Page 48 of The Broken Queen

“I know I’m a dick. I know we are on opposite sides, but I am asking you to be on mine. Your father is not a good man. You know firsthand the pain and terror he can cause. Help me remove him from power. If we can do that, then you’ll be free.”

Free?

The words dropped so easily from his lips, but there was something nagging in the back of my mind.What if this was a trick? What if once he took over the kingdom, he decided to kill me? Could I really look past that possibility?

Before I could ask him, his lips touched mine and all thought was gone. Next thing I knew, his hands were in my hair, and mine were dangerously picking at his shirt to get it off. His lips melded against mine in a perfect rhythm, sending sparks racing down my spine. The sounds of our lips smacking together in a hungry passion made my body go into a heat frenzy. I couldn’t have his clothes off of him fast enough. I pushed his shirt up until he broke away from my lips to tug it off. Then I startedreaching for his jeans. I wanted him completely naked against me.

His hands removed mine and held them up over my head, so I couldn’t move them. He nibbled along my jawline until his lips traced a path all the way down to my stomach. His teeth clamped onto the bottom of my shirt and lifted up so that my midsection was completely exposed to him. My legs wiggled, wanting his mouth to move to that perfect spot.

Eventually, he moved his hands from mine and tugged my pants down my legs. His eyes never once left mine as he hooked his fingers inside the string of my thong and slid it down. My lip went between my teeth as his breath hovered over my center. It seemed like hours of him hovering, and I got fed up.

A whimper escaped my lips, “Please.”

His lips tilted at the corners before he dove in. My eyes rolled to the back of my head when his tongue met my folds. “Fuck...” my voice quivered at the undeniable passion exploding behind my eyes.

I didn’t have sex with many men. In fact, after Slade, it was a total of two men. The first was a drunk one night stand I washed out of my mouth with soap the next morning, and the second was the one haunting my world. It didn’t matter what Slade thought he would accomplish, Zeke would not leave without a fight.

My hands tangled into his soft hair as he continued to lick and suck, making my entrance soaking wet. When he was done, he quickly got his pants and underwear off, and pushed inside. Sparks exploded behind my eyes as he pushed in and out. A moan escaped my lips when he drowned it out with his.

Slade knew how to make me crumble at his feet. He was so fucking good in bed. There was no man who would ever come close to doing for me what he did. He reached down and rubbed my clit with his fingers as he continued to push in and out ofmy pussy. My climax was building and before I knew it, I was coming all over his dick. Shortly after, he shot his load inside.

The feeling of him coming inside was something I wasn’t able to describe. He was laying on top of me, gently pushing back the wet strands of my hair as he looked into my eyes. His body comforted me like a weighted blanket. I’d missed his scent so much that it slammed me with memories that had long been stored away. Something that was so savage, turned into a passionate moment of bliss. He rolled off and tugged me into his side. My eyes grew tired, and a yawn escaped my lips.

As my eyes closed, I whispered, “If you ever leave me again, I’ll cut your dick off.”

THE NEXT MORNING, Ireached around in the sheets and felt nothing beside me. Frowning, I sat up and realized how empty my room was.Was that all a dream?

My gaze roamed over the disheveled room. My clothes were thrown everywhere, and Slade was nowhere to be seen.Figures.A sigh escaped my lips, and I removed the covers from my body and rolled out of the bed.

There was a knock on my door. I looked down and panicked when I noticed I was wearing my birthday suit. I quickly grabbed my robe off the bathroom door, slid it on my shoulders and tied it. Once I was presentable, I went to the door and opened it.

My mood went from medium to sour when Zeke’s body stood on the other side.I thought they were going to be gone for a week?It had only been three days. Dread filled me as his greedy eyes roamed up and down my body, but after what happened last night, I didn’t want him erasing Slade’s touch. “What do you want?”

His mouth twisted in a cruel smirk. “You.” There was a sour taste of bile in the back of my throat at his declaration.

I slammed the door shut in his face, but I wasn’t quick enough to lock it. He busted through it and locked me in. My anxiety spiked at the thought of being alone with him in a room again. My room was my safe place. If he tarnished that, there would be no area that I felt safe on the grounds.

I wracked my brain for something I could use as a weapon in case I needed to fight him off. “I’m not in the mood, Zeke.”

“I don’t really give a fuck what you’re in the mood for. We made a deal. If you don’t want any harm to come to your daughter, then you will bend over when I say so. You are mine to fuck whenever I want to. You don’t get a fucking say.”

My skin prickled. I couldn’t do this anymore. There had to be another way.What if I ran to Slade?

He came closer, and I continued to back out of his line of sight. Suddenly, his phone started ringing, interrupting my heavy heartbeat. He tried to ignore it, but the phone kept ringing.

“Dammit!” He pulled the phone out of his pocket and barked, “What!”

“I’ll be right there.” He hung up and gave me a nasty look. “We'll finish this when I’m done. You’ll wait here for me, or your punishment this time will be severe.” The brief sense of relief I had from the timely interruption dissipated quickly with his threat.

He turned and left, but not without slamming the door shut behind him. I sat on the bed trying to figure out what the fuck just happened. Zeke was tightening the rope he had around my neck, making it hard for me to breathe, think, and live. I couldn’t do anything under his grasp. I needed help. I needed a criminal mastermind who would put Zeke in his fucking grave.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Slade

“Where were you last night?” The absolute last person I needed hanging around me right now was up in my face. I gritted my teeth. She needed to get the fuck away from me before I snapped her fucking neck.

“None of your goddamn business, Sienna.” I pushed past her and headed to the bar. Elijah and the rest of the guys were hanging around drinking god knows what, and while I normally didn’t partake in their silly banter, I needed to be around them.

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