Page 85 of Queen Takes Checkmate
If only he knew that was the main reason I was here. To protect other women, but specifically, Mayte’s daughter.
I would die before I’d allow him to take another child from her mother and torture her, like he’d done to Vivian and countless others.
I’d even suck the giant dick he was so proud of, if that meant another woman would be spared. But it wasn’t going to come to that.
Shara fucking Isador loved sucking dick. But only the dicks she loved.
This bastard would rot in hell before I’d ever love him.
I paused, giving him another sly, playful look beneath my lashes as I slipped my right hand down over my pelvis. I watched his face as I slid my fingers deeper, stroking myself just enough to bloody my fingers.
Lightly, I trailed blood up over my stomach. His eyes burned blizzard-white. His mouth tightened in grim disapproval. His nose wrinkled, his lips turning down with disgust.
Though his dick surged toward me, seeking my bloody heat.
“Was Keisha breeding when you fucked her?” I whispered, sidling closer.
“No. I fucked her until she started breeding. I made her come into heat.”
“Did you taste that blood you made her shed for you?”
He closed his eyes in a one long, deliberate blink. He looked blind, his eyes completely white, but I was sure he saw everything. “A necessary evil for your kind, but nothing I would ever indulge in otherwise.”
“A pity,” I whispered, holding out my bloody fingers out toward Huitzilopochtli.
Braving Ra’s wrath, he lunged up and sucked my fingers into his mouth.
Ra was too disgusted to react. He stared at me, too appalled to even pretend otherwise. My actions had completely shaken the foundations of his world.
I tossed my head, throwing my hair back over my shoulders to stand proudly naked in front of God of All Things Light and Day.
But he was not the god of me.
I was darkness. I was chaos. I was death, destruction, and finally, rebirth. I carried the bloody proof between my thighs.
“Did you love her?”
He blinked again, dragging his gaze up from my pussy. “Why would I love a witch?”
“No, I meant did you love She Who Is and Always Will Be?”
He seized me by the throat, sealing my neck in liquid fire. My fangs shredded my lips, but I didn’t scream. I refused to give him the pleasure.
I was close enough now. I could use the serpent.
But it was trapped beneath his fist.
Don’t move, I whispered frantically to the snake in my flesh, hoping it would hear.Wait. I will get you free.
“She Who Lies and Cheats the Light of Day?” He roared, shaking me so hard that something popped in my back. “Why would I love her? She healed me, so she said, but then left me to fuck Osiris. The poison of her touch remains. She burns in me to this day!”
I couldn’t breathe, but I wasn’t panicked. Yet. The pain was terrible, yes, but not nearly as bad as what the vizier had done to my eyes. I had sense enough to shove my other hand between my legs, and then I wrapped bloody fingers around his cock.
He dropped me like I was the one burning him. I fell against his thigh and the throne, which sizzled against my skin like a branding iron. But I held on to his dick, refusing to let go.
Huitzilopochtli leaped to his feet and shoved both of his hands into the molten gold streaming down the pyramid wall. I could smell his flesh burning, but he didn’t howl with pain.
No.
