Page 30 of Scarred Queen

“Yeah,nena,” he growled. “Feels good, don’t it? You want to comebaby?”

She nodded frantically. “Yes, yes please… please let me come,” she begged tossing her head back and forth against the towel rack. She reached over her head with one hand to grab it so she wouldn’t slide down thewall.

Despite the constant misfiring going on in her brain from sensual overload, she had enough awareness to wonder if this was part of a cruel plan to withhold the explosive orgasm she so badly wanted. If that was his plan then he dearly underestimated her desperation. She would do just about anything to claw her way up to that blessed orgasmic peak. She would debase herself in any way he asked. She would enthusiastically go onto her knees before him, take his cock down her throat and happily choke on him if he would give her want she needed. She would crawl, she would fuck, she would suck, she would do just about anything in thatmoment.

He drew the torture out even more by releasing her body further from his grip and allowing her body weight to sink her even more onto the finger he’d lodged in her ass. She moaned at the dark, slightly painful pleasure as it bit into her. She widened her knees against his hips and surged against him, crying out. Sweat beaded against her throat and he leaned in to lick and suck the exposed skin, whispering dark, sexy words of praise that drove her closer and closer to theedge.

Finally, he gave her what she wanted, he growled against her throat, “Can’t hold out against you,cariña. Too fucking gorgeous. Come for me,Casey.”

He slid his finger back and forth over her painfully engorged clit until she was shamelessly thrusting her hips against him, sliding her pussy against the buckle of his belt for even more friction, heightening the orgasm that crashed over her a few seconds later. A keening cry erupted from her throat, where her head was thrown back. His own head was bent just below her jaw. His fingers gripped her hard, tightening against her flesh as he tried to draw out the tidal wave of her orgasm while his own painful erection begged him to fuck his woman as hard as he could up against thewall.

As she started to go limp in his arms he pulled his finger from her ass, reached between their bodies and unbuckled and unzipped himself. He shoved his trousers and underwear down just enough to free his erection. Then he lifted her once more and slammed her down, sliding her soaked pussy easily over his engorged cock. She let out a scream as she was filled up with hot, demanding flesh, stretching her completely. He didn’t give her a chance to adjust or get used to the fullness of his entry. He wrapped his hands around her waist, lifted her up and began slamming her down with savage intent. He gritted his teeth and let his head drop back, planting his legs apart as the intense pleasure he could only find in the body, mind and soul of this woman wrapped itself around him and refused to letgo.

“Casey,” he breathed, then again, louder. “Casey.”

She gripped his arms, hanging on as best she could while he pounded into her, allowing no release and giving no inch. She had no choice but to take what he gave as her body helplessly built back toward another, more powerful orgasm. As though he could feel the tightening within her pussy, he tipped her back against the wall, tilting his cock within her passage so he was hitting her silken walls at just the right angle to send her skyrocketing over the edge of her orgasm with a screaming bang. She reached back over her head and gripped the towel rack so hard she spared a brain cell to wonder how it didn’t pull off the wall and send her tumbling to thefloor.

Casey’s legs shook as the orgasm crashed over her in waves and still Reyes was slamming himself into her. She opened her eyes to watch him, to see the beautiful strain on his face as he reached for his own release. She uncurled the fingers of one clenched hand from the wooden towel bar and reached desperately for the man that stole her heart a little more with each day, each fuck and each word hespoke.

He lifted his eyes and met hers, watched her as she watched him fuck her. He shifted his body, bringing himself in closer until he was hugging her against him. The look on his face was both tender and savage. It was so… him. Reyes wasn’t much of a poet. He was a cartel boss, a dictator and brutal killer. But damned if he didn’t hold the key toCasey.

And if he was going to give her the gift of understanding then she could give him a gift inreturn.

“I… will give you your vow,” she panted. “On onecondition.”

“Nameit.”

“You release me from my vow in the event of your death,” she whispered, eyes serious on his. “You bleed, I bleed. You die, I die. If you want a queen, Reyes, then you take me for all that Iam.”

“Done,” he snarled thrusting into her one last time, spilling his seed. He gripped her so tight she thought she might break apart. But she trusted him not to reach that point with her; she knew he would protect her with his life and beyond. “When it’s our time, we go together,mireina.”

Part Two

Rise Up, Mi Reina

Chapter Twenty-Four

“Fix her or die,”Reyes shouted, pacing their bedroom liked a caged lion. Seeing Casey flinch made him immediately regret raising his voice, so he settled for glaring death at the doctor he’d flown in from Las Pas the moment she started showing symptoms of amigraine.

Casey lay curled on the bed like a broken doll where he had placed her after she’d finished her last bout of violent sickness. She’d tried to turn away from him, push his hands from her body and beg him to leave, but he refused. He would not allow her to sink into this darkness alone. How she’d survived so many years in the hell of her own head he could not possibly imagine. This was the most gut-wrenching pain he’d ever seen another human being go through, and he’d inflicted a lot of pain on others in his lifetime. Hell, if he could somehow bottle migraines and use them for torture he suspected they would be more effective than mostmethods.

The doctor, a thin man in his late thirties or early forties who specialized in neurological medicine eyed Reyes apprehensively while Casey moaned from between the fingers that were covering her face, “Leave the man alone. He can’t treat me if you bully him,Reyes.”

“He can,” Reyes contradicted her, but he lowered his voice so his tone wouldn’t cause more damage. He was terrified by the change in her pallor. Her already pale features had gone stark white and there was a blue tinge to her lips and fingernails indicating lack of blood flow. He turned to the doctor and said in a deadly quiet voice, “Fix herimmediately.”

The doctor sighed and moved toward the bed, his hands surprisingly steady considering he was decidedly nervous. He clearly knew exactly who he was dealing with, the Reyes cartel having built a ruthless but fair reputation among the locals. His voice was shaky as he spoke, betraying his nerves. “I can’t ‘fix’ yourgirlfriend…”

“Wife,” Reyes cut himoff.

Casey whimpered and they both looked down at her, the doctor with pity and Reyes with feral desperation. He continued to pace, every muscle in his body taut as he was forced to watch helplessly while his woman suffered. He could do nothing, torture no one, burn no cities to the ground to make herbetter.

“Right,” the doctor continued. “I can’t make your wife better, just more comfortable. Hopefully take some of this painaway.”

Reyes nearly reached for the man, but he restrained himself, knowing if he lost his temper he might end up murdering the man in their bedroom while Casey lay there suffering. She still needed a doctor and if he killed this one she would have to wait another forty-five minutes until Alejandro could fetch another one. Plus, word might get out that he was disposing of doctors and they could become reluctant to come to his compound. Not that he would allow their reluctance to stop him from collecting a physician, but he didn’t enjoy complications when it came to Casey’shealth.

He took a deep, calming breath, gritted his teeth and said in a polite voice, “Knock her the fuck out so she can’t feelanything.”

The doctor shook his head and pulled items out of his bag including an intravenous setup and vials of medication. “Can’t do it. She needs to remain conscious or in a naturalsleep.”

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