Page 65 of Consort of the Crime Queen

I gasp at the feeling, my eyes locked on the breathtaking view outside. The city lights twinkle like diamonds from this high up, casting a warm glow over the dark sky. She presses me firmly against the cool glass, so that anyone looking into this window would get an eyeful. But they'd never be able to identify me at this distance, not unless they had binoculars or something equally voyeuristic.

Which isn't outside the realm of possibility, really.

The idea only makes me hotter.

"You like being watched, don't you?" she whispers in my ear. "You like knowing that everyone out there might be looking at you, seeing you like this…getting finger-fucked by Hadria Imperioli, the fucking queen of Chicago.”

"Yes," I gasp out. “Oh, God, yes.”

"Good," she tells me. "Because tonight, you're going to put on a show for anyone who wants to watch. Spread your legs wider. Fuck that greedy little cunt on my hand, Aurora, and let them see how much you enjoy this."

I spread my legs wide and lean into the window, my breasts squishing up against the glass. The cold glass feels so good against my heated skin, and I moan as Hadria continues to finger me relentlessly, her other hand joining in now to pluck at my clit. She leans forward and presses a kiss to my neck. "That's it, baby. Show them what they're missing."

Her fingers don’t stop moving inside me, creating a rhythm that matches the pulse of my need as she works her way in deeper and deeper. I grind back against her hand in a desperate need for release. Her fingers are stretching me to a level of pleasure I didn't know existed, the exhibitionist thrill lending an edge to something we’ve done many time. I look down to catch our reflection in the glass, see her fingers disappearing inside me while her other hand works my clit.

"Oh, fuck!" I moan, as she finds my sweet spot again and caresses it mercilessly. My hips jerk once more, and I’m gone, losing myself in the wash of an intense orgasm, and she works me through it until I’m spent, writhing away from her insistent fingers.

“We’re not done yet,” she tells me. “Turn around. On your knees. Show everyone how you worship my cunt.”

I hit the floor so hard I’m surprised it doesn’t crack open, and she grabs a handful of my hair, guiding my open, willing mouth to her pussy. Her scent fills my senses as I start to eat her out. I take her clit between my lips, teasing it softly at first before sucking harder, just the way she likes. She tastes like salt and power and sex, and I groan into her flesh as she grinds my face harder against her in encouragement.

She's as excited as I am, worked up, desperate for her orgasm. She explodes fast, my name on her lips as I lap up every last bit of her essence.

“You did say worship,” I tell her with a grin, looking up into her face.

"You are amazing," she says, voice still raspy from her climax. "That was…one hell of a performance."

“Why thank you,” I say. “Thought I think we both know who the real star of the show is.”

She helps me up, eyes twinkling, but then she turns serious. "Aurora," she says solemnly, "you are my entire world now. I never dreamed I could feel about someone the way I feel for you."

And then she gets to her knees. I'm reminded of my return to Elysium—that fifty thousand dollar taxi ride—and the way she fell to her knees then, hugging me tight. But tonight she doesn't fall. She very purposefully gets down on one knee, still holding my hands.

And I'm confused for a moment. I just came, after all. Why is she...

"I completely understand if you never even want to think about this," she says, "but I need to ask you. Because I really do want to tell the whole world you're mine, and I want the world to know that I'm yours, too, and this, well, it seems like the simplest way to do it."

I've never heard Hadria babble before. She's nervous.

She takes a deep breath. "Aurora Jane Verderosa, you have changed everything about me. You make me want to be better, for you and for my people—and for myself. I never thought I could let my walls down and give my heart so completely. But with you, it was effortless." She pauses, swallowing hard. "I know I don't deserve you," she continues, her voice thick. "But I will spend every day trying to be the woman you see in me. You are my light, my love, my life. Aurora, will you marry me?"

My hands fly to my mouth in shock.

"Aurora?" she prompts after a minute, anxiety in her tone.

"Hadria," I breathe, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. "Of course, I'll marry you!"

She springs to her feet, scooping me up into her arms as she spins us around, both of us laughing with joy. "Oh, my God," she says as we come to a stop. "For a moment there I thought you were going to say no."

"Never!" I throw my arms around her neck and kiss her passionately.

"Come here," she says, leading me to the dresser, from which she produces a small velvet box. She opens it to reveal the largest and most exquisite sapphire and diamond ring I've ever seen, glittering like the stars outside—no, brighter than the stars, because tears of joy are welling up in my eyes, making everything sparkle and blur.

Hadria slides the ring onto my finger. And then she kisses me again, tender and slow. When we finally separate again, she says, "We can just elope, if you'd prefer. I know weddings might be, well. A bit of a trigger."

"A while back I thought I'd never want another wedding day," I agree. "But marrying you, making that commitment officially, and having a big damn party over it? Yeah. I think I'd really love that." I giggle. "So if you're Hadria Imperioli, queen of Chicago, I guess I'll be your consort, won't I?"

Hadria laughs. "You know what? I have just the thing for you to wear." She goes over to the closet this time and rummages around, coming back out with a large velvet box in her hand. "I sent Lyssa to retrieve something for you. I've been waiting for the right time to give it to you."

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