Page 55 of The Broken Queen
My mouth twitched with a smirk. “You were sleeping.”
“I’m not sleeping right now.” She tilted her head with a tiny, flirtatious smile.
Something stirred deep in my stomach at her words. Fear kept creeping in regarding her only wanting King, how she might just want to let me go, or only use me if she was craving two of us at once. But me by myself?
I had assumed she was okay with just passing on what I’d suggested last night due to her emotions being high.
“Are you saying you want me to make a mess inside you right now, Elvis?”
She bit her lip and glanced over my shoulder where the barn was. Kingston’s stuff was still inside, all packed up for the departure he never took. He’d kill me if we fucked on his bed, or invaded his space like that.
I stepped around the table and pulled her into my arms, sweeping her feet from the ground. “Come on then, Elvis. Let’s go make a mess.”
Chapter 20
Presley
There, buried in my heart, was a wound that I refused to acknowledge.
I knew exactly what I was doing, and I wasn’t too proud to do it. Every waking moment that I wasn’t distracting myself in some way was riddled with thoughts about Adrian, about Scotty’s betrayal. I couldn’t even enjoy the fact that I had the twins back in my life because my heart was heavy with worry.
I knew it was some form of grief. I just couldn’t pinpoint which thing was causing me so much heartbreak. Was it the murder I’d been forced to commit? The blood on my hands due to my proximity to Adrian, or the fact that my entire childhood had been made up of strings, tugged and knotted by Scotty’s fingers.
Each time I toiled with the answer, I’d feel despair, and all I’d want to do was sink into a ball and cry.
I was so fucking angry.
The twins offered an outlet for me that I wasn’t too proud to take advantage of. They owed me this distraction after taking my virginity as if it were merely a trading card they stole and wanted tobrag about. They owed me for breaking me too many times to even count.
So as Gio carried me into the barn, I reveled in it.
The doors closed behind us with a kick from Gio’s boot, and he continued toward the bed. Gio laid me down gently on the cool covers, and I hated how gentle he was. I needed there to be a disconnection between us, like there was with Kingston last night, when I had slapped him multiple times and he’d taken me rough after prying secrets from me.
Gio’s lips were on mine seconds later, but he moved down my body quickly, removing clothing as he went. My shirt went, then my bra and jeans, until I was just in my underwear. His fingers moved over my pubic bone and slowly over the fabric of my thong.
“Did you ever clean up the mess my brother made last night?” he asked with a husky voice. He wore a band T-shirt with threadbare jeans and unlaced boots. The way the graying sky spilled in through the small window above the barn loft made his eyes a silver blue. That wound deep in my heart throbbed with an itch to run my fingers through his hair and trace his jaw. I wanted to ask how these months have treated him. How he fared after the humbling experience with his aunt, and how he was forced to heel.
Instead, I ignored my pain and spread my legs. “I didn’t.”
His fingers hooked under the thin band at my hipbone. “Filthy, Elvis. Such a filthy, fucking mess.” He pressed a kiss to my stomach and then my belly button.
“Well, you aren’t getting your cunt licked then, because I’m not touching my brother’s cum. But why don’t you get my cock nice and ready to make that mess inside you.”
My thighs clenched tightly together at his command. He stepped back, tugging his shirt over his head, then unfastening his jeans so they parted, revealing his black boxers.
Curling my fingers around the band at his waist, I tugged it down until his swollen length popped free. Tan with a purple hue, his length had protruding veins along the long shaft. He was alreadyweeping at the tip as I ran my thumb over him. Without wasting any more time, I wrapped my fist around his thick base and leaned closer to allow him to skim over my tongue.
My eyes flew up as I watched Gio groan and tilt his hips forward, which had him sliding deeper inside my mouth. Gagging the smallest amount, I started to pull back only to have Gio hold my head in place. He then slowly fucked my throat. “So good, Elvis.”
My eyes watered as they tried to connect with his, but his head was tipped back as satisfied moans erupted from him. It encouraged me to hold him tighter while moving my mouth over him. I sucked and licked, and with each pass, he’d pull me closer, suffocating me only to release and pull out of my mouth completely.
“Seems like you’re already making a mess, Elvis.” His thumb swiped at some spit that remained after he’d pulled out.
“I want you to bounce on my cock while you face the door.”
He was doing this on purpose, but I had a feeling Gio had watched Kingston and me last night, so whatever game the twins were playing, I didn’t mind being at the center of it.
Standing from the bed, I waited for Gio to sit, and then I settled between his spread thighs. His fingers pushed my thong to the side as he pulled me down onto his slick length. The adjustment was slow at first, the spreading of his heavy cock inside my tight center, but I eased onto it. Gio was bigger than Kingston by a marginal amount; it made sucking his dick a lot of work, but when he stretched my ass or pussy, it was a bit of an adjustment.
