Page 36 of The Broken Queen

Her fingers wound in my hair, gripping the short strands like her life depended on it. My tongue lapped up the sweet taste of her. I couldn’t get enough.Never enough.All feelings that I had for her were put on hold. My only goal currently was to fuck her brains out so she wouldn’t feel tempted to jump into bed with the devil.

I pushed back, unbuckled my belt, and kicked off my pants and underwear. I climbed on top of her and put my cock in her mouth. I moved my hips back and forth as she sucked, placing one hand under her throat, making her gag.

A groan escaped my lips. Raven was so fucking good; she drove me crazy. No other woman could do what she could with her tongue. I removed myself from her and planted my feet back on the tile floor. I slid my hands under her hips and pulled her so her lower half was hanging off the bed. She licked her cherry red lips as I slid inside. Her core was so fucking wet, it nearly drove me over the edge. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as I pumped in and out of her.

“Oh my God,” she whispered.

“God has nothing to do with it.” I pushed into her again, going harder and deeper with each thrust. The familiar tinglingsensation told me I was getting close. I could feel her pulse around me and I knew she was getting close as well.

I rubbed her clit and her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she wiggled every which way to come over the edge. Once her walls got even more wet, I knew it was time to release every ounce of restraint I was holding back. I shuddered and collapsed on top of her, letting my body shake with hers.

My head rested on her chest for a moment, my nose breathing in her rosy scent, wanting nothing more than to climb in bed with her and forget the tasks at hand. But the longer Lars reigned over the kingdom, the longer my daughter would suffer, and the people within.

Not to mention the fucked up part of my heart that still lingered for Raven and what we could’ve had. But the other part would never forget the harm she brought with what she did to me. The swift stab in the back at her betrayal.

No, I wouldneverforget that.

I pulled out and pushed away from her, not looking or giving her any kind of attention. I put on my underwear and pants, buckled up and went to the window.

“Where are you going?”

I ignored her question and hopped out the window, like I had never been there in the first place.

Chapter Nineteen

Raven

Leave it to Slade to continue to ruin my life without doing much of anything. I laid there, flushed and spread out on the bed after he fucked and left. My heart hammered inside of my chest thinking about that moment, and the high I felt during it.

He had no idea how much he had fucked me up, or how my emotions were scattered when it came to him. He didn’t understand. To him, it was like I was just another girl he could fuck and leave, but we had more history than that. I should mean more to him, shouldn’t I? I was his daughter’s mother, for crying out loud.

I continued to lay on the bed, pondering my life and wondering how I had become so dependent on a human being. I used to be a badass. There was a time in my life when I didn’t care so much about what people thought of me. I had suffered enough at the hands of Father, so what other judgment and harm could they do to me?

At some point though, I had fallen in love. Not just a simple he liked her, she liked him, silly love. This kind of love was one that would make a person bleed. This kind of love was a high that if you came down from it, you wouldn’t be able to get back up. I was in love with Slade to that extent and I still haven’t recovered. So how the hell did he recover so fast?

How come my touch didn’t make him shiver or shake? What was so wrong with me that I wasn’t enough for him?

A sigh tumbled from my lips as I kept my gaze on the ceiling fan above me. My eyes followed the steady rhythm of the bladesmoving around and around. My wrist started hurting and that brought on my not so innocent thoughts from earlier.What was I thinking? How could I slit my wrist like that, thinking to take myself out of the equation? If Mother were alive, what would she think? What would Julianna think about her mother killing herself?

My thoughts had run rampant, and I was once again losing my mind. I’d become so focused on punishing myself that I didn’t think about the one person it would truly hurt if I left.Julianna.I quickly sat up, clenched my legs together and put my hands in my hair. I needed to go clean up, to get all the sex off of me, but a twisted part of me wanted to keep Slade’s scent for as long as I could. Maybe if I did, then Zeke wouldn’t be so focused on me. Maybe he would move his focus to other things, other people.

The whole thing with him and Father seemed wrong. What exactly happened in his old kingdom and why was Father opening up the estate so damn fast for this stranger? I needed to dig into his past and figure out what happened. He’s already proven to be a danger to Julianna and myself; I couldn’t imagine putting that kind of harm into the hands of our kingdom.

My thoughts roamed back to the only person that mattered. I needed to get better for her. I needed to start acting like a Queen or Father would continue to doubt me and think I needed to have a man by my side. I didn’t need Zeke. I didn’t need Father, and I certainly didn’t need Slade. If Mother could do this, then so could I.

Deciding to stop wallowing, I took in a deep breath, swallowed my pride and made my way to the bathroom to clean up. As I washed my face, I contemplated seeing a therapist. I had been so against going for the longest time, instead choosing to let my fears and pain take over my entire being. I neverthought about talking to someone. In fact, I had often heard that therapists did more harm than good to some of their clients.

I removed the wrap from my face, placed my hands on the counter, and looked in the mirror. My black hair was messy, my eyes were dull, the violet hue that made them special disappeared, and my body was bruised. My gaze went to the big bandage on my wrist, and I thought about how I would cover it up.

I reached for my iPhone on the counter. I put in my password and Julianna’s face vanished from the screen. I looked for the weather app and found the temperature for today. The heat index was in the nineties, so not horrible, but too hot to wear a long-sleeved shirt. A sigh escaped my lips.

How would I hide this from Julianna?I didn’t want to cause her any concern. I tried to make her life as normal as possible. I wouldn’t raise her the way Father raised me. I wouldn’t let her drown in these sorrows that tried to swallow me whole.

I placed my phone back on the counter and went into my closet. Rummaging through my clothes, I decided to go simple and went with a royal blue t-shirt and jean shorts. I slipped on my hey-dude shoes and pulled my hair back in a ponytail.

I wasn’t planning on going anywhere but possibly to the park with Julianna. I didn’t feel like being all Queen-like and happy go lucky, so it was probably best to stay out of the public eye for today. Father could disapprove all he wanted, but I really didn’t care what he wanted anymore. He ruined that when I was younger.

I slid my phone in my pocket, turned off the light, unlocked my bedroom door and went out into the hall. I made my way through the estate, but stopped at Julianna’s bedroom when her humming filled my ears.

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