Page 36 of Runaway Queen

“Come on, prom queen, you know better than to think you can get away from me that easily.” He added a tut at the end of his mocking words, only infuriating me more.

A lucky kick landed on him, and his breath whooshed out. I managed to wiggle away at a crawl. His hand landed on my hip after a second and flipped me over. This time, I landed harder, my back flat against the floor. Nikolai knelt at my feet, his hands wrapped around my ankles like manacles I’d never be able to break. He yanked me closer, pushing my knees apart so I was splayed wide open before him. More heat flooded my face, and the rest of me, a liquid drip inside that hungered for his rough touch.

Our eyes met as his hand went to my pussy.

“What are you doing?” My voice sounded throaty. I had no idea if it was worry or want in my tone. It felt like both.

“Reminding you who this cunt belongs to. Stop me and call the cops… or shut the fuck up and be a good girl for me, for once in your life.”

I stared at him, pulse pounding in my ears. It wasn’t a choice really. I was never going to call the cops on Nikolai. I would never send him back to jail, and somehow, despite all that had happened between us, we both knew it.

A wicked, satisfied smile stretched across his face, and then he was moving.

He pushed my thighs to the floor, loomed over my exposed pussy, and spit downwards, before swooping in to lick me. His hot tongue worked right up my center, from ass to clit and back.

“Fuck, you taste good,” he muttered against my skin, before pushing his long tongue as far inside me as it could go. I rose on my elbows and watched him. I couldn’t take my eyes away. This was real. He was here, pinning me to the floor and eating me out like he hadn’t decided whether to spare me or devour me.

Those fingers from before sank inside me, and he added a third. An involuntary cry left me.

“Are you fucking kidding me with this cunt?” he growled, almost sounding angry. “So tight, and so goddamn pretty.”

I fell back and gazed at the ceiling, bursts of pleasure moving across my skin as he latched his lips around my clit and laved it, biting down on it, sucking it into his mouth. His fingers pumped in and out of me, curled just right to press the spongy spot on the front wall. I felt like I might pee myself. It had been so long, and after pregnancy and everything, maybe I’d lost all control down there. I gripped his head, trying to shift his insistent tongue, nearly scared of what would happen when I came.

“Try and move me again, and lose a finger,” he warned and dove right back into driving me crazy.

I came with a strangled cry, his name spilling from my lips. I couldn’t control my words. I was begging him, pleading with him, thanking him. I was a mess. He hummed approval against me as my thighs tightened around his head, locking his clever mouth in place. I soaked his face. Maybe even the floor below. The full feeling burst like an overfilled balloon, and I was locked in pleasure so long, I lost track of time. I couldn’t see or hear. I could only feel. When I’d floated back down toward earth, little by little, I found Nikolai’s gaze on me. His expression was unreadable. I was a mess. Wet, and splayed out on the floor. His face was wet, too, with my juices. I wanted to curl up and die on the spot. He ran his thumb over his lips and popped it in his mouth. I couldn’t look away. His hand was bloody from where he’d gripped the blade of the knife.

“You’re bleeding,” I said quietly.

“I’ve been bleeding for seven years. Don’t pretend to care. We’ve always made each other bleed, haven’t we?”

He stroked my hair back from my sticky forehead, his tender touch at odds with his cold words.

“It’s been my turn for seven years. Now, it’s yours.”

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I was late for school.I was lucky I had made it at all. After the fastest shower in the world, trying to scrub dirt and blood from my feet, I’d gotten dressed, looking over my shoulder the entire time. Now, pulling into the parking lot of Hade Harbor High, I saw I was too late to miss the student rush. I had also forgotten what day it was.

The lot was packed with demons, ghouls, and sexy vampires.

Halloween. It made a sick kind of sense, considering the nightmare my life had turned into overnight. Today students were free to dress up for school, and tomorrow night was the Halloween-themed dance.

Inching forward, I cursed my luck as the parking lot flooded with kids drifting purposelessly away from their cars. There was no way of getting to the staff lot without leaning on my horn, and it probably wouldn’t do any good. These entitled little assholes at Hade Harbor High would move when they pleased. Something I’d learned about Maine in the last seven years was the pace was just different. It had been a steep learning curve for someone who’d gone to school in New York.

I took a deep breath, tried to halt my tapping foot, and waited.

Ahead of me, a girl drifted across the parking lot. The crowd was thinning out now, and she was daydreaming, lost in a biology book, by the looks of it. Lillian Williams. She had headphones dangling from a cord in one ear and was oblivious to the world around her.

A towering figure reached her and leaned over her shoulder, tugging the earbud free. She stopped and looked for who had stolen her music. She looked up, and then up some more. Cayden stared down at Lily like he couldn’t tear his eyes away.

A horn blared behind me, and Cayden looked up. He fixed me with a look, clearly thinking I was the one who had beeped him, then he strode off.

I became dimly aware of the sound of the bell ringing through the cracked window.

Crap. I was late.

I hurried through my first class, feeling distracted and paranoid. When I had a free period, I sat at my desk and held my phone in my hand. I should call Angelo and tell him everything. At least someone would know what had happened when I went missing.

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