Oliver's POV
I pushed harder, my pace becoming a blur of friction and pain. I wanted her to feel the consequences of her choice in every nerve of her body. My hands gripped her waist so tight I knew my fingerprints would be imprinted.
I shifted my stance, planting my feet firmly on the floor while her knees remained buried in the mattress. I pulled her back against me, tilting her pelvis at an angle I knew was punishing.
I began to thrust with a relentless, bone-deep force. With every lunge, I felt my cock bury itself to the hilt, stretching her beyond her limits. I pulled out until I was nearly gone, only to drive back in with a wet, heavy thud that echoed in the quiet room. In and out. The rhythm was hard and violent. Each time I bottomed out, I felt her body shudder under the weight of my anger.
I was burying the King with every stroke. I was killing the man who loved her and replacing him with the beast she had invited in.
