Page 27 of Broken Queen
His voice reverberated, gravelly and full, like a train coming down the tracks without any brakes. I bent my knees, lowering myself to the ground. His jeans brushed against my palms, damp with sweat and blood, his cock above my eye level. I wanted to taste the salty sweat on his skin. I met his gaze, then licked my lips.
“Happy?” I asked.
“Good girl,” he said.
Warmth flickered through me, but before I could react, he grabbed the ball of hair at the back of my head and pulled me to my feet. He shoved me over to the bed, forcing me to lie against the corpse, still warm, like clammy skin. He pressed his lips to mine, forcing his tongue inside, and I dug my nails into his back. Bit his tongue. Tried to make him bleed for me too. He groaned and I wrapped my legs around him like a mantis finished fucking her mate. Hazard didn’t have to carve out Logan’s heart; that had been a bonus, and yet seeing that impulse rock inside of him made my body pulse too. It was all about power. Hazard took what he wanted. He could even force me to submit to his desires if he wanted, but instead, he chose to impress me with his own demented gestures.
But I still wanted more.
He grabbed my ass, hoisting me up onto the bed, lying me down on my back. He pulled up my dress, yanking it over my shoulders, and by the time his jeans were off, I rolled the two of us until Hazard was lying on his back, on top of the corpse. My late husband’s uncomplicated eyes focused on the ceiling, but Hazard’s bloodshot eyes burned into me.
I put my hands on Hazard’s chest, exactly where he had carved out Logan’s heart. I held my breath, the subtlest vibrations of Hazard’s heart under my palm. Bump, bump. Bump, bump. Bump, bump. Steady as a drum, lulling me deeper into the dream.
“Tell me you did it for me,” I said. My pussy throbbed, and I rubbed my wet slit over his hard shaft, back and forth across his length, the sensation rolling through me, teasing both of us with it. “Lie to me. Say you did it because you wanted to please me. Because you don’t care about anyone or anything else. You just wanted to fuck me and so you had to kill him.”
“It was my only choice, my queen,” Hazard rasped, his hips bucking, his cock twitched against my folds. “It’s all for you. I killed him because he was in our way. He didn’t understand what he was missing, and I’m not going to let anyone take you for granted. All I could think about,” he groaned, his guttural vibrations rocking through us, “all I wanted, all I needed, is my dick so deep inside of you that it knocked against your rib cage. And I refuse to let a little bitch like him get in my way.” A howl erupted through his chest, making every part of my body tense with need. “Now, fuck me, you little slut.”
I lifted my hips, my lips open as I slid myself down, down, down, his long length stretching me out, hitting my cervix. God—he was so long and hard, it was like impaling myself on a spear. I clenched around him, my eyes watering.
“All for me,” I said. “All for me. For me. For me.”
“Everything is for you, my queen.”
My mind clutched at those words. For a second, I let that fantasy roll over me, pretending neither of us had other intentions. Because for once in my life, even if it was solely inside of this fucked up fantasy, someone wanted me. Just me. Not my teeth. Not a sacrifice. Not a good wife who sat back and watched. But me. His queen. Hazard was willing to kill for me, and fucked me like he needed my pussy or he’d die.
I rode his dick back and forth as he rocked my hips, my clit rubbing against his lower stomach. Heat flushed my cheeks and as my pussy constricted around him, nearing that abyss. His cock stabbed inside of me, pushing me over that edge.
“Give me that face,” he growled. “Show me what it’s like to make a queen come undone. Show me what a whore you are. Show me you couldn’t wait for my dick to tear you apart.”
I gasped, every muscle in my body twitching, closing up around him as the pleasure swept through me like an endless wave. He grabbed me by the hips, guiding me, making me ride him like a jackhammer until the pleasure subsided and every inch of my body was sensitive again. But he didn’t stop. He whipped me around, forcing me to bend over the top of the corpse as he slammed into me from behind.
“Look at what you made me do,” he growled. “It’s all for you, my queen.”
He pulled my hair and I loved every second of it. To be with a man who took what he wanted. Who did whatever the fuck he wanted. Who didn’t care about what I felt, because he wanted me. All for himself.
He pulled out, his come erupting on my back in hot ropes of pleasure. I swiped my hand across my skin, gathering as much as I could, then I licked my palm, letting his come smear across my face. I stared at him, my expression full of bliss.
I rested on the edge of the mattress, my fingers brushing against the corpse. Hazard’s gaze seared into me.
“You did that to gain my trust,” I said. “To gain power over me so that I would owe you. Didn’t you?”
It wasn’t a question, but an acknowledgment that everything we had said while our minds were controlled by carnal lust was just a game. A genuine smile painted my lips, full of amusement. I liked the lies, pretending that this was only about our need to fuck each other, but I liked the truth more. It meant Hazard had a mind of his own, just like I did. We were two of a kind in that way. I should have been more cautious around him, but right then, I wanted to fuck him again. To show him that he had won some power over me, and rightfully so.
“Tell me, my queen,” he smirked. “Is it working?”
CHAPTER 9
Hazard
The property’s exterior lighting shined through the sliding glass doors, illuminating Zira’s smirk in their harsh glow. Death and sex permeated the air, and both of us were streaked in blood and come.
But I still wanted to devour every inch of Zira.
“You gained something,” she said, her tongue flicking over her lips. A sliver of irritation simmered in my throat, but I buried it down, because her response, as annoying as it was, was also admirable in its own right. Kill her husband, and yet the queen still believed she deserved more. “I could tell my father about what you did,” she said, flirtation filling her tone. “It wouldn’t end well for you.”
I chuckled. She wanted to play pretend?
“But you won’t,” I said.
