Page 70 of Born a Queen

"I will fuck you," he growled, using her words against her. "I will fuck you every day from here until one of us dies. That is the only way that you will ever escape me."

She glared up at him, her eyes an inch from his, his nose pressed against hers, her breath bursting from her lips in gasps as they stared at each other while her body reached for the heights of orgasm. This orgasm was different, nothing like the orgasms she’d given herself in the darkness of her own bedroom or the one Mateo had given her on the lawn behind the house.

This one was so much more intense, so much more out of her control. She was hurtling toward a gaping unknown and before she could stop herself, he shoved her over the edge. She cried out and sank her nails into his arms while flinging her head back into the mattress, her body as taut a bowstring as an orgasm ripped through her.

As she came, Mateo’s cock seemed to grow bigger inside her and she gasped at the discomfort. His thrusts became more frantic, more painful. And then he was finished, sperm shooting inside her unprotected body.

Mateo froze, staring down at her with his dark shuttered eyes. She stared back at him, shock freezing her as well. They had gone from having a decent friendship, to a shaky relationship status, to this.

"Get off me." Her voice was quiet but firm.

She was surprised when Mateo actually did climb off her and then off the bed. He stood up, his broad shoulders back, his head up. She saw turmoil in him, but she didn't see regret. She saw pride, determination, ruthlessness. This was the man who would become her husband. Not the gentle lover that she been gradually getting to know over the past few weeks.

She crawled off the bed and bent over to pick up her bikini bottoms, trying desperately not to feel the shame that was slowly washing over her like a wave. Tears pricked her eyes. She wasn't sure if they were tears of anger or tears of hurt. Either way he had done this to her and she hated him for it.

She pulled on the bottoms and then reached for her robe, shoving her arms through the holes and belting it tightly. Without a word, without a backwards glance, she left, walking out of the bunker and leaving him behind.

Mateo didn't stop her.

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