Page 46 of Consort of the Crime Queen

I slam into her over and over again, and she's panting now, eyes closed tight as she tries to take as much of me as she can—cock and fingers both—and I lean down to nip at her earlobe softly. "You're mine," I tell her. "Do you understand that? You belong to me."

She gasps and mumbles her agreement around my fingers, her hips pressing back to take even more of me, her body trembling all over. I can smell her juices, feel them running from her, sticky and thick. The stink of sex fills the room and heightens my arousal even more.

"Every part of you," I grit out between my teeth. "Every single atom." I press my thumb against her asshole and she moans encouragement, spreading her thighs wider. "Your ass is mine, too," I tell her, pulling my fingers from her mouth. "Isn't that right?"

"Y-yes," she pants, her eyes squeezed shut with the intensity of her pleasure. "All of me... I'm yours... Hadria, please!"

I don't need any further invitation. I press my thumb deep into her hole, already wet with the lube from the dildo, and she lets out a squeal of delight. I grab her hip with my other hand, wet with her spit, and hike her up on the dildo as I piston into her.

Her ass clenches tight on me, and I start to pump my thumb in her, stretching her, playing with the tight rim, making her moan. "Good girl," I tell her again, rewarding her by reaching underneath with my spare hand to rub over her clit. She just about hits the roof. It feels so fucking good to have this kind of control over her body, knowing every inch of it is mine, stretched wide for me. The leather straps creak as I grind my hips into her, the pleasure sending shivers through me, but the anger is still there too, making my orgasm build unbearably fast.

I pull out and give her a slap on the ass. "On your back," I tell her. "I want to see your face when you come on my cock." She rolls obediently, eager to have me back inside her, but I push her legs up, knees pressing into her hard-nippled tits, doubling her over so I can sink back into her as deeply as possible.

Her moans turn to full-throated cries as I pound into her deeper than ever before. She's mine—all mine—and nothing can compare to the way she calls out my name while I'm fucking her. Her skin is hot and slick under my palms; I thumb at her clit roughly, making her wriggle around, flicking at it just to hear that squeal she makes. "Yeah, that's my good girl," I rasp out. "You'll never let anyone else touch you like this, will you? Only me."

"Only you!"

It's too much, watching those sweet little tits bounce under the onslaught of my fucking, and I slam into her one last time, white-hot pleasure surging through me as I grind into her pussy. I groan out my release, collapsing over her sweat-soaked body, panting heavily, even as she writhes around, pleading for me to let her come.

"Yeah," I say at last, "I'll make you come, baby." I get back on my knees, the dildo still buried in her, my clit still pulsing against the base of it, and spread her lips wide, let spit drop slowly from my mouth onto her hot clit. And then I rub it in, slow and firm, massaging her hard clit while I watch her face, flushed and sweaty, still beautiful, always beautiful, her mouth making a wide, silent "O" as she hits her orgasm. "That's right," I croon. "That's right, Aurora. Come for me. Prove to me who you belong to."

She lets out a wail, jerking and shuddering under my hands, and I milk her through it, my own clit recovering enough that I fuck her a little more, too, grind out one more short, painful orgasm for myself.

"Oh, God," she groans at last, as I pull the dildo from her. "I feel so empty now."

I'm already pulling off the straps, but I reach over to pet her still-open, still-soaking cunt gently. "Don't worry. There's plenty more where that came from."

"What time is it?" she mumbles. "We should shower…"

I check my phone. An hour or so until the meeting I called. "Do me a favor?"

"Anything."

"Don't shower yet. I'd like to know my scent is all over you tonight." I pause. "Is that okay?"

She's grinning in delight. "Oh, Hadria. That is more than okay."

I check her bandage and change it, despite her complaints. "Just let me do this," I tell her at last. "Let me make sure it's done right."

"Okay," she sighs. "But we need to get to the meeting."

Yes, we do. And although fucking her so thoroughly has left me sexually sated, I still feel the bloodlust in my veins. The idea that Nero could reach out and hurt Aurora under my roof…

I am still livid. And I can't fuck away the rage.

No, there's only one thing that will calm my anger tonight. And that is putting an end to Nero, for once and for all.

Tonight, I plan to kill him.

CHAPTER 23

Aurora

Despite being thoroughly wrung out by Hadria, I'm nervous as I slip into the war room and find my seat. The murmurs are darker tonight; violence hangs heavy in the air and I have never felt more aware that I am in a room with a lot of very, very dangerous people.

But I'm dangerous, too. Or at least, not as fragile as I look.

Hadria enters into the tension-filled room with the same impassive face as always, and the murmurs die away as Lyssa calls the meeting to order. Hadria might look cool, calm and collected, but I can see something simmering just below the surface. She stands rather than sits at the head of the long table, hands planted firmly on its scarred surface, and looks around at her gathered lieutenants and soldiers.

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