Page 13 of Scarred Queen

She squirmed against him, dragging her heels against the floor as he hauled her against the table, shoving her until she was almost sitting on the marble top. Her skirt had twisted until it was nearly hiked up to her waist. He glanced down and groaned as he reached for her. She tried to dive away from him but his hands gripped the outside of her bare thighs and his chest pressed against hers. Capturing her, stilling her. He slid his hands up her thighs, his thumbs caressing the edge of her panties. Casey sucked air into her starved lungs and resisted the urge to tilt her hips to give him better access as scorching heat flooded through her belly and ran like a river through herpussy.

“Ah god,cariña,” Reyes growled against her throat rocking his hips into the cradle of her thighs and forcing her to feel the thick hardness of his erection. He licked her exposed throat, running his tongue down the side and then gently nipping the place where her neck met her shoulder. His teeth turned more savage with each word until he bit down hard enough to leave a mark. “Let me have you… let me fucking have you and I promise I will make it so fuckinggood.”

She slapped her hands down on the table behind her and dropped her head back, unwittingly giving him better access to the front of her body. He immediately moved his mouth across her collarbone, taking stinging bites until he reached the hollow between her breasts. He sucked and licked, touching and seducing her body. He flicked the top of her dress to the side, exposing her breast to the cool air before covering it with his hot, skillfulmouth.

Casey’s breath whooshed out of her and her arms gave out. He caught her before she could hit the table without ever taking his attention from her breast. She whimpered and cried out underneath him, squirming against the hardness of the table. She clenched her hands into fists to keep from grabbing hold of him and demanding he devour her the way she desperately wanted, the way she needed. She couldn’t, she just couldn’t participate, no matter how bad she wantedit.

He reached for her skirt, shoving it up her thighs and then slid his fingers into her panties, touching her. She felt the rumble in his chest before he spoke. “So fucking wet. Fuck, it was like you were made for me,Casey.”

She felt pressure as he slid his fingers further into her, felt the explosive pleasure of him sliding across her clit and into her pussy. Her eyes flew open and she gasped, “Stop!”

He froze, his body going from warmly fluid to completely rigid over top of hers. He pulled his hand from her panties and reached for her. She cried out in fear as he dragged her into his chest, her legs still spread and dangling on either side of his hips. She could still feel the insistent press of his cock straining between them and moaned, half in need and half in distress. She fucking hated thissituation!

“Your husband told you to fuck me?” he demanded, his dark eyes fierce onhers.

Tears flooded her eyes and she nodded. “Y-yes, that’s pretty much what hesaid.”

“And you’re saying no to me?” he asked, his voice a quietsnarl.

The breath shuddered in and out of her and real fear of his retaliation began to replace her arousal. But she held her ground. She nodded and said in a shaking voice, “I’m saying n-no.”

“Because you’re loyal to that sick fuck?” he demanded, his fingers tightening on herarms.

“Because I made a vow to be loyal to that sick fuck,” she cried out, hardening her voice and forcing the tears in her eyes back. Yes, this situation was fucked, but she was a mafia wife and she had herprinciples.

He smiled, his face hard and strained, but his eyes gleaming triumph. “Good girl, Casey,” he said, his voice thick with passion. “You are my good fuckinggirl.”

“I… I don’t understand,” she whispered, frowning, trying to figure out what was happening. Was she about to be raped? Coerced into sex? Or kicked out of the penthouse for being a goodgirl?

He chuckled and pulled her further into his chest, embracing her lightly, running his hands down her back soothingly. She lay stiffly against his chest and listened to the beat of his heart against her ear and the rumble of his voice as he talked. “Your loyalty is stunning,cariña. You give it to a man that doesn’t deserve it because you must. Because you promised and you know no other way. Now I am going to crush that man and turn your loyalty to me. You will become my queen.MiReina.”

Her heart sped up, pounding with each word. He was going to take her away from Ignacio, give her another cage, turn her into another version of her current self. Mafia wife. And she would hate him for it. She pushed back, shoving away from his chest to look him in theeyes.

“No,” she told him. “I won’t be yourqueen.”

His face hardened into granite lines and he pulled her off the table, standing her in front of him. He straightened her clothes with quick efficiency. “You won’t have a choice,” he said, his voice holding a cold ruthlessness she was familiar with from Ignacio and his men but hadn’t heard from Reyesyet.

“I’ll tell Ignacio what you’re planning, he’ll stop you,” she said, edging back in case he got angry at herthreat.

He merely took her by the arm and led her to the door of the condo, retrieved her wrap and folded it around her shoulders, careful to cover every inch of her exposed cleavage. He leaned closer, murmuring in her ear, “I’m counting on it, Mrs.Hernandez.”

Casey’s mouth fell open and she looked over her shoulder at the man who was proposing insanity. At the man who was planning on murdering her husband, taking over his business and stealing his wife… all while his enemy knew his plan. He was either incredibly confident, insane or he knew something she didn’t. He dropped a stinging kiss on her lips and opened the door to usher herout.

Chapter Ten

“Iwantto speak with Ignacio right now!” Casey argued with Diego as she’d been arguing with him for the past few days withoutresults.

Ignacio refused to seeher.

Diego’s dark, sadistic eyes swept over her body, taking in every inch with a look that suggested she shouldn’t have bothered with the terry cloth robe over top of her bikini because he was picturing her without it. Probably without the bathing suit too. She crossed her arms over her breasts and gave him the coldest glare she could come upwith.

“You need a reminder what happens when you get demanding of the boss’s time, little girl,” Diego sneered, his eyes lingering on the top swell of her breasts. “You probably like being smacked around like that though, don’t you? Bitches like you’ll take whatever attention you canget.”

Casey flared her nostrils as she tried to bring her temper under control while Diego postured in front of her and did his best to make her feel small and insignificant. He came within a hairsbreadth of touching her, lifting his hand toward her bruised cheek and running his knuckles down her face without actually making physical contact. She whipped her head away from him and backed up a few steps, her sandaled feet slapping against thefloor.

Alonzo shifted at her back and snarled, “Notouching.”

Diego laughed, the slimy sound drawing a shudder from her. He shrugged and nodded absently. “Yeah,” he drawled, his dead eyes piercing her, marking her. “Fornow.”

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