I would be the winner once I achieved what I came here to do.

“Dragon King…” I called out softly after a few minutes. There was no reply, and that made me even more curious. Why wasn’t he responding? 

I moved closer to look at him and saw that his eyes were shut tight.

“Dragon King,” I called again, my voice barely hiding my anxiety as I tapped his arm. Still no response. I pushed him slightly, but nothing, no reaction, just silence.

What exactly is going on? Does that mean it worked? 

He looked fast asleep and wasn’t responding to a word of mine. That meant it worked. It really did.

Without thinking, I rolled onto my back and slipped out of the bed. My time was limited, and I had to use every second wisely.

I grabbed the knife I had carefully hidden in my dress and knelt beside him.

My hand was trembling, I could barely breathe. Hell, I was anxious, terrified.

“Calm down, Zamora. You can do this,” I whispered to myself in a shaky voice.

Slowly, I reached for his palm and prepared to make the cut but the moment the blade touched his skin, his hand suddenly clamped around my wrist with a strength that nearly crushed the bone.

His eyes flew open, burning straight into mine.

I froze, feeling as if my soul had just been torn from my body.

What the….