Page 85 of Coerced Queen

My cheeks heat when wetness gushes out of me, soiling my thighs and the desk beneath me.

“So pretty,” he muses, studying the spot between my legs.“Champagne and cum look good on you.”

I give him a playful kick in the gut, resting my foot on his stomach.“You’re crude.The least you can do is offer a lady a hand.”

He chuckles.“Stay, my love.I’ll take care of you.”

There it is again.That silly term of endearment.

He grabs more tissues and cleans me a little too thoroughly, prodding and poking to make sure he didn’t hurt me.

When he’s satisfied, he lifts me to my feet and hands me my dress.I pull it on and turn my back so that he can close the zipper.

He turns me to face him and combs his fingers through my hair.“You have beautiful hair.I hope you never cut it.”He drags me closer and presses me against his chest.“You’re not only an amazing mother and a worthy wife, Anya.You’re a fucking queen.”He tightens his hold, making it difficult to breathe.“You’re every bit the queen all of us need.”He pulls away to look at me.“And people need their queen more than they need their king, so don’t ever risk your life like that again.If you do, I’ll tie you up, and you’ll spend your hours on your hands and knees alternating between being hand-fed and fucked by me.”

He softens the threat with a kiss on my lips, but I have no doubt he means each word.

Smiling as if he hasn’t just told me he’d keep me in a cage if I go against his wishes, he asks, “What do you need?Want me to get you some dry clothes?A hairbrush?”

“I’ve got everything in my bag.”

Remembering where I keep it, he takes it from the desk drawer and gives it to me.He smooths his own hair back with his palms as he watches me fix my make-up.

When I’ve applied lipstick, he asks, “Ready?”

As ready as I can be.

“Anya.”

His serious tone alarms me.I clip my bag closed and give him my attention.

“You know I’m proud of you, right?”he says.

If that’s his way of thanking me for getting the money, I’ll take it.“Thank you.”

He offers me his arm, his stance regal as he looks at me.“Let’s get Claire and go home.”

People jump to attention when we walk onto the gallery.The men stare at Saverio with slack jaws.

He leads me into the lounge where Dante sits on the sofa, bouncing Claire on his lap.A Disney princess movie plays on the television.

“Put the money in the safe,” Saverio says, reaching for Claire.“Drinks are on the house.Tell the men we have reason to celebrate.”

Dante searches my eyes.“Yes, boss.”

I don’t smile at him.I’m still angry that he called Saverio behind my back, not that I can fault that.Saverio is his boss after all.

“Where’s Livy?”I ask.

“Manning the bar,” Dante says.“I think she’s one step ahead of you.The celebratory drinks are already flowing, and just for your information, so are the rumors about where Anya got that money.The story is already turning into an urban legend.”

“Great,” Saverio mumbles under his breath as he kisses the top of Claire’s head before putting her in her car seat.After strapping her in, he hands me the seat.“You better take her.I don’t want to risk it down the stairs with the cane.”

Claire makes a cooing noise and kicks her sturdy little legs when I give her her favorite rattle.

It’s been a long, stressful day, and all I want is to go home, have a shower and maybe a snack, and crawl into bed.

“I’ll drop Livy off later,” Dante says.“She seems to be in a party mood.”

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