All Chapters of WET DESIRES WITH MY KINGS: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Chapter One ​~ MIRA ~​The world was beginning to tilt. I watched through a golden haze as I drained the second glass of champagne Freya had bought. I didn’t care about the burn or the way the room hummed, I needed the numbness. I needed something, anything, to patch the broken parts of me my father was deliberately tearing apart. ​I refilled the glass for a third time. I held it up like a trophy, watching the bubbles dance before pressing it to my lips. One small sip to tease myself, then I tilted my head back and let the rest burn its way down.​“Arrgh…” I groaned, a loose, giddy laugh escaping me. “It feels like heaven. Oh my days, I love this!” I didn't care that the other patrons in the upscale bar were shooting me judgmental looks. For the first time in years, I felt light.​“That’s enough, Mira. Put the glass down,” Freya snapped. She sounded irritated, which was strange considering she was the one who had dragged me here and convinced me that alcohol was the cure for a broke

​Chapter Three ​~ MIRA ~​‘Freya. No, she couldn’t be the one.’ I tried to swallow the bile rising in my throat. My father hated her. She loathed him. I was probably just imagining things, or my brain was still clouded by the lingering haze of last night’s alcohol. I tried to convince myself I had misheard as my father’s hand fisted in my hair, dragging me toward my room while he let out a low groan of fury.​“How long were you standing there!” he roared and shoved me hard, sending me sprawling across the bed, and in one fluid, terrifying motion, he unbuckled his belt.​“Daddy, please! I just walked in when you saw me!” I lied, my voice trembling. I prayed the lie would be enough to shield me from the coming storm. ​“You cheap whore!” He growled, the words sharp as glass. Then, the belt landed a heavy, stinging lash against my skin.​I screamed, begging for mercy, but he was a man possessed by cold rage. He must achieve what he wants when he's angry. He didn’t stop until his arm g

Chapter Five​I opened my mouth and tried to take his length in, but he was too long. I could barely manage three or four inches. Just as I tried to pull back, his grip tightened on my hair, and before I realized what he was doing, he shoved his cock into my mouth in one rough thrust.​This was the man who had promised to be gentle.​“Yes!” he grunted, switching his right hand on my hair to his left, while his right hand came to rest on his waist.​My eyes widened and tears welled up, but the feeling of him hitting the back of my throat made my pussy quiver and throb. I felt an intense need to be fucked by him mercilessly.​“Oh Mira, you're fucking sweet!” He let out a groan of pleasure, his grip on my hair tightening with every thrust.​He paused, looking down at me with a smile before continuing. His cock throbbed in my mouth, and his own mouth hung open, an indication of just how much pleasure he was getting from fucking my face. Both of his hands now gripped my hair, and my hand