Page 11 of The Queen's Joker

I trace my mark on his neck, and smile as I trace my teeth marks. “It is quite the improvement.” My eyes harden before I threaten him. This next point needs to be hit home because if I saw Joker fucking someone else, I knew I would kill them both. I don’t think I would even have a complete thought before taking the gun I always carry at my side. They would both be gone in an instant before I could even blink. We wouldn’t be us if one of us didn’t threaten to maim or kill at least daily. Maybe I really am a black widow. “I don’t share, Joker.”

He flips me over onto my back before pinning my arms down. “We have a lot of things to discuss, but I promise you…” He kisses down my chest, licking down my stomach before cupping my pussy in his hand. “This is the only pussy I want to lick, suck, and fuck.” He flicks his tongue out and circles my clit while putting two fingers inside of me. “You are it for me, and I will not fuck up your trust.”

“That makes me sound like I have a magic pussy.” I laugh and moan as I grip his head and tighten my thighs around his head. He isn’t allowed to leave me. I’m locking that tongue down.

“I know it’s magic because it’s made of magic and tastes like heaven.” He runs his tongue from my ass back to my clit, cleaning the mess that has been left behind before he fucks me with his tongue. He leans back up and kisses me, and I taste our combined release on his tongue, and I moan at how hot it is. “We taste amazing, don’t we?” I arch my hips up to impale myself on his cock, and I cry out at how amazing he feels inside. He thrust a few more times before his eyebrow cocks at me.

“Yes.” He pulls out of me before sitting up and feeding his cock to me. “Prove it. Show me how good we taste.” I don’t hesitate to open my mouth and suck him until he hits the back of my throat. As I pull him back, I look up at him as I run my tongue over the barbells. I don’t hold back the moan, letting him feel me vibrate while sliding back down. I place my hands on his ass to give me leverage while I worship his cock. “That’s my beautiful Queen. These are the only tears I ever want to see.” My eyes water, but only spur me on to take him deeper.

He throws his head backward, and I know I have him right where I want him. “Stop now, or I will come down that pretty throat.” I don’t stop my assault, only taking him deeper and faster. I move my hand to cup his balls, and I feel them tighten. A smile would adorn my face if I could, but I don’t break concentration.

“Last chance.” He thrusts once more when he comes, and I continue to jerk his cock. More than anything, I want to taste his cum. With my mouth open and my tongue out, he comes with a roar, painting my mouth and tongue with his cum. Once he finishes, I swallow, and then I lick his over-sensitive tip, causing a shutter to overtake him.

Pulling back, I smile up at him and kiss his thigh. I move up his stomach when I see something that catches my eye. On his left side, it’s me holding a smoking gun. The bullet is on his left peck, surrounded by other tattoos. I trace my face on his side before I look up at him. Kneeling up, I pull his mouth onto mine. I can’t help but groan into his mouth. I never want another day to go by without kissing this man. There is so much to discuss, but I can’t help it. Nothing else matters, only him and I. He is mine, and I will never let him go.

Chapter sixteen

She owns me. I am all in and entirely hers. Every part of me is hers. I cannot walk away, nor will I ever entertain the idea again. The thought of someone else touching her makes me see red. I will cut the hands off anyone who tries, then gift wrap them for her. Call me a romantic, but I have done it before when I saved her and will do it again, then sleep like a baby. I almost feel this is a dream because it doesn’t seem real. Maybe I will never wake up if that proves to be true. Or continue to touch her and enjoy it. I am going to try everything to keep myself from fucking this up. I feel like a stalker who finally claimed his prize, and I can’t get enough.

“You tattooed me on you?” She acts like this is a surprise. Is she really that blind? I need her with me, even if she isn’t with me. It was my way of having her without breaking my promise to the universe.

“After I found you, this felt like the only way to have you with me. Because I was never supposed to have you, but you have owned me since I met you.” Damn. I sound like a bitch, but for her, I will do anything. I never believed I could get the girl because I don’t deserve her, but at least I know that. Guys like me don’t get the girl. I stroke her face, vow to touch her, and show her how much she means to me daily. I have done a poor job of showing my feelings for her. You only vowed not to pursue her; the rules don’t matter since she is the one who leaped first. If there is one thing I love, it’s a loophole.

She sucks in a sharp breath as if the words surprised her. Tears are in her eyes once more when her eyes meet mine. “I’ve never been someone’s first choice, which makes this more terrifying because you’re everything I have ever wanted. Everything I have ever wanted gets taken from me.”

I pull her close, wanting to hold her as close as possible. The feel of her against me soothes me in a way I cannot describe. My hands run down her hair, over her back, and then back up. After finally pulling back, I hold her face in my hands, needing her to look at me. “I will choose you every time. I’m not a good man, Queen, but my heart beats for you and you alone. You own me. You might not know it, but I’m your monster. I’ll carve anyone’s heart out and drop it at your feet. Being around you is the best part of my day, even when you’re mad at me. As for someone taking me away from you, I would like to see them try. We will carve their hearts out for even trying.” I smile, hoping she can feel the truth of my words.

“So Randall wasn’t because you hated him?” Her eyes get a mischievous twinkle. She is a little minx, and I lean forward and nip her bottom lip.

