Page 39 of Broken Queen
“What do you think?” she asked, inspecting Toben’s ankles wrapped in thick rope. Then she scanned back down to his shiny, round head, a few inches off of the floor. “The belly? Is that a good place to do it?”
Glee spread across my face. The queen wanted my opinion.
“Don’t let me influence your artistry,” I said. “Go for your impulses, love.”
His dick hung like a sad little mole tucked inside of a burrow. Using the knife, she poked the head of his cock, then the balls, then the flaccid shaft—little pinpricks of blood pooling on the surface of his skin—until he finally woke up and stirred.
“How many sets of women’s teeth did you end up taking?” she asked.
“I—” he stammered. “I-I don’t know! Please!”
She stabbed right at his navel, then pulled the blade toward his chest, digging through his belly until blood pooled from his stomach. He twitched—one last jerk to try and stop the madness—but then he stopped; the last sways of his body like a metal bell finally quiet above a church. His intestines spilled out, a long string of sausages slopping onto the floor. Blood smeared Zira’s hands and arms, and she smiled widely, like a demon. My queen had found her power; all she needed was that crown of rubies and teeth.
After being thrown in the shadows for years upon years, she was finally taking back her throne.
Her hands trembled, her lips parted in excitement. I was right; my queen liked getting her hands dirty. She didn’t play by dearest daddy’s little rules. She played by mine. My chest expanded, pride filling me up.
Zira was mine now.
“How does it feel?” I asked. Lust filled my head, making me tingle and itch for her body in my hands. I wanted to soak each other in his blood and fuck like rabbits until we both passed out. Zira’s mouth hung open as she gazed at me. I kept my distance, wanting her to relish in that first kill, to experience everything it had to give her: power, lust, freedom. Toben’s blood dripped onto the carpet like the tap-tap-tap like a leaking roof.
You could say the Dentist’s death was premeditated murder, but considering what he had done to her years ago, I personally thought it was self defense. It just took her years to finally get it.
In reality, there was something beautifully fucked up in the gift of it all. A gift I had given to her, just to help her break free of that cocoon once and for all.
“I want to fuck you,” she breathed.
With those words, I raced forward and she jumped up, latching onto me, her legs wrapped around my back as I gripped her ass. Our mouths pressed together like blazing cinders of a fire, and I tasted every crevice of her mouth. Those perfect fake teeth. Her soft tongue. Her smooth cheeks. Her moist insides velvet and melodically smooth, like a siren’s song, calling me down towards the endless depths of the ocean. The blood was warm on her skin, drowning me in her heat. Eager to touch her, I peeled her dress away, exposing her in all of her glory, spots of red dotting her skin.
“You killed him, like I knew you would,” I growled. “You’re so hot, Zira. Hotter than anyone in this fucking world.”
“You just like violence,” she teased, a smirk on her lips. But that irritated me. I did like violence. It was one of my favorite indulgences.
But when it came to Zira, it was far more than that.
I ripped off my button-up shirt, letting the buttons fly to the ground, and Zira tilted her head. Then I shoved down my pants and boxers until I was naked too, blazing down at her like a predator, ready to rip his rival apart. Grabbing her hips, I lowered us down until she was lying on her back in a carpet-soaked pool of the Dentist’s blood. Gazing up at me with dreamy blue eyes, she painted my stomach, her hands sliding against me, smearing me in blood. Lying in that crimson puddle, she looked like a killer queen. My dick twitched, raging to dive inside of her cunt.
Because she was my killer queen.
“Every day, you live your perfect life,” I growled, my words low and gravelly. “Strutting around the grounds like a queen in disguise, walking among the commoners. Pulling the puppet strings even when you know your stupid ass father doesn’t see your brilliance. I don’t know what the fuck it is that you want so badly with his secret society, but I do know that I jerk off every chance I get, leaving my seed in the walls of your father’s house to show him how much of a dumb ass he is for not seeing everything you’re capable of.” I breathed down her neck, the metallic scent of blood mixing with her sweetness. My dick ached. “So no, Zira. I don’t ‘just like violence.’ You’re a fucking enigma, and you’ve caught me in your trap.”
With one quick thrust, I penetrated her to the hilt. Covered in blood, like a true nightmare, Zira cried out, wailing like a monster and I let my desire for her wash away my other emotions, because right then, I only wanted my queen. My fucking queen.
“Tell me what it feels like,” I demanded with each painful thrust, stabbing into her cervix. Headlights shone through the sheer blinds, reflecting like fireflies on the blood-soaked carpet, but we kept going, not caring who heard us. Not even as another set of lights joined the first.
“You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” she screamed. “And you are the most frustrating, and captivating?—”
A fist banged on the front door like thunder.
“Open up,” a loud voice said. “This is Marked Blooms Syndicate’s soldiers. We know you’re in there.”
Soldiers? I flinched, stopping my hips. “The fuck?” I asked.
Zira put a finger to her lips.
“We know you have Toben Astor in there,” the man said. “We know you’ve taken Zira Bloom hostage.”
Zira stifled a giggle. “Hostage?” she whispered.
