Page 73 of Stolen Queen

“Good. But you still need to be taught a lesson.” He's a man used to being in charge. I’m a woman used to being bossed around. But in this case, I don’t mind. I understand thatsurrendering is what he needs from me now. Maybe if I do, he’ll tell me how he feels. Whether he loves me back.

The chemistry between us crackles in the air, heightening my senses as my eyes hungrily devour the sight of him. He stands up, finishes undressing. His muscular frame moves with predatory grace, and the dangerous glint in his eyes leaves no doubt that he's fully aware of the effect he has on me.

He runs his hands down my body. Even over the lingerie, the contact ignites a fire within me. I moan, and his eyes darken further at the sound.

“My naughty princess,” he says as his lips follow his hands, touching every inch of my body. It’s the sweetest torture. He pinches my nipples through the skimpy lace, harder than he ever has before. I cry out, my body arching, my cuffed hand yanking against the headboard.

He kisses me. “I want to taste your pain and your pleasure.”

I moan again as his words send a flood of sensation straight to my center. Who knew I’d like such talk, such touching?

He pulls back, and there's a cocky smirk on his lips. “I’m going to take you to the edge of heaven and let you hang there for what you did.”

“Won’t that leave you hanging too?”

He pushes back on his knees, straddling my hips. “Nah.” He strokes his dick. “I can take care of myself.”

I see this is a game of sorts, so I shrug. “What fun is that when my wet pussy is there all for you?”

The flash of feral heat in his eyes makes my breath hitch. “My naughty Princess talks dirty. I like it.”

“Talk is cheap.”

He lets out a growl as he grabs a condom and sheathes himself. “We’ll see about that.” He grabs the edge of my thong and yanks, ripping it off and tossing it aside. Then he maneuvers himself so he’s between my legs. Still kneeling, he lifts mylegs over his shoulders and grips my hips, lifting them so my backside is off the bed. He spanks me again, and as I yelp, he drives inside me in a single, brutal thrust.

“Oh, my God.” Immediately, I’m coming. Hard.

“Fuck… Ava…” He withdraws and plunges in again with another smack to my butt.

My pussy quivers. My orgasm continues. He moves in and out, spanking, and I’m whimpering as pleasure goes on and on and on and on. It doesn’t stop. It’s almost torture.

He yells out, slamming into me, grinding against me as his own pleasure consumes him. I love watching it. It’s the only time I see him not in control. Well, I think maybe he wasn’t in total control when he tossed me in the trunk, but I understand now that it wasn’t just anger driving him but a fear for me and my life.

I can feel the sweat on my skin, can hear the sound of our heavy breathing as the adrenaline starts to fade. He undoes the cuffs and pulls me close to him. I rest my head against his chest, feeling the rhythm of his heartbeat as it slowly returns to normal.

“Do not ever run from me again, Ava,” he murmurs, “or I will cuff you and lock you away.”

The tone doesn’t seem quite as playful, but I don’t take offense. I wonder if this is how he tells me he cares for me… loves me. Or maybe it’s just wishful thinking.

"I promise you, no harm will come to you as long as you're with me."

I waketo the aromas of freshly brewed coffee and something sweet. As I open my eyes, I see Matteo standing by the bed, holding a tray laden with breakfast. His expression is a mix of tenderness and something more intense that I hope is love.

"Good morning, Princess. I thought you might be hungry after everything last night."

I remember that we didn’t have dinner. No wonder I’m starving. "Thank you.” I look over the spread of pancakes, fruit, and coffee.

I realize then that he’s dressed, and worry fills me. Maybe I could cuff him to me so that he doesn’t risk whatever Elio or my father might do to him.

“I need to see Elio,” he says as if he can read my mind. He sits on the edge of the bed. "I need to know that I can trust you. That you’ll stay here while I’m gone.”

I nod, but he must not be convinced.

“You need to understand that under no circumstances can you leave. Not until this is all resolved.”

"I know.”

His eyes narrow slightly. "Are you sure about that? Because last night, you were ready to run back to your father. To throw everything away."

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