Page 16 of Deadliest Throne

Fuck. Fuck this man and his words and making me love him so damn hard. I can’t go soft, I can’t talk to him like anyone else might talk to their partner in this situation. His brain doesn’t work that way. He would shut down and walk away if I tried.

So, I do two things. With a curl of my lip, I reach up and wrap my hand around his throat the best I can and use the other one to get a good hold on his balls. He didn’t see that coming and the smallest bit of shock flares in his eyes before it’s replaced with rage. This is a big risk, what I’m doing. I’ve never done something like this, but I need him to hear me, so if I have to play his game, I will.

“Listen to me and listen to me good, Lincoln,” I command in a low dangerous tone, ignoring the blood pounding in my ears. “You will not hurt me. You will not hurt this baby. You might think that you have no control, but I know you would stop yourself before you ever put us at risk. I’m not glass, Link. I’m not going to break. I know the things that have happened to me might make you think that—hell, I even thought that at one point—but I’m Raven, fucking, West. No one, and I mean no one will break me. No one will bring me down. Not only because I refuse to ever go down without a fight, but because I have five men, five fucking strong as shit men, at my side. Hell, I have a whole fucking crew at my back. No matter what life might throw at us, we will always get back up. We will always move forward because we will never give anyone, and I mean not a single soul, that power over us.”

My chest is heaving, my body vibrating as I fight to hold back tears. "It's not your fault," I whisper, seeing the flash, the smallest bit of vulnerability in his eyes. "As fucked up and painful as some things might be, I believe everything is meant to happen for a reason. Our angel baby was meant to make us stronger, to show the world that with each other, we will not break and to lead us to Andrew and Baby Bird. You made sure about that."

His chest heaves as I tighten my hand around his throat. I feel his cock growing against my palm, and fuck me, this is not the time to be turned on about that fact. I guess, showing him a bit of dominance isn’t something he hates. Not that I think I’d ever get this far again, but hey, I’ll push it as far as he’s willing to let me go now.

“If you're looking for an apology for how I knocked your ass up, you're not going to get it,” he snarls. “I’m not sorry. I’ll never be sorry. And it would be just a waste of breath to ask me to be.”

“I know you're not,” I snort. “And I wouldn’t expect you to be. Doesn’t change the fact I’m still fucking pissed that you took it from me. My choice.”

“Other than apologizing, what can I do to make this better?”

Now it’s my turn to be shocked. I blink at him for a moment. I want to tell him to stop treating me like glass, to have things go back to the way they were.

But, even if I want those things, it doesn't take away the fact I’m pissed, and I sometimes hate that Link acts like he’s above everyone, that he’s god.

Using that little bit of ballsy attitude I have coursing through my veins at the moment, I give him a slow, cocky grin.

“I want you to get on your fucking knees for me and kiss my feet like the queen I am.” Oh god, I can't believe I just said that. My belly swoops and I feel like I'm going to be sick. I'm just waiting for him to laugh in my face, but instead, he shocks the ever living hell out of me. Slowly, he sinks to his knees as I gape at him, stunned, my hand slipping from his throat.

He keeps his eyes locked on mine, as he lowers his head and fucking kisses my toes through my flip-flops.

“Anything else?” he asks, daring me. Do I push it and ask for more? A thrill fills me, a powerful high at the fact that Link, the head of Black Venom Crew, the man who kills people for looking at him funny, just got on his knees and kissed my feet.

"Holy shit!" I hear Hunter gasp somewhere behind me, reminding me that there are still people around us.

Link just did what he did knowing that people are watching.

“Yes,” I answer, trying to stop my voice from shaking. “Repeat after me...”

He raises a brow, still on his knees before me.

“I, Link...”

He smirks. “I, Link...”

“Am Raven’s bitch.” That part comes out with no confidence at all because I really am scared shitless right now, but fuck, this is a rush.

“Am Raven’s bitch,” he growls. Fucking hell, he said it.

“And I’m going to stay on my knees and worship her pussy like the queen that she is.”

Pure, feral, hunger flashes in his eyes as he grins savagely at me. “And I’m going to stay on my knees and worship her pussy like the mother fucking queen that she is.”

He lunges forward, making me squeal as he corners me back into the chair behind me. Then he grabs the legs of it and yanks it forward. I grip the arms tightly, having no idea what's going on until he pushes my dress up, slides his hands under my ass, and pulls me to the edge of the seat.

He buries his face between my legs and runs the tip of his nose up the soaked fabric of my panties. “I fucking missed this pussy,” he growls. “This is my fucking pussy, Little Bird. Remember that.” He grabs my panties and yanks them off me. He goes to dive back in but pauses. His eyes dart up to mine, and in the smallest voice, that no one but us can hear he says. “If I hurt you, stop me.”

I give him a small smile. “You would never hurt me, Link.” I love it rough; I love the pain he brings me when he fucks me unhinged. He could do anything he wanted to me and I’d gush for him like a river. But he would never, truly hurt me. I do not and will never fear this man.

He hesitates for a moment longer before throwing my legs over his shoulders. “Oh fuck!” I scream, my eyes slamming shut as I toss my head back, my nails digging into the armchair.

Link works his deadly mouth against my pussy, licking and sucking. He thrusts his tongue in and out of me, and I swear I feel it grow.

My mind is hazy, my body buzzing. I’m lost to the feeling of him and what I’ve missed for so damn long.

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