Page 96 of Crowned Queen (Blood Empire 2)

“You too.”

“Oh, we will.” I grin before turning around and heading for the door that leads down to my showroom. The guys follow behind, and I preen at the fact that I have a group of powerful men that have my back. I include Axel, because even though, more times than not, I want to stab him, he’s not fooling anyone with how he feels about me.

“What a wonderful way to start the new year, if I do say so myself,” I say, excitement clear in my voice as my body hums with anticipation. The man's head jerks up at the sound of my voice as we step into the room. His eyes widen in horror as he takes all of us in, then the table of toys laid out next to him. His pleading is muffled behind his gag, and Neo laughs at his pathetic attempt to change our minds. It’s just a waste of his breath and energy because he's not making it into the new year.

“Making it rain blood as we rein in the new year, I like it,” Neo says, bouncing over to the table. “So, what should we play with first?”

“It’s not New Years without some fire sparklers,” I say, smiling as I pick up a sparkler from the table. “A light, my Pet?” I ask Neo.

He pulls a lighter from his pocket and lights it up. It starts to spark immediately, and I quickly get entranced by the glow.

“It’s pretty, isn't it?” I ask the man while I crouch down and place the sparkler between us, angling it closer to his face. He starts to cry out against his gag as the sparks burn his face. “It reminds me of hundreds of shooting stars exploding from one.” I let it burn until it dies out, the last spark evaporating in the air. His face is red and irritated now, his eyes streaming with tears.

“When you woke up this morning, did you think to yourself,‘I’m gonna go for a walk, and find a random girl to rape?’Because dude, that is not the vibe you should have been going for for the new year. New years are about making yourself better and creating a new you. And trust me, no one likes a rapist.”

My hand trails down my thigh, stopping when I feel the handle of my dagger. I slip it free and bring it up to admire myself in the reflection of the shiny blade.

“Wanna know the first thought in my head when I woke up? Blood. And if I was going to get to spill any. Life’s been pretty busy these days, and I oh so missed finding some friends to play with.” I take the blade and drag it across his cheek, adding a bit of pressure so it slices a thin line as I go. “Do you wanna be my friend?” I giggle. “Because I think we can have loads of fun.”

“I wanna play too,” Neo chimes in behind me.

“Why of course, my Pet. No one gets left out,” I tell him before looking back at the soon-to-be-dead man. “You wanna know what my favorite subject was in school?” I ask, slicing the perv’s shirt open. “Art. I loved to draw and paint, all sorts of things. And look at this, I have a nice blank canvas to work with.” I look up at Neo asking, “What should I draw, my Pet?”

“A dick,” he snorts.

I just roll my eyes. “You know, I used to always draw the same thing on my books. Every new one I got,” I say while I start to carve up his chest. “A tree. But not just any tree. It was dead; no leaves growing on it anymore. It just sits there, all eerie and isolated from the world. I wondered if it represented my soul, you know? But it also had this beauty to it. The way the branches would arch out of the trunk, all twisty and unique.” The man is sobbing, screaming out in pain instead of the need to be free like before. His sounds overpower my story. Lucky for him, I was done. “It’s been years since I drew it. I always thought there was something missing, and now I know. Blood.”

Blood drips down his chest making it look like the tree itself was bleeding. “Stunning, isn't it?” I ask the man, but he can't see it. He can't see anything as he squeezes his eyes shut in agony. But, just because I was done with him, doesn't mean the night is over with.

“Pet, would you like to do some art too?” I ask.

“It would be my pleasure, Mistress,” he responds, looking at me with starving eyes. “And I have the perfect idea for this art project.” Neo grabs the scalpel and comes to stand in front of the guy. “Alright,” he says, cocking his head to the side as he assesses what he’s working with. “Ah. I know,” he says, with a laugh. Neo steps up to the guy, and whatever he does has the man howling in pain. “Got your nose,” Neo says in a playful tone and holds up the man’s fucking nose. Blood is pouring down the dude’s face. “Queenie, look, it’s Voldemort,” Neo snickers. “Pervert from the park, the man who lived and came to die,” Neo says, attempting to do a Voldemort impression, but failing.But A for effort.He waves the scalpel like a wand as he butchers the words to the spell that Voldemort uses. I snort a laugh, grinning like a fool as I watch a piece of my heart enjoying himself. He looks like a kid playing with his favorite toy. Seeing the joy on his face as he starts to hack away at this guy’s face makes my heart stutter.

I back away and let Neo do his own thing, whatever that is. I just stand there and wait, not being able to see anything as Neo blocks my view. The screams from the man die off halfway through, and I’m not sure if it's because he's passed out or dead from the blood loss. “There. All done,” he says. Shock has my eyes enlarging when I see what he did. The guy's ear is sewn to where his lips should be. His other ear is now located where his nose once was, and his lips replace the spot where his ears had been. I guess he didn't have a place to put the nose because he sewed it to his cheek. “It’s like he's a real-life Mr. Potato Head.” Neo beams at me, proud of his work. “Oh! He looks like a Picasso painting.”

Dean snorts from behind me, and I turn back to see the others watching. Cass is staring at the man with a grimace. Axel looks like he's actually admiring Neo’s work, while Dean just has a big smile on his face.

“What's so funny?” I ask, stepping up to him. “I think he did a wonderful job.”

“Oh, I agree. You both made some masterpieces for sure. I just find it cute how the two of you get so excited.” He grins down at me making my belly flip and my pussy ache for his cock.

“Wanna know what else is cute?” I happily sigh, running my finger down his chest.

“What?” he growls, his eyes heavy with lust.

“My orgasm face when I’m cumming on your fat cock.”

He lets out another growl before slamming his lips against mine. Our kisses are bruising and hot as we stumble our way to my throne that’s on the other side of the room. I push him down on the chair, breaking our kiss, my chest heaving as I straddle his lap.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” Dean growls, grabbing the back of my head to pull me in for another bruising kiss. “I need you,” he says, his eyes frantic with need.

“Then have me,” my voice seductive as I make work of his pants, freeing his cock. “Let me take you on my throne. Officially become my king.” Bunching the skirt of my dress up and out of the way, I pull my panties to the side. As I line the head of his thick, swollen cock to the entrance of my dripping pussy; we lock eyes. Love, passion, pain, understanding, and so much more pass between us as I impale myself on his cock.

His eyes shutter close, mouth parting as he lets out a ragged groan. “Fuck,” he pants. “So fucking good. So wet.”

Gripping his shoulders, I start to ride him, immediately closing my eyes and moaning his name as the feeling of ecstasy overtakes me. I’m so wound up, and the way he looks at me, I know it won't take me long. It never does with these guys.

Sex is different with him. It’s on another level. It’s so intense that it terrifies my soul, and at the same time, it soothes every scar from my past.

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