KING LARKIN let out a hiss as his knot exploded inside of me. When he slipped out, there was a gaping hole in my heart that I didn’t think could ever close again. I let him slide out, watching the way his release ran down my thigh, slowly coming out of my folds because he would always fill me to the brim. And then, the King would look satisfied with what he had done, smiling to himself and getting off me without remorse.
These were the moments that I dreaded the most. The time when he finished with me. These were the moments when I would feel the most used. With his juice still leaking out of me, he would become distant, wearing his clothes back, and disappear outside the door.
But no.
As he wore his Kingly attire again, he sat on the edge of the bed, admiring the view of his atrocious
