Page 37 of Queen's Move

“Do it,” he snarled against her neck, reading her mind.

“What?” she gasped, and then yelled as his fingers finally found her. Finally touched her aching centre, the part of her that begged him, needed him, wept for him. She could barely think as he slid a finger into her snug passage, burying it deep.

“Pull the fucking trigger, Vee,” he snarled. “It’s the only way we end this marriage.”

She barely had a chance to blink, to breathe, and he was removing his finger, unzipping himself and plunging inside her. She grabbed hold of him, crying out at the suddenness of his invasion. There was no finesse, no warning. One moment he was touching her and the next he was fucking her, his thick, hot cock, driving into her body.

“Oh god!” she yelled as her body fought to accept his length. It had been years since she’d done this, years since she’d been penetrated. She wasn’t expecting the pressure, the almost painful, but definitely blissful feeling of being filled.

Instead of allowing her time to adjust he gripped her hips and yanked her off the counter, forcing her further onto his cock. Pain and pleasure slammed through her, leaving her dizzy and breathless. She gripped his shoulders and wrapped her legs around him. He held her tight against his body, his arms around her back and waist, his face buried between her neck and shoulder.

“Heaven,” he mumbled against her.

Then he dropped them to the floor, so suddenly, that Vee shrieked and clung even tighter. He lowered her gently the rest of the way, one hand cupping the back of her head before laying her on the floor. He was taking more control thrusting deeper into her. His big body dominated hers, pinning her to the floor in the small space, not allowing her any room for movement. She had a bare second to prepare before he was slamming his hips against hers, knocking her back into the floor.

His powerful thrusts, with his frenzied passion, called to her, released her need for control. She lifted her hips accepting every thrust, feeling the intense build of sensations. She screamed as she came, throwing her arms wide and smashing the gun into the side of the bathtub. She was glad that it didn’t go off. A bullet hitting marble would ricochet.

Her orgasm continued to flow through her and she flew higher as he continued to pump into her, gripping her hips in a bruising hold so he could penetrate deeper and deeper. She could feel her wetness spilling, trickling from her as he hit every good thing within her pussy, lighting her up, igniting the blood flowing fast and hard through her veins.

His movements grew uneven, his cock becoming bigger within her. She knew he was close to coming. She reached up, wrapping her arms and legs around him, wanting to be as close as physically possible to the man that had dug something out of her she hadn’t thought possible. Perhaps he sensed her need for closeness. He pulled her up against his chest and held her tight, his heart pounding against her ear where he pressed her head against his body.

He grunted her name as he came, his lips against the top of her head. She felt the rush of his seed as it spilled into her body. Intense emotion swamped her and she couldn’t hold back the tear that slipped from her closed eyelids.

He didn’t release her, as she thought he might when he was finished. Instead, he continued to hold her close, his cock still buried within her, connecting them. Her breath was ragged against his chest, her lips pressed against the skin over his heart.

“Vee,” he whispered.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Vee dropped the gun, cringing a little as it hit the tiled floor. She hadn’t meant to, but her fingers were numb where she’d been holding it so tight. The bang as it hit the floor brought them both out of the moment. Sotza lifted his shoulders and gently set Vee away from him, his penis pulling from her body. She gasped and closed her knees. He picked up the gun, gave it a quick look over before placing it back on the counter.

“Loaded,” he observed blandly.

Vee had to bite her tongue not to laugh out loud. The most inappropriate responses running through her head. Did he mean, loaded like she wanted to be, so she could deal with the awkward aftermath of whatever the hell that encounter was? Or maybe he meant, loaded like his incredible magical cock.

Instead she bit back the grin that threatened and replied, “Of course, my weapons are always ready to fire.”

He studied her for a moment, his lip lifting in a semi-smile, as though he was reading her mind. He glanced around the tight space where they’d managed to consummate their marriage. “My apologies, this is not exactly what I had in mind.”

“Roses and lingerie?” Vee asked, pulling herself up against the side of the tub and trying to cover her naked front with the tatters of her golden gown.

“And non-alcoholic champagne, of course,” he replied, helping her up.

Vee peeked past him, into the bedroom. “I don’t see any of that stuff.”

Sotza nodded gravely and stood, tucking himself back into his pants. This was the most undone she’d seen him. The tails of his shirt were out, his belt was unbuckled, the buttons of his vest were all missing. Yet, he looked incredible. Just as good, if not better, then when he was fully suited and in control. This version of Sotza looked like a pirate, or a conqueror. Like a man that got down and dirty in the trenches and came out on top no matter what.

“I suppose I’ll have to interrogate the staff, find out who messed up on the flowers,” he said thoughtfully.

Vee laughed. “Rumour has it, few survive your brand of interrogation. You won’t have anyone left if you start picking on the staff.”

He pretended to think over her words. “True,” he agreed. “What does the lady of the house think we should do, if not torture?”

Vee opened her mouth, but it took a moment for her to absorb what he said.Lady of the house. She was. She was the lady of several houses, a lot of land, people, an entire organization. The thought was mind-boggling. She’d gone from her small slice of the East coast to standing at the side of a man that ruled an entire country.

“She thinks,” Vee said, her voice a little wispy as she fought her confused emotions, “that we should serve ourselves if we want something. We’re adults. We don’t need servants for every little thing.”

Sotza studied her seriously. He nodded slowly and stood, taking her hand in his and pulling her up against his side. “I knew you would make a wise queen.”

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