Page 53 of Bleeding Outside the Lines

“Did you just make a joke?” I laugh.

“Love has done crazier things.”

“Is that what this is?” I ask her, pressing my lips to hers and then pulling away. “Love?”

She angles her head in that peculiar way she does that I fucking love. “A queen will stop at nothing to protect her king, even if it means massacring her own court and abandoning her kingdom.”

I kiss her deep and slow, my tongue diving into her mouth. Her hands move to my chest, pulling me closer. I pull away, extracting myself from her grip.

“I need to be inside you. Now,” I say, shedding my clothes as she does the same.

I don’t wait. I don’t waste time on foreplay, we have the rest of our lives for that. Right now, I need to claim her. I need her to know she’s mine. Carnal urge rages inside my veins, and by the time I enter her with a forceful grunt, I’m overcome with so much need that I barely register the soft “oh” that escapes her lips.

I pull out and slam back into her. She bites her lip, her eyes hooded with her own desire. This is a claiming. She. Is. Mine. Ithrust hard and deep, her hips pressing up to meet mine. I tease her nipple with my teeth, pulling it until she yelps. Her nails scratch down my back and it takes every ounce of self-control I have not to bang on my chest like a fucking caveman. My dick throbs. I’m hard as stone pounding into her tight cunt over and over again.

“You. Are. Everything,” I say between thrusts.

“Cassius,” she moans. My name on her lips as her pussy squeezes the head of my cock is one of the hottest fucking things I’ve ever experienced. I pull out completely, and she whines as if the loss of me is too much. She wraps her legs around my waist, locking her ankles and pulling me back to her. I glide the head of my cock over her entrance, and she squeezes me tighter, forcing me inside. Leaning back, I lift her hips off the bed, angling myself deeper, aligning myself to that spot she likes. My balls tap her ass with each thrust, and I find her clit with one hand, rubbing gently at first. Then faster, harder.

“Be a good queen and come on your king’s cock, baby.”

As I say the words, I pinch her clit. Her legs tighten around me, forcing me still, and her cunt squeezes me, a vice grip on my dick. Warm juices explode on my cock, and her legs loosen, the sweetest cry leaving her lips.

We flip over, and her nails dig into my chest as she rides me, impaling herself on my hard shaft. She rolls her hips, her pussy doing things to me that I didn’t think were possible. Her tits bounce, and I push myself to my elbows, so I can bury my face between them. She tugs at my hair as she finds a position she likes.

Pulling back, I look her in the eye. “Take it baby, take what’s yours.”

Her hips thrust faster and faster. My hands dig into her sides, pushing her to find that rhythm I know will finish us both.Her eyes meet mine when it happens, that feeling of euphoria building in both of us.

“You are mine,” she says softly and then her pussy tightens, and we both explode.

Together. Always.

Because we’re playing for keeps.

Cassius uses his Smithand Wesson to scratch his temple before speaking. “Babe, I thought these high court queens were supposed to be the best of the best?”

“Clearly not,” I reply, gesturing to the Ruby from England tied to a chair between us. “Because otherwise this old bitch would have found a better place to hide after we killed the rest of them.”

Ruby, or rather Sarah, as she was once called, tries to speak, but the sound is muffled by the gag in her mouth. She is the last standing Ruby. I saved her for last because in a way, I have her to thank for introducing me to Cassius.

“To be fair,” I continue, “she was the hardest to find. It took us, what? A month?”

Cassius places his gun on the table, trading it for one that shoots staples instead of bullets.

“Yeah, but only because G and Row have been a bit distracted.” Cassius hits me with a cocked eyebrow.

I laugh because he’s right. That was something I certainly didn’t see coming.

Sarah turns her head, shifting between me and Cassius, like she’s trying to solve a puzzle but can’t see what she’s looking at.

“Ah, babe,” Cassius crows. “She really did think I was dead. You did such a good job.” He pulls me to his side and kisses my hair, then steps forward to remove the gag.

“But … but,” Sarah sputters. “You? Both of you?”

“You see, you old fucking cunt, unlike you, my girl here really is the fucking best.”

Cassius puts a staple in her little toes. Screams vibrate off the concrete walls, and he lets them die off before he continues.

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