“Fuck no. I wanted to fillet his skin off and let him die from shock. When he was talking about what he did,” my nostrils flare when his voice enters my head, “I wanted to kill him. Cut off his eyelids and pop his eyes out for even looking at you. Next, I wanted to take his fingers for touching you. The skin would have been next, followed by his dick, which I would place in his mouth, taking his last breaths while choking on it.”

“Is it fucked up that I am getting turned on by this?” Queenie bites her lip and looks at me with heat in her gaze. She is everything. There is no fear in her gaze when she looks at me, even when I say all the fucked up shit that is in my head.

“This is why you’re perfect. Most would run and hide, but not my girl. She gets turned on and wants me more. So blood-thirsty and willing to stand beside me when I am at my worst.” Just looking at her gets my dick hard, but when she is giving me that look I never thought I would be lucky enough to receive, I feel like I have won at life. “Stop that look. We have six hours before we have to be geared up and ready.”

She sighs dramatically. “Fine! Let’s rid the world of the thorn in my side. Along with getting Ace in a better mood, Tess is better than Prozac.” She lies on her pillow before sitting back up and grabbing my hand. Queen doesn’t let it show for long, but for a moment, she looks vulnerable. “You’re staying with me, right?”

She still doesn’t get it; she waved the green flag, and now there is no getting rid of me. I smile and kiss her while I try my hardest not to deepen this kiss. “Of course, I will be right here with you.” She isn’t kidding about putting Ace in a better mood. I take one more look at her before flipping off the light. Crawling up to her and pulling her into my arms, I kiss the top of her head. “I love how you make us sound like the heroes.” No matter what tomorrow brings, I know the lengths I will go to keep her safe. Of course, that is something I cannot say out loud. Though I am looking forward to pissing her off and then fucking her out of her bad mood.

“You’re my hero. When you came to rescue me, as I heard their screams, I knew it was you even before you came into the room.” She cuddles her backside into my front. Her voice gets low as she continues, “I thought you were an angel of vengeance. I thought I was dead until my hand touched your blooded cheek.”

I breathe in the smell of her coconut shampoo, which drives me wild as I whisper into her ear. “Nobody can keep you from me now that you’re mine. I will always come for you. You are what keeps me here; where you go, I will follow.” I nuzzle into the back of her neck and close my eyes. Now I finally understand what this feeling is: love. She is the only one who has ever loved me, and this feeling is dangerous. The lengths I will go to keep her love are endless. “I dare them to try.”

“I’ve always been yours,” she murmurs sleepily into the darkness, which makes me smile before I fall into a dreamless sleep.

Chapter seventeen

Early morning missions for me usually meant checklists, coffee, and not talking or even looking at anyone. I feel a little twitchy this morning because we are hunting for my mother. That is enough to make anyone feel twitchy. It isn’t just that, though. Change isn’t something I am necessarily good at dealing with. This new relationship, or whatever it is, has thrown me into a weird tailspin. How are we supposed to act? He has been my friend for so long, but now that line.

Sleeping in his arms and waking up happy is amazing, but weird. When Joker left to get his stuff after, the alarm went off. It all started my anxiety and overthinking. Sometimes, people see things differently once it’s daylight. What if it all was just pillow talk? Maybe he won’t want anyone to know for at least a while. Can I be his secret? I suppose before a mission like this, perhaps it shouldn’t be announced beforehand. Everyone’s focus needs to be on the mission. A part of me wants to be selfish and blurt it out ASAP. After the mission would probably be better, then we can tell my brothers, ‘By the way, I’ve licked him and claimed him.’ That is equal parts true and enough to gross my brothers out so they don’t ask questions.

How will this mission be? Stop being such an insecure bitch! It’s day two of whatever is happening and everything will work out. I wish I could stop thinking about it and focus on my packing. I am such an asshole, worried about my personal relationship instead of focusing on getting our family back.

My procrastination won’t keep this mission from approaching quicker than it should. I need to go downstairs to get the rest of my gear. When I open the door, Joker is standing in his usual spot, which makes my heart beat faster. His eyes meet mine and he smiles while holding up a to-go cup of coffee, giving it a slight tilt back and forth, taunting me with the caffeine within. I can’t help but grin at him like the smitten woman I am. What is it about being happy that is slightly terrifying? Because every time you are, it crashes and burns. That thought again speeds my heart up slightly, but then it calms because it’s Joker. I trust him with my life, along with my family’s lives. I give him a small kiss and take the coffee. “My hero. You ready for today?”

He walks over to the elevator and hits the button. I take a sip, and of course, Joker made it exactly how I liked it. The man knows me almost too well. It gives him an unfair advantage in our newly found relationship. My mind flies back to all the years I have overlooked little things like this. So many things come to mind, and I chalked them up to our friendship. However, there is no way he would do the little things for anyone else. “More like I’m ready to get it done? Maybe take a vacation with you once it’s over?”

The doors open, and I walk inside, smirking at him. “Are you asking or telling me about this vacation?” I give him a flirtatious wink and think about him oiled up on the beach, all sandy and dried ocean salt lining his tattoos and muscles. It gives me a shiver.

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