Page 118 of A Deviant Queen

She cackles after emphasizing her words with air quotes.

“Desperate, and you’re using my brother to get to our father as a weak link. Doesn’t look good on you. What’s the matter, Officer? Need to swing your inadequate dick around and impress your bosses.”

I smirk, thinking back to only a few nights ago. “I remember your tear-stained face as you choked on it. Or is my memory not serving me correctly?”

The take no shit attitude Malia was giving me was making my more than adequate dick twitch. What she’s shown me in the past is only a watered-down version of what I’m seeing. Now it’s my turn to smirk. She might have caught me off guard, but my feet are steady again, and I won’t allow her to get under my skin.

I push off the door and close the distance. My long strides eat the ground in a matter of seconds. I stand close enough that our chests will touch if one of us inhales deep enough. Malia’s confident posture and expression doesn’t falter when I near her, bending down slightly to meet her face to face.

“Tell me. Did you get what you wanted? Information for the man who killed my parents. Who ripped my fucking family apart? My home, my goddamn weaknesses.”

Malia clenches her jaw, biting back her retort. She’s always fought at holding her tongue with me. Why even bother now?

“You have nothing to stand on with Donovan. You found out who the hidden daughter is. Time to let him go.”

She’s smart. I’ll give her that much.

I inch my face closer to hers. Malia’s breath ghosts my skin, and she narrows her eyes. The slight dilation in her pupils once again goes straight to my dick. I can’t miss the lust she’s unwillingly showing me.

“Maybe not. But you, Ms. Olin, have come into the police station raising all kinds of hell. Now that is enough for me to trade his spot for yours.”

I allow myself to look down at her plump lips, set in a firm line. Malia’s tongue swipes out and runs along her bottom lip. Challenging me to keep pressing.

“How does it make you feel?” she laughs softly, running her pointer finger down the planes of my chest. “You were nearly on your knees for your enemy’s daughter, wanting her to be yours.”

Malia flicks her heated gaze up at me. Both anger and desire are burning in her emerald depths. We stare at one another, each waiting for the other to strike.

My body vibrates with anger and betrayal. The power I had given her, the small pieces of myself I let her see, the hope I had allowed myself to feel for a future. I wanted her to wreck me, but I hadn’t expected it to be like this.

I was falling in love with this woman, and she was nothing more than a lie. Whatever she thinks she’s won. Malia won’t be leaving this room with any more power over me. The Omen won’t get the satisfaction of fucking with my life that easily.

The tension between us snaps, and I don’t know who moves first, but Malia's lips are on mine before I can think about what I’m doing. This isn’t tender. We’re not pouring our hearts out to each other with unspoken sweet words.

No.

This is primal, fueled by resentment, anger, and pure dominance.

Malia’s fingers claw at my shirt as we viciously kiss, bite, and suck. I clamp down hard on her wrists, yanking them away from my clothes and pinning them behind her back. Pressing my body against hers, I guide her to the mounted table in the room.

Malia pulls away from my kiss and bites my bottom lip, drawing blood. She licks at the wound as my cock strains painfully against my zipper. She wriggles to test the resistance with her arms still pinned at her lower back. Maybe it was all fake, but she got off on me taking control when I did.

I lean in, running my tongue along the shell of her ear as I grind my length against her.

“Tell me, princess,” I whisper. “How does it make you feel that you got on your knees for me? That you begged me for my cock.”

I pull back and smirk at the inferno in front of me. They might have bested me in the grand scheme of things, but I have a few victories myself. This woman doesn’t relinquish control easily. I saw the internal fight every single time. But still, I got under her skin and had her on her knees.

Malia Olin begged me to let her come, to fuck her. I saw the confusion and unease at my rejection, and it wasn’t from a failed mission. I won’t be the only one walking away from this a little more broken than before. Only this time, when we go our separate ways, we’ll be gunning for each other’s heads.

But not until I win this battle and reclaim what I gave to her.

Malia stiffens after I call her a princess, so I take advantage of the distraction and turn her around. She faces the table, and I press her down, pulling my handcuffs from my pocket and snapping them on one of her wrists, then securing it to the bar in the middle of the table.

She jerks her ass back, trying to push me off, so I curl in on her and wrap my hand around her throat, tugging her head to the side.

“You don’t get to watch me fuck you,” I growl. “You don’t get to look into my eyes as I come apart.”

Reaching out, I snatch her free hand and cuff it to a set already secured to the bar.

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