Page 36 of Broken Queen
Maybe it was because Hazard was like me. Maybe that was why I was both disgusted and intrigued by him. He had his own intentions, but so did I, and neither of us hid that from each other.
But even with that knowledge between us, he didn’t have to make me a crown. He knew I was going to help him find his sister’s killer. Eventually.
He made the crown because he wanted to.
He took the box from my hands, then moved me so that I was in front of the full-length mirror in my wardrobe. A sheer dress hung off of my shoulders like the long branches of a willow tree, and he placed the crown on top of my head.
“Look at that,” he said, digging his nails into my hips. A shudder rolled through me at that possessive gesture. “A fucking queen,” he murmured.
For a moment, I was glued to my reflection. The sheer dress made me look like I belonged in a fairytale, but I dimmed the lights and suddenly, I transformed into the villainess who had finally taken back her power. I had fought for so long, always one step away, just out of reach, that sometimes, I wondered if I would ever be able to get what I wanted.
But right then, staring at myself, the crown of rubies and teeth on my head, it was like stepping into myself.
For once, I wasn’t fighting for it. I had it all.
Hazard stepped away, returning with a scepter in the same style; gold strands worked through the black metal, ending in a giant ruby dotted with pearly molars.
“It’s not just Logan’s teeth, is it?” I asked.
“Had to go hunting for more,” Hazard said. “Funny what you can find with the right motivation.”
My chest swelled, and everything was light, like I was walking on air. Logan had never believed in me, and now, his teeth and who knows how many others’ teeth—living or dead—were on my scepter, displayed like prizes.
Hazard peered over my shoulder, looking at my reflection. His eyes traveled from the crown on my head down to my red toenails poking out of my heels.
“Fuck,” he muttered. He twisted me around until my back was against him and he held the scepter against my throat. The metal cut into my bones; he could snap my neck with a little more pressure, but he kept it right at that tight edge. His deep growl filled me, shaking through my chest like a beast in a cage. He released the scepter, spinning me around so that I faced him.
“I’m your fucking queen,” I howled, both turned on and enraged with power. “On your knees.”
He dropped down, then pulled up the layers of my dress, feasting on my pussy like a starved man. His warm lips and tongue enveloped me, sucking me into a timeless space. An emptiness filled my head, my brain transforming into mush as pleasure overwhelmed my senses. He grabbed me by the ass, forcing my legs over his shoulders, then moved me to the floor, lying on my back beneath him. He licked my folds until I vibrated with pleasure.
It was a never ending power shift with him; we were always swinging that balance back and forth, playing with each other until we knew we were ahead. But it was never unequal; it felt right. Like he was always ready to take his place by my side once we were done.
But I still had to fight him.
“Fuck,” I yelled. At those words, he pressed the scepter up to my neck. He leered down, his eyes wide and bloodshot, his crooked canine pointing us toward our dooms. I reached for his pants, thrusting my hips against him, desperate for anything he would give me. “Just—” I gasped, “—fuck—” I twisted my head and until my eyes landed back on his face, “—me!”
He lunged forward and mounted me, putting that scepter against my throat again. His cock impaled me as I choked, gasping for air. Every inch of his tattooed shaft hurt like hell. Stars flashed across my vision as the scepter pressed against my neck, making it so hard to breathe.
“Give it to me, you little slut,” Hazard shouted. “Come for me now!”
I suddenly came, bucking around him like a wild animal. Without wasting a second, he pulled out, tossed the scepter to the side, and my lungs swelled, desperate for air. He crawled over my body, then shoved his dick straight down my throat. Those sharp black lines swirling around his cock filled my vision as he pulsed inside of me, taking my breath away again. Replacing it with his come.
CHAPTER 11
Hazard
Days passed, but no matter how much work I put into that stupid private gym, an itch grew inside of me, the kind of nauseous sensation that grows into a disease whenever I stayed still. I get bored easily. I needed to find something to focus on. Somewhere to put that energy.
In truth, I had been watching Zira long before I shoved my dick in her mouth at that Masquerade. Without hearing her speak, I had taken her for a spoiled brat, the kind of woman you could ram your dick inside to shut the hell up. But there was so much more underneath that pretty surface. And my queen deserved more. A project for me to focus on. Another gift.
Toben Astor. That was his name. The Dentist. The creepy bastard who had pulled out all of Zira’s teeth. Idiot. You were supposed to worship women. They would bow so much more willingly when you treated them like the goddesses they are.
Once I had the new mirrors lined up on the walls so Daddy Bloom could watch himself sweat, I took a stroll to the other parts of the property. The estate manager for the banquet hall was instructing the landscapers on something—who knows what since the landscaping didn’t exactly move or change—but I motioned to him and he immediately took a break from his instruction.
“Can I help you?” he asked.
The estate manager had a long, thin nose, and his eyes reminded me of shiny black shoes. I liked him well enough. He had helped get me the job, and I hadn’t found a fault in him yet.
