Page 68 of The Broken Queen

I had to give him credit, I never thought he would have the balls to come out and say what he did. I’d learned to let go and forgive a long time ago. While what he did was wrong, it wassomething I was able to overcome quickly. Everything else in my life; the things with Father and Zeke were unforgivable.

I got back to my room, pissed and flustered. I was trying to handle everything here. Trying to prepare for my life to take an even more drastic turn. Then Lewis called me and told me Slade had gone ballistic, so I dropped everything and took off to the compound.

When I’d showed up, there was a crowd gathered around them, and he had Elijah on his back, being pummeled to a bloody pulp. Slade wasn’t someone you pissed off. I knew that once he found out, if he ever did, he would lose his shit. And that’s exactly what happened. What I didn’t expect to happen was for Slade to believe me. That rarely ever happened in those situations.

I turned on the light and released a small scream when Slade’s angry gaze met mine. I quickly shut my door and locked it. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

His gaze hardened on mine, and I gulped. I did not want his anger directed at me, but I knew it would happen eventually, especially with what I had planned for Saturday. His knuckles were still bloody and clenched into fists.

He took a step forward. His gaze never wavered; those silver eyes were full of anger, wanting to take it out on me. Something was urging me to run for the hills, to not let him get his hands on me, but the other part of me, the irrational part, wanted him to take control.

Another step forward.

I moved, and my back hit the door.

Another step towards me.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He enunciated each word, shooting daggers in my direction. If he got his hands on me, it was over.

“If I would’ve told you right then, when it happened, would you have believed me?”

That was the hundred dollar question, and I was scared to death of his answer. “Yes.”

Another step.

I didn’t have anything to say; I just stood there waiting for him to make his move. I already knew what was on his mind. He wanted to punish me for keeping that secret for so many years. I wished I could pick his brain and figure out what he was thinking. He was pissed, sure, but he was silent, barely saying a word.

He stood right in front of me, his chest brushing against mine. His hardened gaze looked down on me, void of any emotion, and all I could do was stand there and wait. I wasn’t going to fight him. If he wanted to get his anger out on me, then fine. I could use him for that, too. Because I was still angry at him. Making me go through with this all so he could get back the crown, was fucking crazy.

He bent down, lifted me over his shoulders, turned the shower on and placed me in there, clothes and all. A scream escaped my lips because the water was ice fucking cold. I quickly turned the water to scalding hot, and then glared at him. A huge grin came onto his face as if he was proud of himself.Motherfucker.

He took off his shirt, the grin fading slowly from his lips and turning into something more devious, passionate. He unbuckled his belt, taking it off and hanging it on the shower rod. Next were shoes, socks, jeans and underwear. He was standing completely naked in front of me and my breath caught.

Slade was such a gorgeous man. The man underneath the clothes was slim and glistening with sweat, his straight hair clung to his forehead, his silver eyes watching me closely.Tattoos covered his body, mostly on his arms and back, with a skull covering his heart.

My fingers itched to reach out and touch him. I didn’t bother trying to take off my clothes, they were stuck to me like honey stuck to everything. My core was aching for him, my lips were starving for his, and I just wanted him to touch me.All over.But I had a feeling he had other plans.

He stepped into the shower, just staring at me like I was a picture he would never grow tired of.

I moved further into the water; the warmth cascading over me like a blanket on a cold winter’s night. His fingers brushed against my skin when he helped me get the shirt over my head. He threw it on the white, marble floor and it landed with a loud thump. I unclasped my bra, and it went next, along with my slip on shoes, pants and underwear.

We were both standing there, silently waiting on the other to make a move. But this was his show, and I was just wanting him to take complete control. If I was to go through with the wedding like I planned, my time with Slade was winding to a close. So I was going to take full advantage of the moment.

He reached for the belt and turned me so I was facing the faucet. The leather looped around my neck, and he tightened it in a chokehold. One hand was on the belt, holding it in place and pulling it if I got out of line. The other hand trailed down my middle, going to my favorite spot.

Without warning, his finger entered me, moving in deeply, a moan escaping my lips. The bathroom was getting warm because of the steam from the shower, and it made me that much more susceptible to his desires.

His finger came up and pinched my nipple, hard, and a groan escaped my lips. “Are you going to keep a secret from me again?”

If I get this kind of reward for it...Definitely.

The hand that held the belt tightened on the end as he pulled my head so it rested on his chest. The water came down on us as he had spread my legs apart and shoved inside. His fist grabbed my hair and pulled as he went harder and faster.

The feeling was incredible. Our bodies were moving in sync, and I didn’t even care that he was taking full advantage of me. Suddenly he pulled out, turned me to face him and kissed me like his last breath depended on it. His tongue sought entrance, and I opened for him. He entered me once again, and I was gone. I couldn’t take it anymore, and neither could he. We came together and rode off the high we were on. Then his touch became gentle as he removed the leather from my neck. His gaze went from hardened and menacing to an emotion I hadn't quite seen from him in a long time.

Love.

He removed the imaginary mask from his face and let me see everything. The wall came down and he just let me have it. “You should have told me. You should’ve trusted me enough to tell me what happened. Elijah can be a dick, but he went too far. He should’ve never touched what was mine, and I’ll never forgive him for that.”

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