Page 36 of The Kings
“I was waiting for you to speak up, ask us to cover your flank, anything. But you didn’t. You dived straight into the pit with no thought for yourself or us.” He rises, absolutely furious. “Andyou…” He points to me. “You knew about this, didn’t you? It was from the other night when you two decided to go off on your own.”
“I knew,” I reply steadily as Eliza hisses like a snake. “I also knew it wasn’t bad. It’s already healing. It’s a mild inconvenience, not a stop dead, she’s dying wound.”
“Fuck,” Raph snarls. “It makes no difference. All of us could’ve been dealt a much worse hand because of this.”
“Thenwhydidn’t you mention it earlier?” Eliza growls, her tits swinging as she rounds on him, hands on hips, completely naked and glorious.
“I already told you.”
“And yet you let us carry on as normal, so what’s the big deal?”
“No, I didn’t. I manoeuvred you all into the positions I wanted you. Didn’t you even notice I was covering your left side?” He runs his hand through his hair in frustration.
I sigh and slump my shoulders. This was going to be such a promising night, and now it’s all shot to hell by Raph beinga cock who couldn’t wait to criticise her for not disclosing an injury.
“I don’t need covering,” she snaps. “How dare you assume anything about me!”
Raph’s jaw clenches, his anger rising, but there’s something else—a fierce protectiveness. “The hell you don’t. We all cover each other’s backs in this. That’s how we survive, Eliza. You’re not invincible, and neither are we. Play it smart or don’t play.”
She steps forward, closing the distance between them, her green eyes blazing. “No, I’m not invincible,” she concedes with a tilt of her head. “But I’m also not some damsel that needs coddling. We’ve all taken hits before; we lick our wounds and move on. I know when I’m compromised, so do you see me complaining or favouring my side? Hmm? Do you?” She is as livid as Raph, and I’m just standing here with my dick in my hand while they fight.
“Maybe you’re just a good actress,” he sneers. “I won’t tolerate this kind of shit in my crew, Eliza.”
“Yourcrew?” she asks incredulously. “Fuck you, asshole.”
She spins to march towards the en-suite bathroom, but Raph grabs her arm and turns her harshly.
“Raph!” I snap, stepping forward to cool this shit down.
“Let go of me, you fucking prick,” Eliza hisses, her body tensing for a fight.
“Not a chance. You’re going to listen up, little killer, and you’re going to listen up good. If youeverpull a stunt like this again, I will make sure you fail here, and I will make sure your dad knows why. Are we fucking clear?”
No one moves.
The only sound is Eliza’s furious breathing. I watch her. She hasn’t backed down, but nor is she fighting him. He has made a threat worse than death for her, but her pride is still simmering under the surface.
“How dare you,” she grits out.
“How dareyou.”
“Enough,” I bark, but they both ignore me.
Raphael tightens his grip on her and turns her to face away from him before he shoves her up against the wall. He grips her upper arms tightly as her cheek presses against the smooth surface.
She struggles, and part of me wants to kick Raph’s ass for hurting her, but the bigger, darker, more deviant part of me is enjoying this now. My cock is rock-hard, and I want to see how far he pushes her.
“Do you need me to spank you, little killer, or are you going to agree never to do this again?” Raph whispers in her ear.
I cross over to the bed and watch this. It’s an epic taming of the Queen, and I will treasure this moment for a long time to come.
Eliza struggles but remains quiet, clenching her jaw tightly.
Raph slides his hands down her arms, gripping her wrists tightly as he draws her arms behind her. Pressing his body tightly to hers, he undoes his pants with one hand while maintaining his grip on the wriggling Queen in his grip. He kicks her legs apart, and my breath hitches as she stills, her eyes like ice as she glares at me.
But still, I don’t move. My hand is aching to grab my cock and jerk off while I watch this scene unfold, but I daren’t move.
“Answer me, little killer, or do you need me to punish you?” Raph whispers in her ear.
