Page 24 of Revenge of a Queen

I watch him and his stare is so intense I can practically feel it on my skin as he sways with her to the music. His eyes are so dark they are practically black, and his grip tightens every time Jace leans into me. I frown because I really am confused at this point and Marcus smiles at my expression like he knows he is winning this fucked up game of chess we are involved in. Well, game fucking on.

I jump up and hold my hand out for Jace, “Come on, pretty boy, let's dance.”

He looks at me confused slightly before showcasing his megawatt smile and taking my hand, letting me pull him up. He leads me onto the dancefloor, not too close to Marcus but close enough that he has a clear line of sight to us. I knew there was a reason I liked Jace so much.

He spins me around and then pulls me in, so I am in the same position that Marcus has Cherry. My back is against his firm chest and we sway in time to the music. The song isn’t one I recognize but the beat is smooth and bold meaning grinding is the perfect dance to match it. I have never danced like this with anyone in my life, so I am praying Jace is better at this than me.

I try to lose myself in the music, but it isn’t long before I risk a glance at Marcus. His glare is so intense, I think if he could, he would rip Jaces arms off my waist with his mind alone. I can’t take the heat, so I turn in Jace’s arms and throw my arms around his neck and drop my head to his chest.

His arms curl around me and rest on the top of my ass.

“Remember what I said about touching my ass, pretty boy,” I say with a laugh.

“Oh, princess, you love me too much to make me bleed,” he replies, looking down with a smile. “Besides,” he leans in to drop his voice to my ear, “You should see Marcus’ face right now, he looks about ready to fight me, or fuck you. Don’t know which, doubt he even does.”

I glance over my shoulder and see he has spun Cherry to mirror Jace and I, I grind my teeth as he slips his hands over her ass at the same time Jace grips mine. Not a move I would allow from anyone usually, but I know how invested Jace is in pushing his brother to the point of no return. I’m just not sure what happens when we get there.

I turn back to Jace, “This is a dangerous game we are playing, pretty boy.” I look up at him and he smiles.

“Story of our fucking life, princess, now wanna seal the deal and kiss me?” he asks, wiggling his eyebrows at me and I laugh.

I laugh looking around, “I think I’d need a little more liquid courage for that,” I finally say.

“Seems like someone has already beaten you to that point,” he says, through gritted teeth and I look back up at him to see his stare over my shoulder. I follow his gaze and freeze.

I watch as Cherry reaches up and kisses Marcus and all the joy, I felt a minute ago, playing him at his own game, evaporates.

I push Jace back and he releases me immediately after witnessing the same thing I just did. He looks more shocked that I do. I leave him standing, staring at the two of them and push past everybody and make my way outside. I turn down the same alley Marcus cornered me in last time I was here and walk all the way down it until I hit a metal fence. I grip it tight and try to control my heart, it feels like it might burst right out of my chest.

I am fighting to try to catch my breath so I can smooth out my heartbeat, but it feels all too much. A feeling I have never felt before churns in the pit of my stomach. Is this what jealousy feels like? Like true jealousy and heartbreak seeing your guy with someone else. Fuck. It hurts more than I thought it would.

A noise behind me has me spinning around quickly to see Marcus stalking down the alley towards me, he doesn’t even get to speak before I slap him hard across the face. His head swings to the side before he looks back to me slowly. I am panting so hard trying to catch my breath, but it doesn’t come.

He takes one last step forward closing the distance between us and then before I can even second guess it, I slam my lips against his. He freezes at my attack before he grabs me hard and pushes me back into the fence, returning my kiss with everything he has got.

It's exactly like when we kissed at the club. Hard, punishing, reckless. The kind of kiss that leaves a stain on your soul. I know I shouldn't, but I can't seem to stop myself. It’s like my head and body aren’t in sync anymore, my heart for sure fucking isn’t. His touch against my skin is scorching.

His hands reach down and squeeze my ass and he uses his grip to pull me up against him, so I have no choice but to wrap my legs around him. He swings me from the fence into the wall and pushes further into me, his hard on hitting my core, and I moan into his kiss. I slide my hands into his hair and tug hard and he growls ripping his mouth from mine.

His dark black stare collides with mine assessing me. I’m drunk, he’s drunk. Are we really doing this? Just when I think he is going to pull away he crowds into me again.

His hands cup my face, “Does he kiss you like this, little traitor?” He whispers to me as his lips just barely graze mine. I daren’t answer and I doubt he really meant it for me to answer. His hands slide down my face onto my neck before he slides them to my chest. He looks down and watches his hand trace over both my nipples as they harden under his touch and glare. He pinches them both causing me to moan slightly before he tightens his fingers on them and pulls until I am sure I could orgasm from that alone.

I don’t think before I grab his neck and drag his mouth back to mine and he comes willingly. I have no idea what game we are playing now, when not even five minutes ago we were both grinding into someone else. But when his tongue tangles with mine I find myself not caring as much as I should.

His hands push down my body until he finds the button of my pants and rips it open with both hands before pushing them down slightly. I pull back and so does he and he pauses. Even drunk, he is stopping to ask for permission, and I give it to him with a nod. I unwrap my legs from around him and slide down until I am pressed back into the wall on shaky legs. He looks down and then curses.

“Fuck,” he says as he takes in the red netted top I am wearing as he realizes it’s actually a bodysuit, “So fucking sexy.” He says with a groan. He traces a finger along my seam, and I shudder at the light contact. He drags it back and forth until I am soaking through the material onto his fingers and I can’t take anymore.

“River,” I say breathlessly and his eyes snap back to mine.

“Feeling needy?” He asks with a sexy smile, “Want to come for me, Ells?”

“Yes,” I say pleadingly before I can even think about it and he doesn’t waste any time pulling my bodysuit to the side and gliding his fingers through my slick folds. He pushes down into my wetness and gathers it as he drags his fingers up to my clit and circles it in quick motions until I am panting and moaning against his hand. Fuck!

My drunken haze means I can only think about what he is doing to my body and nothing else. He pushes a finger inside me and brings his thumb to my clit, working me over until I am moaning loudly, and not caring who might catch us out here.

He slams his lips back against mine and pushes his tongue in my mouth and kisses me ravenously capturing my moans. His hand moves faster and faster until I am practically writhing against it and the wall, until I begin to shake. One last flick of my clit and I am coming hard all over his fingers and he pulls his lips from mine and groans as he watches his fingers pump inside me a few more times as I ride out my orgasm.

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