Page 43 of Red Queen

“Isn’t it?”

Without waiting for an answer, Alexandru kisses me, a slow, deep kiss that makes me breathless and wanting his control sex games that have unspoken perimeters. The kiss is romance,darkness, lifeblood, want. His weight pressing into me ignites a sizzling blaze within my core, and a hot ache begins to pool between my thighs. He trails hot kisses down my neck, his fangs grazing my skin oh so lightly.

“You,” he says, sitting up and his clever fingers stripping me, “are going to feel every ounce of the desire I’ve been holding back for you.”

“You think?”

Alexandru’s fangs graze my pulse point, eliciting a moan from the depths of my being. And the hand that was on my thigh returns to it as he pushes me back down. It starts to creep upward.

I gasp when his fingers find my already slick pussy. He thrusts them into me, setting a rhythm meant to rile and offer nothing like relief. “You’re so wet for me, Your Highness.”

“And you’re not hard?”

He laughs and bites my throat, not breaking the skin, even though the ache for that is a keening note within. “You’re going to see for yourself. And make it good because that cell in my dungeon needs a new inmate.”

“You wouldn’t.”

Alexandru coils a fist in my hair as he meets my gaze. “Wouldn’t I?”

I move my head so the pull on my scalp is sharp. “No.”

“But I would. As your equal, your master in the bedchamber, I very much would, my fallen Queen. In fact, the whips are there, some cat o’nine tails. A torture board I can chain you to and fuck you anywhere, anyhow, anytime I wish. I’ll name it the Red Room, in honor of you.”

“I don’t like you, we’re enemies and you’ll never rule.”

“And you will find yourself in Catarina’s hands.” It’s a threat he’ll never carry out but it still fills me with unease. “Enemies and lovers, maybe friends one day. Partners in ruling decisions.And my plaything when the bedchamber doors are closed. You always liked things on the edge.”

He uses my hair to guide me down and he’s already freed himself, his cock is standing up, thick, beautiful with a perfect head and I lick along a vein, suddenly eager for that feel of him in my mouth, so I take him in, stretching around him, pushing myself to take him all. He’s in deep and I’m so hungry that it takes me a few moments to realize I’m setting the pace not him.

And a thrill rides through me as I lean over him, he’s watching, eyes at half mast, erotic concentration on his face. He groans, his neck corded, the hand in my hair tight. He’s trying to hold back as much as he can and I swirl my tongue, taking him to my throat, until he jerks in my mouth and fills my throat with his hot seed.

He pulls me off. “Damn. We’ll make that part of the routine every day. Fuck, Eleanna, you’re a dangerous woman.”

“Shut up and fuck me, you arrogant prick,” I say. “That’s if you can get it up again.” If I can goad him, then?—

His fangs grazing my lobe before he whispers, “As my Queen commands.”

He flips me so he’s on top and I’m on my back. He kisses me with the hunger of blood and life. Of passion and sin and need. And I kiss him back the same. I try and bite him because I want to make him hurt for me sucking him down, me wanting his cock in my mouth, me loving it.

But he pins my hands and pushes a knee between my thighs so his pants rub against my pussy.

I want to rip them off. It’s not enough they’re partially down. I want him as naked and vulnerable as me.

Except… Except I don’t feel vulnerable. I feel invincible, like I’m riding his on his energy as it pulsates through me.

Then he kisses me again, soft kisses, small kisses. Long slow meandering ones that make me moan and turn me inside out and melting.

Finally, he lifts his head. “You fight and fight and you don’t think about what it means. You need clarity. You need a fresh way of seeing things.”

With that he sits up and releases my hands. Before I can move, he flips me so I’m on my stomach and he lifts my hips so I’m on all fours. Alexandru pushes my legs apart with one of his then he delivers a sharp smack on my ass and soothes the sting with the palm of his hand as he curls around me.

Face against the bed, arms down, ass up.

I do as he says and then he moves, and he’s there, behind me, between my thighs. He thrusts two fingers in me, curling them and then pulling them out. A nasty little tease that makes me growl. And he uses my juices to paint my asshole. “This is going to be mine soon. All of you. As your partner, I demand everything.”

Another moan breaks free and I try and find the cold resolve, the part of me that is willing to go along with everything he asks and says until Catarina is gone and I’m on the throne, then he’ll find out the true power of a queen. She won’t put up with arm twists and bullying. He’ll be back here, alone.

I try, but I can’t hold it tight, it keeps slipping away.

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