Auctioned to the Cruel King - Chapter 76: Chapter 76

Lance’s POV
Her voice…that goddamn voice.
"Please," she whispered—and that was it. That one fucking word. Shaky. Desperate. Laced with enough lust that it dragged my control to the edge and dangled it like a knife over fire.
I watched her, watched the way her thighs trembled as she clung to the edge of restraint, watched her pupils dilate wide with something between need and guilt. The scent of her was everywhere now— but beneath that… there was another. Not hers, not of another man either, they’d be doomed if they ever existed.
This was faint and hidden.
My jaw ticked, sharp enough to crack. I could scent her arousal. Her slick, her desire. But this—
Fuck.
I knew what it was. My beast stirred in recognition. I knew what I was smelling. But I also knew what she was doing, eyes pleading, body writhing beneath my hand, mouth parted and breath shallow.
She didn’t want me to stop. And she didn’t want me to ask.
“If you want this,” I said, voice low, dead calm, “then take off your clothes. Get on the bed. Naked. On your back.”
Her eyes widened, but she didn’t speak. Just nodded once. Almost uncertain. But she obeyed.
Her hands trembled as she pulled off her top. Then her bottoms. Her fingers struggled with her panties, and I knew she felt me watching. Judging. Every second. Every inch. When she was bare—completely bare—she climbed onto the bed. The sheets shifted beneath her, her knees brushing against the mattress as she lay back and stared at me with those eyes.
Eyes that shouldn’t look that innocent, not after all the things I’d done to her.
And yet… they still did.
I didn’t move at first. Just stared.
My cock was already hard—throbbing, aching—but I didn’t rush. I wanted to drag this out. Make her squirm. Make her beg again. I wanted to see if she’d squirm more under pressure or pleasure.
I walked to the bed slowly.
Climbed onto it, over her, hands on either side of her body, not touching—just hovering. Then I lowered my head. Her thighs tensed when I kissed the inside of one, then the other, lazily. Her breath caught.
I didn’t give a warning before my tongue slid between her folds, slow at first, then precise. I found her clit and sucked. Hard.
She cried out, hips jolting, legs nearly closing around me. I gripped her thighs, forced them open, and pinned them wide. Her body tried to twist away from the pressure, but she couldn't, because I didn’t let her.
“That desperate, huh?” I said against her.
She whimpered, hands fisting the sheets.
I shoved two fingers inside her, curling them against that soft, spongy spot that made her hips jump. Her cry was hoarse this time—wrecked. Her taste—gods, her taste—it always fucked with my mind. But now, it was more. And the sensation of that thrumming beneath her skin, pulsing like a second heartbeat, made me all the more feral. Made my cock strain.
“Fuck…”
She was close, and I kept sucking, licking, fucking her with my fingers until her body was nothing but raw tension and broken moans. Her thighs shook. Her nails dragged across the sheets. And when she came—fuck, when she came—it was with a violent shudder, like her body couldn’t contain it anymore.
Her orgasm soaked my hand.
I pulled back, licked her from my fingers, then reached for her waist. Dragged her to the edge of the bed.
She gasped, breath catching when her back neared the edge and her legs dangled off the edge.
I stood, tugged my shorts down. Her eyes went wide at the sight of me. Not from surprise. From want. Her knees pressed together, but I kicked them apart again.
“You can’t deny me entrance now, would you?”
The whimper from her was my answer. Her gaze met mine—and there was that look again. That maddening mix of desire and lust and innocence. Fuck. It rattled me more than I’d ever admit. That look was why I hadn’t fucked anyone else.
That look was why I couldn’t.
My beast didn’t want just any cunt.
It wanted her.
Even now. Even with that faint scent on her skin that made my blood run cold and hot at the same time.
I lined myself up at her entrance and her thighs trembled. Her hand reached up, curled around my wrist.
I gripped her jaw.
“Whatever’s going on in that head of yours—drop it,” I said flatly. “For the next few minutes, you think only of this—of me. I don’t want another thought occupying your mind.”
