Page 70 of Savage Queen (Blood Empire 3)

I’m free falling into the abyss for this woman. She owns me, every inch of me belongs to every inch of her.

Finally, she stops her teasing and starts to work me over like it's her life's mission to make me cum down her throat.

“Fuck’s sake,” I moan, lacing my fingers into her hair. I don’t take control, enjoying giving just a little bit of it up to her in this moment. She feels amazing, so slick and hot. Her tongue laps at the tip before she takes me back down, over and over again. Both her mouth and hand work me, but when her other hand cups my balls, rolling them in her palm before giving them the smallest squeeze, I can’t hold back anymore.

One of my hands is fisted so tight my nails are digging into my skin while the other is gripping her hair enough to make her moan from the sting. I thrust into her mouth until my legs lock up, and I’m cumming so fucking hard that I see stars explode behind my eyes.

Jet after jet shoots down her throat, and she swallows it all down. The moan she gives me as she does it has me cumming just a little longer.

“So fucking perfect,” I breathe as I try to catch my breath. She pulls back, smirking as she swallows the last of me and licks her lips. Taking my thumb, I wipe the bit of cum that's escaped her lips and push it into her mouth. She sucks it off, making my half soft cock twitch.

“After we find our playmate tonight, how do you feel about letting Queenie have her wicked way with you?” she asks, giving me a grin that's more Queenie’s than her own.

“Yes fucking please.”

“ARE YOU SURE ABOUTthis?” I ask, looking up at the Sunshine Valley Motel sign that's peeking up over the hotel. The paint is chipped, and the corner of it looks like it's rotting away. Not that it matters, the whole place looks like a shit box.

“It will be easier to get him while he's here,” Queenie says, as we get out of the car we parked in the back alley. I saw the change between Harlow and Queenie. It’s subtle, but if you pay attention to the eyes, you can tell when it happens.

“But you know why he comes here, right? What if he's in the middle of... you know?”

“Oh, I’m hoping he is.” Queenie grins. She’s in the outfit Harlow had on this afternoon, abandoning the dress in the car. She kind of reminds me of a much shorter, hotter version of Laura Croft, but with her raven hair in a high ponytail and dressed in all back. She has her guns on her hip, and her daggers strapped to her thigh.

“Is there a plan? Or are we just winging it?” I ask as we start to make our way towards the back door. The man who owns this place is under Queenie’s thumb. He told us that Jose’s men tend to disappear from their guard posts, so we can slip in through the back. We don’t plan on taking any of the men out while we're here, but we will if we have to. Our main goal is to grab Jose.

“I like to keep myself on my toes,” Queenie says as she opens the back door that was left propped open for us. “His room is one-two-four. We get in, grab him, and go. We can take time to have some fun when we get back. I don’t wanna risk taking too long and getting caught. As much as I enjoy spilling blood, it would fuck with our plans.”

“Alright. Lead the way, my Queen.”

We slip into the motel, and I’m immediately met with a musty smell. Wrinkling my nose, I make sure not to touch anything in this place. I’d probably end up catching something.

“What direction is his room?” I ask as we walk through the laundry area. The workers glance over, but go back to their work. I can see in their body language that they know who we are.

“Billy said it was to the right, after we exit the laundry room.”

When we get to the door, Queenie stops one of the maids who’s in front of us.

“Psst,” Queenie says, getting the maid's attention. She turns around, eyes wide in fear. “Oh relax, I’m not gonna hurt you. Check if the hall is empty, will ya?” The maid nods and scurries out of the room. We look at her through the little window on the door. She looks down both ends of the hall before turning to us, raising her hand to give us the thumbs up.

“Ready?” Queenie asks, turning to me with a smile that promises pain and blood at some point tonight.

“Always,” I answer. Queenie usually does things like this by herself. We only help out back at the club. So when she told us her idea for our very special dates, I was excited to be included in something so important. I’m not trained like she is, only enough to hold my own in a fight and shoot when needed. It’s something we all made sure we knew how to do, because of who our fathers were when we were growing up.

When we took over, we made the company legit so there weren't many times we needed to use those skill sets. Not until we walked into Queenie’s world.

We exit into the hall then start towards Jose's room. The closer we get, the easier it is to hear the noises coming from within.

“He’s fucking her,” I whisper, groaning at the idea of what were about to walk in on.

Grunts and the sound of skin slapping together become louder as we reach the door.

“Perfect.” She grins and giggles to herself. I shake my head, a smile lifting on my lips. We stop outside the door, and Queenie pulls out a room key.

“Where did you get that?” I ask, and she looks at me with a raised brow. “You know what, never mind.”

She waves the key over the lock and it beeps turning from red to green. We don’t worry if they can hear us entering, their moans and overdramatic screams are drowning everything out.

Queenie opens the door and we step inside. The first thing you see when you walk in is a mini kitchen and living room. Off to our right is the bathroom.

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