Chapter 79: Show Appreciation
Rebecca’s POV
Kaden pulled back just enough to catch his breath before slamming his mouth onto mine again, his tongue claiming my mouth with raw, hungry power. His large hands slid from my hips up to my chest, his rough palms squeezing my breasts tightly. He leaned down, burying his face in my neck, and began to suck fiercely on one of my hard nipples.
"Ah!" I cried out, a loud gasp escaping my lips as the hot sensation shot directly to the center of my core.
While he kept me pinned against his chest with one arm, his other hand swung back and brought a heavy, stinging slap down across my bare, bruised ass.
Smack!
The sharp sting made my inner muscles tighten around his thick shaft, causing him to let out a deep, animalistic growl against my skin. I gasped for air, our eyes interlocking in the bright morning light. As I stared into his dark gaze, I froze. There was something completely different about the way he was looking at me right now. The usual cold, uncaring ice in his eyes had melted into something heavy, intense, and filled with a desperate hunger that went far beyond just trying to breed an heir. It was a gaze that looked at me, not just a slave.
As if sensing that I had caught him looking at me that way, Kaden’s jaw tightened. He pulled his emotions back behind a cold mask and suddenly pulled entirely out of my body with a loud, wet pop.
Before I could even blink, he grabbed my waist, lifted me off his lap, and flipped me around. "Hands on the table, Rebecca," he ordered, his voice deep and raspy.
My hands hit the polished wood of his desk, my fingers gripping the smooth surface for balance as he pushed my upper body flat against it, lifting my hips high into the air. He didn’t give me a moment to prepare. Positioning his thick, pulsing cock right at my entrance, Kaden slammed into me from behind with one massive, brutal push.
"Oh God!" I screamed, my cheek pressed against the cold desk as he buried his entire length inside me again.
He began to fuck me with a wild, relentless pace, his heavy hips slamming against my backside with loud, echoing claps. The speed was dizzying. He fucked me and fucked me, each deep thrust hitting my sweet spot until my head was spinning. I couldn’t even think straight. Fuck, I thought to myself, my fingers scratching uselessly at the dark wood of the desk as the pleasure began to overwhelm me.
As he kept up the fast, heavy rhythm from behind, one of his hands reached underneath my stomach, his fingers finding my chest to pinch and play with my wet nipple, while his thumb slipped lower, rubbing hard against my swollen, sensitive clit. The double rush of friction made my knees buckle, and I would have collapsed if his strong grip on my hip wasn’t keeping me locked in place.
As my loud, shameless moans filled the quiet office, a random thought managed to cross my dazed mind. I wondered if this man was even human—how was he not tired at all after everything he had done to me last night? He had a seemingly endless amount of energy, burning through him like a fire that couldn’t be stopped.
Just as I felt myself getting close to the edge, Kaden suddenly changed the position again. He pulled out, grabbed my arms, and turned me back around so I was facing him. He lifted me completely up onto the desk, pushing aside a stack of papers to make room, and spread my legs wide apart.
He leaned over me, his dark eyes burning, and entered me again in one smooth, deep motion. The change in angle made him hit even deeper, stretching my wet walls to the absolute limit. I let out a broken cry, instantly wrapping my legs tightly around his waist to pull him closer, burying my face in his neck.
Kaden caught my lips in another deep, messy kiss, swallowing my moans as he began to fuck me harder than before. His thrusts became faster, rougher, and completely frantic as his own control began to shatter. The speed of his hips grew wild until he let out a low, deep roar against my mouth. His entire body went stiff, and he released a thick, burning flood of his hot seed deep inside my womb, filling me completely.
With a final, trembling shudder, Kaden’s strength finally gave out, and he collapsed heavily on top of me, his sweaty chest pressing me down into the surface of the desk as our ragged breathing filled the room.
For a long, frozen moment, Kaden didn’t move. He lay heavily against me, his heart thumping hard against my chest.
Slowly, the heavy weight of his body shifted. He propped himself up on his elbows, hovering over me. I braced myself, expecting him to push away instantly with his usual cold, distant look. Instead, his large, rough hand moved up to my neck, his thumb sliding gently along my jawline. He cupped my cheek, his touch entirely soft—so different from the brutal force of his grip just moments ago.
His dark eyes searched my face, completely unfocused and clouded with a raw emotion he usually kept locked away.
"You look so beautiful," he murmured, his voice a low, rough whisper that vibrated right through me.
The words hung in the warm morning air between us. My chest tightened, and I swallowed hard, staring up at him in pure shock. Did the Alpha King just call me beautiful? It wasn’t the voice of a master talking to a slave, or a king talking to his breeder. For a split second, it felt like he actually saw me.
The sound of my hard swallow seemed to break the spell.
Kaden blinked, the soft haze in his dark eyes instantly snapping back into sharp, freezing focus. It was as if he suddenly realized what he had just said—and what he had just let me see. A flash of pure irritation and panic crossed his features. His jaw tightened so hard a muscle twitched in his cheek, and the warm, gentle look vanished behind a cold, rigid mask.
He pulled out of my body completely, the sudden absence leaving me cold on the hard wood of the desk.
Without looking back at me, he stood up, pulled his sweatpants back into place, and walked straight over to the large glass windows, turning his back to me completely.
"Get out," he said flatly. His voice was completely devoid of emotion, harsh and cutting through the silence like ice.
I didn’t say a single word. I didn’t question him, and I didn’t push my luck. I knew better than to challenge a monster when his walls went back up.
Scrambling off the edge of the desk, my sore legs shook under my weight, and a dull ache throbbed between my thighs. I hurried across the sunlit floor, gathered my panties and the crumpled sheet from the ground, and wrapped the fabric tightly around my naked, sensitive body. Gripping my things close to my chest, I opened the door and left, slipping out into the hallway before he could change his mind.
