Lewd Courtship - Chapter 14

Once the last of them vanished, Killian turned his gaze back to Rachel. The moment their eyes met, their lips crashed together with no hesitation, no leader in this reckless dance. Soft yet relentless, their mouths melded, tongues tangling in a feverish clash.

The taste of him was intoxicatingly sweet. Killian drank her in desperately, his right arm locking around her waist as his other hand shoved open the door to his chambers. They slipped inside, the world beyond the threshold forgotten.

Rachel reached for him again, her arms winding around his neck to reclaim his lips but Killian pulled back, stopping her with a firm grip.

“I never said you could touch me,” he murmured. “Turn around. Present that a*s of yours.”

“Wha—how dare you—!”

“You’d rather I walk away? That c**t of yours is dripping enough to scent the room.”

“You—!”

Rachel burned with humiliation not just at his words, but at her own traitorous body. Her thighs were slick, her panties soaked through. Worse, the crude insult only stoked the heat coiling low in her belly.

Never in her life had she been treated like this.

A mix of fury and humiliation brought hot tears to her eyes. She turned away, unwilling to let him see. She despised every word out of his mouth yet the rigid outline of his c**k straining against his clothes made her ache to take him inside.

Her fingers fumbled with the side ties of her dress, but Killian caught her wrist again. Brushing her hand aside, he began undressing her himself, his touch rough.

“I told you to be still and serve as a hole. Don’t move unless I allow it.”

“……”

“Bend over.”

A scoff escaped her but she obeyed.

With each inch of exposed skin, his calloused hands dragged fire across her body. Her breath shallowed; her c**t clenched, spilling slick heat between her thighs. Resistance now would only deepen the humiliation. Silent, she braced against the wall, back arched, staring at the darkened stone instead of his face.

Fabric rustled as he stripped her completely. The clink of his belt followed. Then—silence. Oppressive, heavy. The only sound was her own stifled breath as his left hand planted beside her head, his sleeve still tightly fastened.

He won’t even undress fully for this.

The thought burned worse than shame. Then his c**k—harder, hotter—pressed against her. The blunt head dragged through her folds, teasing her c**t before settling at her entrance. A slow, merciless push, and he was inside, stretching her with a single thrust. Her walls fluttered, a gasp tearing free as he split her open.

It was raw, animalistic coupling devoid of tenderness or love. The only point where their bodies connected was where they joined, and he moved with ruthless efficiency.

His thick, swollen head speared deep into her, then withdrew—only to slam back in without mercy. A jolt of pleasure-pain shot through her lower belly, and Rachel’s nails scraped helplessly against the wall. Screech—the sound of her nails dragging did nothing to slow his relentless pace.

“Ah—! Ngh…! Haah…! Ah, ah—!”

“Quiet, unless you want the whole palace to hear.”

“But—ah! S-Slower—”

“Noisy thing.”

Even soaked, the sudden stretch was overwhelming. As Rachel whimpered, Killian clamped his palm over her mouth.

“Mmph…! Nn…! Mmph—!”

His hand was so large it half-covered her nose. Each frantic breath, already ragged from arousal, hit his palm and trapped itself in her throat.

The brutal thrusts sent her spiraling. Her muscles clenched involuntarily, her vision blurring at the edges.

When her inner walls tightened around him, Killian exhaled through gritted teeth.

“Hah… Good. Tighter.”

Almost approving, he finally freed her mouth—only to trail his hand down her back, possessive and slow. It settled at the base of her spine, gripping her a*s hard enough to bruise.