Page 161 of Merciless Queen

“I feel like yours.”

Zeno freezes, but a rock of my hips reminds him to continue. He stares at me like I’m the sun rising over his property, casting its glow upon his sparkling pool. “You mean that?”

“Wouldn’t say it if I didn’t.” It’s easier to admit now. To accept what’s been in front of me this entire time. What Papa’s actions have led to. He’s one of the men who kept me down, but he introduced me to the one who helped me rise.

“Say it again.”

Thrust.

“I’m yours, Zeno.”

Thrust.

“Fuck.”

“And you’re mine.”

“Fuck.” That one ends on a long groan as he drops his head back to my neck and his hips pound against me.

Intense pleasure consumes me until there’s nothing to do but hold on. He’s mindless, thrusting inside me, claiming me. Heat expands in my stomach, my core. My back arches into his chest while my legs stiffen around him.

When I come, it’s with a noise that echoes through the forest. My eyes slide shut as staggered breaths come out in heavy heaves.

“Let me see you,mia regina.”

My eyes flutter open. “You always have.”

I’m met with one of his easy smiles. “Wasn’t easy uncovering you, but it was fucking worth it.” He strokes my face, cupping my cheek in his warm palm.

“You mean that?”

“Would I lie?”

“Considering you don’t have the greatest track record.”

He smirks. “Fair.”

Then he kisses me long and deep before rocking against me again, but I drop my arms from his shoulders and unwind my legs until he has no option but to release me.

My turn.

Twirling my finger in the air, I demand, “Sit. Back against the tree. We did it your way. Now, we’re playing by my rules.”

He unhooks himself from me with half-lidded eyes dripping with lust. He slides by me, stealing my place as I shift into his. His lips skirt over my shoulder as he passes and I feel him smiling.

“Sì, signora.”

God, what that does to me.I bite my lip from revealing too much too soon and point, repeating, “Sit.”

Once he’s settled on the ground, his throne of broken twigs and fallen leaves, in the same place I once found him, I admire him. His chest decorated with a few cuts and bruises from the fight this morning. The bandage around his arm. His cock standing tall, damp with me, the tip of it making my mouth water.

Before I can act on everything else I want to do to him, knowing we now have time for it all, I swing a leg over him and settle onto his lap. He reaches for my hips, but with a shake of my head, I tell him no. He won’t be in control for this next part and I stretch to the side to retrieve his belt.

Green eyes meet mine and he holds out his wrists toward me, knowing exactly what’s about to happen.

“Good,” I praise, looping the belt around his wrists and pulling tight, using the end to hike his arms above his head, pinning them to the tree. The angle forces me to lean into him, my nipples a breath away from his mouth. “If you want out, you know the word that’ll make it happen.”

“Never.”

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