Page 102 of Crowned Queen (Blood Empire 2)

We kiss, messy and desperate, like we can't get enough of each other but also trying to punish the other for our past mistakes.

“You don't have any tattoos on your back do you?” I ask, a little breathy when we come up for air. I don't want to ruin any artwork.

“No,” he replies with confusion as he fucks me into the table.

“Good,” I say before I wrap my legs around him, trying to get as close to him as I can, and needing to feel his skin against mine as we kiss again. My nails dig into his skin as I claw down his back and he grunts into my mouth before biting my lip.

“Not so fun is it?” he asks, giving me a cocky look.I’ll show him fun.

With all my strength, I flip us, sending his big ass to the ground with a thump.

“For fuck’s sake,” he curses, giving me a death glare that quickly flares into hunger as I rock my hips.

“Be a good boy and shut up as I fuck you into the floor.” I smirk, as I start rocking some more. He moans my name, his eyes closing as I take my pleasure from him. Sweat clings to my body as my breathing starts to increase. All the verbal foreplay has got me on edge.

“Look at you, riding me like a good girl,” he groans, gripping my hips and thrusting into my movements.Good girl?Who the fuck does he think he’s talking to?I’m no fucking good girl.

“I. Said. Shut. The. Fuck. Up,” I growl back, slipping my dagger from its holster on my thigh and holding it to his neck. His eyes widen, remembering just who he’s fucking with, or should I say, who is fucking him.

Call me a sick fuck, but the fear in his eyes pushes me to the edge, knowing just how much control I will always have over these men. I toss the dagger to the side, not wanting to cut him as I claw at his chest while my orgasm rips through me. He watches me with fascination as I cream all over his cock, but I don’t scream his name like he wants.

That seems to set him off. He flips us and starts pounding into me, my back scraping against the carpet and burning with his every thrust. But I don't care. The look of this big, powerful man has me immobilized. A part of me wants to let him do whatever he wants in this moment, and that thought fucking terrifies me. He wouldn’t hurt me on purpose. I know this now.

He grabs my arms and holds them over my head, pinning them to the ground. My body is ready to switch into fight mode, and he sees the slight fear in my eyes.

“Trust me,” he pants as his hips slap against my ass, his cock rubbing against all the right places, preparing me for my next climax. “I know I haven’t earned it yet, and I have a lot to make up for, but in this moment, with just you and me, trust me. I will never hurt you, Harlow, and I will destroy anyone who does.” My eyes prick with tears seeing how true his words are from all the emotion shining in his own eyes. I say nothing, allowing my body to relax under him. “Just let me in. Give it all to me,” he whispers, peppering kisses on my face and down my neck before taking my nipple into his mouth. He licks, sucks, and fucks me until I'm a shaking mess beneath him. “Let go, Harlow. Let's do this together.”

I have no idea what's going on right now. There are so many things I wanna say. Like telling him to fuck off so I can take control of this situation like I do everything else. But I don't. I lock eyes with him, my cries of pleasure growing louder and louder as he grunts and curses, picking up the pace as he pushes us both over the edge.

We free fall together, both of us letting our ecstasy take over us. I scream his name so loud my voice cracks as he roars mine in my ear.

My body hums with electricity as he fills me with his cum, streams of his seed marking me as his. Making this, us, more real.

“Fat chance, hey?” he chuckles into my neck, the sound making my belly flutter. Or maybe it's an aftereffect of him murdering me with his dick.

“Fuck you.” I laugh.

“No, fuck you, and I just did that.” He grins against my neck, kissing the sensitive spot behind my ear, making me clench around his cock, getting a moan from him.

“Everyone alive down here?” Cass’s voice calls from the top of the stairs. “The fireworks are about to start.”

My eyes find the clock on the wall, and I see it's almost midnight already.

“Damn. I was so close to fucking you into the new year,” I say with a sigh.

“I’m pretty sure it was me who was doing the fucking,” Axel says, sitting up.

“From what we’ve heard, sounds like you both did the fucking. Now, I'm happy you made up and worked through your shit, but, brother, pull your cock out of her, so I can ring in the new year with my woman.”

Axel frowns as he pulls out of me. “Oh, cheer up,” I say, getting up off the ground and feeling a gush of his cum slide down my leg. “Just think. You can officially retire your right hand.” I wiggle my eyebrows before giggling at the look on his face and taking off into the bathroom.

I stand and look at myself in the mirror. My lips are puffy and red, there are handprints all over my body, and my hair is a fucking mess. Even with all that, I smile at myself, a sense of peace taking hold inside of me.I have them all now.Every person I ever loved, officially mine.

And I will make a customized Hell for anyone who tries to take this feeling away from me.

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