She nodded and I thrust in then.
Her mouth fell open in a silent scream, her back arching sharply as I sank into her to the hilt. Her walls clenched so tightly around me, I had to close my eyes and curse under my breath.
“Fuck…”
The heat. The tightness. That trembling way she gripped me—it was almost too much.
She was still panting when her hands slid to my shoulders, her nails dragging against my skin.
“Lance…”
“What do you want?”
“You—” Her eyes rolled as I thrust once—slow and deep. She gasped.
“Like this?”
“Ye—yes!”
I inched deeper, not fast. Just deep. Intentional. I wanted her wrung out. I wanted her dripping and wrecked and knowing no one else would ever make her feel like this.
“Ye—s fffff–fuck, like that— Yes Lance! Aah!” Her moans came sharper now. Higher.
My hands gripped her hips as I rolled into her, again and again, slow and punishing, watching the way her breasts bounced with each thrust. The way her eyes fluttered shut, then open again, like she didn’t know whether to drown or beg for more.
“You’re mine,” I muttered, leaning down to bite her throat—not breaking skin, just enough to leave a mark. “You don’t get to run from me.”
She shuddered. Came again.
Harder this time.
Her legs spasmed around me, cunt clenching like a fist, and I had to bite down another curse. But then I caught her hips and pulled her up—slid to my knees on the mattress and held her against me.
She started to panic. “Lance, wait—I can’t—”
“You’re clenching like you want more,” I growled. “You sure you want to stop?”
She whimpered, nails digging into my back. Her body said one thing and her mouth said another. So I made the call.
I rolled to my back, pulling her with me, forcing her on top. “Then ride.”
She blinked. “What?”
“Don’t pretend you don’t know how. You’ve fucked me in this position before.”
“I—”
I lifted her hips. Lowered her onto me. And cursed when she moaned.
“Now move.”
She did, and fuck me, the sight of her—nude, flushed, riding my cock like she was starving for it—was enough to push me over the edge. My hands locked around her thighs, then slid up to her ass. I thrust up once, hard.
She screamed—then shattered again.
And I followed this time. My release tore out of me with a violence I hadn’t felt in days. My beast was more on the edge this time. I spilled deep, groaning as I held her still, letting her milk every drop from me while her body shuddered through her own.
When it ended, she tried to move away. Subtle at first. A shift of her hips, the twitch of muscle against mine. But I tightened my grip around her waist and pinned her down again, my cock still buried inside her.
“Don’t,” I said, voice low, gravel rough.
She stilled instantly. Her palms braced on my chest as she looked down at me, flushed, breathless, hair sticking to her cheeks in wild strands. Her thighs trembled where they straddled me, and her cunt was still twitching, trying to milk more from me even though we’d just finished.
“I-I wasn’t trying to…” she trailed off, eyes darting away.
My thumb brushed her hipbone. “Stay. Just like this.”
“I can feel you,” she breathed, swallowing hard. “You’re still deep. And you’re…” Her gaze snapped down. “You’re getting hard again.”
I didn’t answer at first.
She shifted again, unintentionally clenching around me—and fuck, my jaw locked as a fresh surge of heat pulsed through my groin. My cock twitched inside her, swelling quickly, responding not to thought but instinct. My beast stirred.
Damn it.
“You keep clenching,” I muttered, dragging a palm up her spine. “That’s why.”
Her cheeks burned. “I’m not—I didn’t mean—”
But I wasn’t looking at her face anymore. My gaze was fixed on her throat, the curve of her collarbone, the frantic beat of her pulse. That damn scent still lingered in the air—
I exhaled through my nose, rough.
If I was right—if what I was smelling was what I thought it was—I couldn’t afford to lose them.
She stiffened against me. “You’re acting… strange.”
I dragged my hand through her hair, pulled her closer, her face barely an inch from mine now. “Maybe it’s the flu,” I said coldly. “Or maybe it’s you. Seems the flu is gone now.”
She blinked at me, confused.
But I didn’t clarify. It was clear she was running from the topic after all.