Page 49 of Red Queen

We keep coming together. He informed me being in his bed, being his whore—though he never used that word—was part of the deal in helping me, but it’s a perilous thing. Something I could slip into thinking was the thing I crave. The king by myside, a man to rule with me, share in decisions, someone to share my life with, things I don’t want but he makes oh so appealing.

“I’m not scared.”

“You think, my fallen Queen this is for now.”

“We don’t know the future,” I say, side-stepping, and the expression on his face informs me he knows I don’t want to answer, to get into the conversation. “And this is only sex.”

He doesn’t fight me again, instead he smiles, the pure warrior who’s got his sights set on a battle he thinks he can win.

Cupping my ass, Alexandru digs his fingers into my flesh as he pulls me closer, pressing us together, skin to skin, flesh to flesh. And it’s hard to think. He groans low in his throat, his erection hard and throbbing against my center. The heat radiates from his body, seeping into my own.

Alexandru moves his hands up my back, tangling his fingers in my hair as he brings his lips down to mine once more. His tongue demands entrance and I willingly open my mouth to him. The kiss is slow, a dance of erotic arts and seductive. It’s a kiss designed from a certain type of warfare, to disarm and control and take. And by the time I realize that I’m pliant and ready to split open for him.

Dangerous. He’s so dangerous. Somehow more so than he was so long ago when we were betrothed.

He lifts, his eyes burning into mine. “You taste good, Eleanna.”

“And so do you,” I whisper.

“You know what would taste better?” he asks, kissing my throat, his fangs lightly scraping down, making me shudder and throb. “You on your knees.”

He keeps making me, his Queen, get on her knees for him. And I find myself starting to slide down but he stops me and spins me, pushing me into the wall. It’s not hard, but there’s noroom to protest or side step. His iron touch, his iron will, is too big to deny.

Taking my hands, he pulls them down and there’s something soft in his hand. Material? Before I can try and work out what it was he took from the table, he licks my ear and short circuits my brain.

“There are a lot of variations of you on your knees and not all of them are about you worshiping my cock with your hot mouth.”

The shudder that takes me elicits a laugh from him. “Unhand me.”

“Because you’re my queen?” He bites my throat softly, his erection pushes against me, our hands no barrier. “I’m your master and I’ll be your king.”

I bite down on my protest. Only because I need his help and not because there’s something inexplicably appealing about it.

He steps back and turns me, pulling my hands together in front and tying them, then he takes me to the bed. It’s a high bed, big, and he pushes me up so I’m on the edge, and on my knees, then he takes the material and moves to the front of the bed and ties my hands to it, so I’m in an awkward position. And then he disappears from view.

“What—”

“Hush, Eleanna.” And the whip comes down on me. I recognize the way the air sings, and the white heat of its bite. He does it over and over, crisscrossing, finding new places until I’m glowing hot. “How do you feel?”

“Like beheading you,” I say.

He hits me again. Something shifts and my clit starts to ache, my pussy too, and juices roll down my parted thighs.

“Not the right response. Maybe things change when you do.”

The leather slices into my burning, tender flesh and the ache intensifies. “How dare you!”

“Not everything’s black and white. Gray exists. All kinds of things exist. And strength sometimes comes from the willingness to step into another’s shoes.”

I grit my teeth. Inside, pleasure starts to swell. “You dare give me a lesson? I know you want a piece of everything and you’re helping me but do not turn this into a teaching moment.”

When it comes down again the heat is beyond anything and the pain melts into orgasmic pleasure. I cry out in my release.

Alexandru grips my hips and he plunges into me, deep, pushing me down so I’m flat on my stomach. He hammers into me and the orgasm swells and explodes or maybe it’s another. I don’t know, I can’t think. I just want what he’s giving me. I want it all.

He pulls out and pulls me down so my ass is on the edge and my legs dangling. He goes down and licks my ass, then smoothing some of my juices on my asshole, he pushes into me. And I want more and more, I try to arch back the moment he breaches the tight ring, wanting him deep, craving more of his touch.

I moan softly as he thrusts into me, his hips moving with a primal rhythm. The sensation of his hard cock filling me up, the rough scrape of his near-barren chest against my sensitive skin of my back, my ass still burning, he takes me in the most elemental and pagan way, one arm around me, under me, holding me in place. I’m lost in him; the slap of flesh and the sound of our heavy breathing creates a brutal symphony of desire.

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