Chosen By The Cursed Alpha King Chapter 142

Emilia's POV

"Oh, baby... I keep my promises."

Without wasting another second his mouth crashed back into mine, rough and hard, like he was trying to swallow me whole. I moaned into him, clutching his shoulders, and he kissed me harder, tongue stroking mine, teeth scraping, hands everywhere. I felt the wall leave my back and suddenly I was in the air, his big hands under my thighs, lifting me like I was made of air. My legs locked around his waist, the hard length of him pressing exactly where I needed him, and I rolled my hips just to hear that broken growl rumble in his chest.

He carried me to the bed in three long strides and sat down on the edge with me still wrapped around him. I straddled his lap, dress riding up, and we kissed like animals, tongue against tongue, messy and desperate. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling hard, and he answered by yanking my head back so he could bite down my throat.

"My queen," he rasped against my skin, voice raw. "My fucking queen."

The words lit me on fire. I ground down on the thick ridge in his pants and he groaned, loud and wrecked, both hands dropping to squeeze my ass so hard I knew I'd have bruises tomorrow. I wanted those bruises. I wanted every mark he could give me.

I rolled my hips again, slower this time, teasing, and he cursed against my neck.

"Emilia..."

I smiled, wicked, and slid off his lap.

He raised one dark brow, chest already heaving. "Where do you think you're going?"

I didn't answer with words. I turned my back to him, gathered my hair over one shoulder, and glanced back. The heat in his eyes could've melted steel.

His fingers found the zipper of my gown instantly. He pulled it down so slowly I felt every single tooth, his lips brushing the skin he uncovered, little open-mouthed kisses down my spine that made me shiver. When the zipper hit the bottom, he pressed one last kiss between my shoulder blades, right over the clasp of my bra.

Then I turned around.

I let the heavy silk slide off my shoulders and pool at my feet. His gaze dropped, hungry, possessive. I reached behind me, unhooked my bra, and let that fall too. The cool air kissed my nipples and they tightened instantly. Maximus bit his bottom lip so hard I thought he'd draw blood, eyes locked on my breasts like he was memorizing them.

"Fuck," he breathed.

I dropped to my knees between his spread thighs.

"Fuck," he cursed again, louder, hips jerking like he couldn't help it.

I looked up at him through my lashes and reached for his belt. He watched every move, jaw clenched. I took my time, sliding the leather free inch by inch, the metal buckle clinking softly. His hands fisted the sheets.

"Patience, Your Majesty," I whispered, voice teasing.

He let out a strangled laugh. "You're killing me, Emilia."

I popped the button of his pants, dragged the zipper down, and his cock sprang free, thick and hard and already leaking at the tip. My mouth actually watered. I licked my lips without thinking, and his groan was pure torture.

I leaned in, pressed a soft, closed-mouth kiss to the head. Then I blew gently across the wet spot I left behind.

Maximus hissed, head falling back. "Emilia—"

I chuckled, low and wicked, and finally took the head into my mouth. I pulled off slowly, swirling my tongue, coating him, then sank down again, taking more this time. He was huge, stretching my lips, heavy on my tongue, and I loved it. I groaned around him, the vibration making his thighs tense under my palms.

His hand slid into my hair, not guiding, just holding, like he needed to touch me or he'd lose his mind. I took him deeper, hollowed my cheeks, sucked hard. His abs flexed, every muscle in his body going rigid.

"Fuck, Emilia... just like that, baby. My queen—mine. You look so fucking good with my cock in your mouth. So stuffed..."

I moaned louder, bobbing faster, spit slicking my chin. My hand wrapped around what I couldn't fit and stroked in time with my mouth. The sounds he made, broken curses, my name like a prayer, were going to live in my head forever.

I grazed my teeth lightly over the head and his whole body jolted.

"Fuck, I'm gonna—"

I took him as deep as I could, throat relaxing, and he came with a hoarse shout, pulsing hot and thick down my throat. I swallowed every drop, milking him until he shuddered and sagged back on his elbows, chest heaving, eyes wild.

He stared down at me like I was a miracle.

"You're so fucking naughty, my queen," he panted. "So fucking mine."

I licked my lips, slow and deliberate, and his cock twitched like it was already trying to rally.

He reached down, hauled me up by the arms, and I straddled him again. This time skin on skin, his mouth closing over one nipple, sucking hard, teeth scraping just right. I cried out, grinding down on his still-hard length, soaking us both.

Then, without warning, he flipped us.

My back hit the mattress, breath whooshing out of me. He loomed over me, eyes glowing gold, before turning blue.

"My turn," he growled.

And the look he gave me promised I wouldn't be walking tomorrow after all.