Page 25 of Revenge of a Queen

I sag against him and his stare comes back to mine and just for a moment everything feels right, how it should be. There is no tension or hate, just two people who care about each other, but as usual, nothing lasts forever. I feel when he slaps his mask back in place as he rolls his shoulders before pulling his fingers out of me and I gasp as he drags them past my clit, he smiles a smug smile before shoving them into his mouth and sucking them clean. Fuck, that shouldn’t be so hot.

“Mmm, who knew traitors could taste so good?” He says with a wink as he awaits my retaliation, but I know how drunk Marcus likes to play now.

I reach for the fingers he's just taken from his mouth and suck them into my own. His stare turns dark again as I drag them fully into my mouth before releasing them with a pop.

“Nope, just tastes like pussy to me,” I say with a smile and I see his jaw tighten.

“Yeah, I’ve tasted better. I should get back to Cherry and compare,” he fires back.

I reach down and cup his still hard cock, squeeze, and he gasps in surprise slamming his hands to the wall either side of my head. I'm surprised too because I don’t know what is making me so brave. Note to self, tequila makes me handsy.

I lean in close, as I squeeze him again, and feel him shudder against me before I whisper into his ear, “Touch her again, Marcus,” I say before pulling away and ducking under his arms and walking backwards out of the alley my gaze still on him.

“I dare you,” I add before turning away from him and heading back inside.

I get back into the warehouse and allow my heart to finally stop racing as I let the music calm me down.

What the fuck was that?

How did I go from dancing with Jace to grabbing Marcus’ dick? And I let him finger me, AGAIN! Like seriously. I am a sane person. Okay, so I kill people sometimes, but I still consider myself to be someone who is calm and responsible, someone who always thinks through their actions. So why the fuck did I just do that? It’s like anytime my body has alcohol in it and Marcus is around, I suddenly lose my mind. Absolutely no more drinking for me.

Just as I think that Taylor comes up to me and hands me a shot. “You look like you need this girl,” she says. I don’t even hesitate in knocking it back.

“Thanks Tay, you have no idea,” I say with a wince letting the alcohol burn.

I look back at her and she is staring at me with a smile, “What?” I snap and her smile just grows wider.

“Might wanna fix your lipstick,” she replies with a cheeky smile. Fuck.

She hands me a mirror and I take in my flushed cheeks and smeared lipstick. I look different, wild, satisfied, comfortable. It’s not a look I see on myself often and I don’t want to allow myself to think about what it means right now.

I give the mirror back to Taylor, she nods, and we push our way back inside to the guys, who as I approach, I see all have a frown on their face. I follow their stares and find Marcus back with his arms around Cherry. When he notices me staring, he raises his glass with a big smile as he uses his other arm to pull her closer.

Oh, he really wants to fucking play. Well, get ready for check fucking mate.

I don’t even think before I drag Jace to me and kiss him with everything I have got. I feel the shock in his body before his arms mould around my body and he kisses me back. There are zero sparks, no lust, no tension, even as I slide my hands into his long hair. The kiss itself is great, even with my limited experience I can tell how skillful he is and I can see why the girls throw themselves at him but apart from that, I feel nothing. Nothing except payback, especially when I hear the smashing of glass and a few people yelling. I pull back and Jace speaks first.

“Princess?” he asks, with a mixture of a smile and a frown.

“Yeah?” I reply tentatively and suddenly feel super awkward.

“As much as I enjoy hot girls throwing themselves at me, that was really fucking weird,” he says, and I burst out laughing.

“Yeah, pretty boy, sorry about that,” I wince slightly, as I pull back and find Linc, Ash, and Taylor all staring at us with varying expressions from shock, annoyance to amusement.

Jace just throws his arm around my shoulder and drops his usual kiss to my head, “Don’t sweat it, it clearly had the desired effect,” he says with a laugh, as we both turn to look at the destruction Marcus left behind.

“Let’s go home,” I say and they all nod.

Not exactly the ‘chill’ night I expected.

Chapter 14

MARCUS

Iwake up feeling sick and disorientated. Fuck knows where I am. The last thing I remember is seeing Elle kissing Jace. Fuck. I thought the images I had conjured up of her and Donovan together were bad enough, but this is so much worse. Seeing it with my own eyes fucking stirred a madness inside me. I completely lost my mind and instead of punching my own brother because I didn’t trust myself not to kill him, I punched through a window instead. Then stalked home to pick up my bike and drive it to wherever I am.

I have never been so reckless. Reckless and broken. How can you hate someone with every bone in your body but then love them with every beat of your fucking heart?

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