Free To Bed a King by Carol Lynne Page A

voice. He unlocked the door and started back towards the bed. “What? You finally decided to make time for me?”
    Ghazi didn’t say a word. He barged into the room and began stalking around the large interior, taking time to thoroughly search the bathroom. “Who’s in here with you?”
    “No one,” Raven answered. He didn’t bother to hide his smile or his nudity.
    “It smells like cum in here,” Ghazi said.
    “Yep. Nice, isn’t it?” Raven stretched and let one leg fall to the side, giving Ghazi a look at what he’d been missing. He eventually took pity on the man and held up the toy. “I don’t need anyone else.”
    Ghazi charged towards the bed, lifting his dishdashah. “A vibrator is no substitute for the real thing. You want fucked, all you had to do was ask.”
    Raven turned over onto his hands and knees. His body felt like it was on fire with the anger and passion in Ghazi’s snarls. “If I remember correctly, you were the one who refused to fuck me.”
    Ghazi lifted Raven like he weighed nothing at all and turned him around, letting his body flop onto the bed. Before he could question Ghazi’s actions, he felt the press of the man’s cockhead against his hole.
    Putting his hands on Ghazi’s chest, Raven tried to stall. “Lube?”

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    Ghazi reached down and rubbed the crown of his cock back and forth over Raven’s hole. “Seems to me there’s enough already.”
    “Condom?” Raven asked.
    “Fuck!” Ghazi held his position, stretching his upper body to reach the bedside drawer.
    “You’re totally ruining the moment, you know,” he growled.
    “Why? Because you’d rather I’d fight you? Fine. Have it your way,” with those words, Raven reared back and punched Ghazi in the jaw. Although in his current position it wasn’t his best shot, Ghazi’s head snapped back enough to satisfy Raven. It felt damn good, actually. He’d been holding that punch in since the first time Ghazi had stalked out of his bedroom.
    Ghazi righted himself and tore the dishdashah from his body, leaving it ripped to shreds at his feet. The King was harder than Raven had ever seen him. “You sonofabitch!”
    “You’re damn right I am,” Raven answered. “And don’t you forget it.”
    Ghazi grabbed Raven by the ankles and spread his legs wide. “You want to be treated like a slut? I can do that. I just wanted more than that.” Ghazi shoved his cock deep into Raven’s body in one forceful thrust. “You think you aren’t worthy, is that it? You have no fucking clue what I want or need in a partner.”
    As he continued to plough in and out of Raven’s body, Ghazi kept yelling at him. “I don’t need a showpiece on my arm. I need someone who always has my fucking back. I thought you were that man, but after your accusations earlier, I can see this is all you’re good for.”
    Although Raven’s body was completely turned on, the hateful words began to sink in.
    “I didn’t accuse you of anything. I asked you! And who said I was ever interested in more than a couple of fucks? I get paid damn good money to watch your back. That should be enough for you.”
    “Then you’re not a slut. You’re a whore. A highly paid whore.”
    Raven swung, barely missing Ghazi’s nose as the King saw it coming and pulled back just in time.
    “What’s the matter? Does the truth hurt? Well if you don’t think of yourself as anything other than a slut, how do you expect anyone else to think of you any different?”
    The slap of skin on skin made listening to Ghazi’s rants difficult, but Raven heard every syllable.

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    “Fuck you!” Raven was used to being called names, hell, he’d dealt with it all his life.
    But coming from Ghazi, the words hurt more than they ever had. The last time he remembered truly breaking down was the day his father had been killed, but as his hands began to shake, Raven knew he was on the verge. He desperately tried to push Ghazi