Page 15 of The Queen
“You’re going to remember this lesson, aren’t you, sweet girl?” I taunt her as I pull out the knife and plunge it back in, savouring the slick sound it makes each time. “You’ll never run off on us again.”
Eliza’s reply is a strangled whimper as Raph pinches her nipple harder, and she arches into the pain like it’s sweet relief.
Slowly pulling the knife out, I see her flinch in anticipation of what’s coming next.
My cock is hard again—aching to be inside her—and this time, I won’t hold back. Spreading her legs wider, I guide my cock to her dripping cunt and thrust in hard, burying myself to the hilt in one smooth motion.
Eliza cries out—a sound so full of raw need that it nearly sends me over the edge. But I steady myself, focusing on the power of holding back, controlling both her pleasure and my own.
I fuck her hard and deep, the bed bouncing underneath us.
Raph watches, stroking his cock back to life. “She’s a fucking Queen.”
“Our Queen.”
I reach down to toy with her clit, rolling it between my fingers until she’s gasping, her body begging for the release she’s been denied too long. Her pussy clenches around my cock with every stroke, drawing me in deeper.
“Do you want to come?” I pant, hoping she says yes now. I need to feel her cunt clutch my cock like it’s the only thing left in her world.
“Please,” she whimpers, her pride abandoned in favour of her desperate need.
“Fuck, yes,” I rasp and lean down to bite her shoulder hard enough to leave a mark as I give one final brutal thrust and let her spiral into orgasm beneath me. Her scream fills the room as she comes undone, waves of pleasure crashing over her relentlessly.
As she convulses around me, I lose myself in her, climaxing with a long, drawn-out groan that echoes hers. Her cunt clenches around me, milking every drop of cum I have left.
“I love you,” I murmur, and she turns her head to smile up at me but doesn’t reply. It’s pure, possessive love that runs as deep as the family business we’re all entangled in. “I love you more than anything, Eliza, but don’t you ever run from us again. If you do, we’ll lock you away where you can’t escape.” I pull back to meet her gaze, ensuring she sees the sincerity and the warning in my eyes. “Understood?”
“Understood,” she breathes out, her green eyes locking onto mine, the defiance and fire in them undimmed by the intensity of this lesson Raphael and I have taught her. But that is one reason of many why I love her, crave her, need her to take my next breath. She is unbreakable, even in surrender.
9
ELIZA
“You sure you’reup for this?” Raphael murmurs in my ear as he escorts me across campus, my thighs still trembling from the punishment earlier.
“Always. Got grades to maintain.”
“Do you really think there’s going to be lectures today?” he asks, pulling back and accepting I’m fine, even if my ass is a bit sore from Tarquin’s spanks.Man, that guy has got a hand on him.I rub it unconsciously, making Raph snicker at my discomfort. Asshole.
“Looks like,” I say, pointing to the quad where some Professors are lined up, instructing students where to go if the lecture halls are compromised.
“Great,” he grumbles, running a hand through his hair.
“Where was Oliver earlier?” I ask the burning question. Due to his absence, I still haven’t mentioned the tunnel or the book.
“His family run a racket in the next town over. He was collecting.”
“Oh.” How come he gets the fun jobs, and I’m stuck here dealing with this shit?
When we reach the near side of the quad and find out where we’re meant to be headed, the Professors disperse, leaving Raph and me to be confronted by a bunch of angry students.
“Trouble finds me no matter where I go.”
Their accusations fly fast and furious.
“Hughes, you think because of your family, you can do whatever you want? Everyone knows your family is behind it!” Someone I’ve never seen before spits out at me.
I roll my eyes, my patience threadbare. “Don’t be a dick all your life, and don’t talk about shit you know nothing about.”
