The chamber door slammed shut. Edward grabbed Piers by the throat and shoved him face-down onto the bed.
“On your knees, whore,” the king growled, voice thick with lust.
Piers obeyed instantly, ass raised, trembling with need. Edward yanked his breeches down, exposing smooth skin, then landed a sharp smack on one cheek. Piers moaned, pushing back for more.
“Look at you,” Edward snarled, spreading him open. “Already wet and desperate for your king’s cock.”
He slicked his fingers with spit and thrust two deep inside without warning. Piers cried out, hips jerking, but Edward pinned him down harder.
“Stay still. You take what I give you.”
Piers whimpered, “Yes, my liege… please…”
Edward freed his aching cock, lined up, and slammed in to the hilt in one brutal thrust. Piers keened, clenching tight around him. Edward set a punishing rhythm, one hand fisting Piers’ hair, the other gripping his hip hard enough to bruise.
“Beg for it,” Edward demanded, pounding deeper.
“Please… fuck me harder, my king… ruin your favorite…”
Edward snarled in satisfaction and gave him exactly what he asked for—relentless, claiming strokes that left Piers sobbing with pleasure, completely owned.
