Page 50 of Rebellion of a Kingdom

I move towards the guys, Logan first who pulls me in for a hug, Lincoln next who smiles, “you scrub up well, King.” I kiss his cheek and then turn to Jace. He is still staring at me intently and I know why. Just like me, he’s thinking of the last time we were all dressed up like this.

He clears his throat and shakes his head like he wants to rid the thoughts in there, “beautiful as always, Queenie.” His smile is forced and lacking his usual care and I can’t help myself. I hug him, hard, like I can heal him with just my arms around him. He doesn’t say anything, neither do I. He just hugs me back, letting this friendship we have built, this family, flow through each other, giving us both the strength, we need to get through this. When I pull back his smile is a little more genuine and he offers me a wink. Better than before so I take it.

By the time I turn to Marcus, he has scooped Cassie up into his arms, a sight that makes my breath falter. Never in my life did I imagine I would feel this type of love this young. The unconditional kind, the die before losing it kind. It’s almost too much. Almost. The smile he gives me makes my knees go weak. The strong and powerful Marcus Riviera, leader of the Rebels and King of the South Side. Still, when he’s here with me, all I see is my best friend, my first love. My only love. Holding my daughter, accepting her. Loving her as much as he would if she were his own and making it all the easier to love him.

She jumps down from his arms and almost leaps at me as I pick her up and cuddle her close. “You look beautiful,” I say into her hair and she pulls back with a huge smile as she struggles to get down from my arms. Once she does, she gives me a twirl showing off her dress. “Wow so pretty.”

“Daddy says I’m the prettiest princess.” She replies just as Asher comes back over and we both smile.

“Daddy is right.”

“I usually am,” Ash teases as he picks Cass up, “now come on dinner is almost ready.” He takes her and they all move to head towards the dining area as I focus on Marcus.

“You look fucking stunning, Ells. The dress is beautiful.'' He drops a kiss to my lips, which is far too quick and light for my liking, but I suppose considering we aren’t really alone, this isn’t the time or place for anything more. He leans in until his breath tickles my ear, “I can’t fucking wait to see what’s underneath it later.” My blush is instant, and I don’t miss the smug look on his face as he pulls away. Not wanting to let him have the upper hand I smile as I think of my comeback.

I place my hand on his chest and give him another quick kiss on the lips, before leaning up to whisper, “the only thing I’m wearing under this dress is my knife.” He groans, as I pull away, and immediately tries to grab me back, but I skip out of his hold and make my way into the dining room.

“Fucking little tease.” He mutters following me, but apparently, he wasn’t quiet enough.

“Swear jar!” Cassie yells and I can’t help the laugh that bursts out of me as we make our way to our seats at the table.

Dinner is perfect, the food is amazing as always when Helen has been in the kitchen and it’s nice to have everyone together to celebrate. The drinks flow and the conversations are light and easy for a change. Marcus’s arm never leaves my thigh, and mine and Asher's gaze never strays too far from Cassie. Both of us offer each other the occasional smile. I haven’t felt this content in a long time. This is what we are fighting for.

After dinner we all head to the living area to relax. Arthur and Helen are dancing to some jazz music he put on, Z is in the corner with Max and the guys sharing stories. Logan and Lincoln are trying to best each other at a game of chess and Lily has wrangled Ash into playing cards. Cassie is in his lap, excitedly yelling out the numbers on his cards, making him lose and Lily for once has a huge smile on her face.

Jace is sitting alone by the Christmas tree, looking out the window where strangely enough, a dusting of snow has started to fall. I’m worried about him, but I know he wants to be alone, he isn’t smoking or even drinking, just lost in his thoughts. Just when I think I might go over to him and make sure he is okay I am grabbed from behind and pulled into a hard body.

“Time to show me those knife skills, little King.” Marcus purrs into my ear, nipping it slightly and I feel his touch searing through my dress where he holds my waist.

I look around the room, seeing if we could really get away with sneaking off. Everyone is occupied enough and when I let my gaze travel across them all, the only person to catch my eye is Ash. He zones in on Marcus’s grip and smiles, shaking his head and then offers me a nod towards Cassie. I know he is signaling for me to go, have fun and not worry and for once I can let myself. Because we are all here, together, and safe and I know nothing bad is going to happen, at least not tonight.

I turn and Marcus loosens his hold, allowing me to spin until I face him, His dark stare is lustful as he gazes down at me, “come on, little King. I’ve been imagining ripping this fucking scrap of dress off you all night.” He leans in licking a path up my neck to my hair, “let me show you how fucking hard I am for you.”

His words burn through me and I don’t even think twice about grabbing his hand and leading him from the room, I don’t stop until we make it inside his room and lock the door. The soft rumbles of the music filter through the walls and I know nobody will hear us in here, no matter what we do.

Whenever he looks at me like this, all I can think about is how he makes me feel, how he makes me forget everything. The high I feel when he worships my body is one that will never fade. Now I am craving that high. The need for him is ever present and lurking. Like a buzz beneath my skin. I am obsessed. No, I am fucking addicted, and I need my next fix.

I push him until his legs hit the bed and he drops down onto it, looking up at me. I take a step back and slide the straps of my dress off my shoulder, letting it slide from my arms, revealing my bare chest. His gaze devours my tits as he licks his lips, like he is thinking of all the wicked things he wants to do to me. I grip the dress and slowly drag it past my waist until it gives and completely drops to the floor. Leaving me in nothing but my stilettos and the black strap attached to my thigh. I wasn’t lying when I said my knife was the only thing I was wearing. Any underwear I tried on earlier left lines on the dress, so I had to skip it, but I never skip my knife, even when I know we are safe here. My fingers dust down my body until I find the strap and go to remove it.

Marcus reaches out, halting my movements, “leave it on.” He stares up at me with a depraved fucking smile on his face and I smile back.

I let my hands fall from the strap, but his remains. He drags it around my leg, brushing against it all the way, until he reaches my ass. Grabbing it, he pulls me closer to him, before he continues to drag his hand back down to my thigh. Still gripping the strap, he uses it to pull my leg up onto the bed, so my pussy is completely open to him.

“Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you are,” he purrs bringing up his other hand and letting it trace along my seam. I can’t hold back my shudder. He’s so close. “How many times I fucked my hand thinking about you?” He pushes his fingers a bit further, “how many times I came just thinking about this fucking pussy.” he grazes my clit. “Fuck, how just one look at you had me coming even after the worst fucking blow job ever.” He presses my clit hard, and I gasp. His words should make me jealous; I shouldn’t want to hear about other girls, remembering how I found him that first day of school, but all they do is spur me on.

Because he’s here, he’s mine. His finger starts to make miniscule circular movements and every slight friction pushes me further into my desire. “How I wanted to fucking kill every guy that lusted after you on that first day of school, including my own fucking brother.” He slides a finger inside of me, “how I wanted to fuck the defiance out of you when you didn’t react to what I got them to do to your car.” He fucks me with his fingers, his thumb finding my clit as I climb further towards release.

“Fuck, Ells, that first time I kissed you, I knew. Knew one taste would never be enough.” He works his fingers faster inside me as he fucks me roughly with them. I start riding them, chasing the high only he can give me. “Let go baby, give it to me.” His words send me over the edge and I’m coming with a scream as he continues to fuck me, wringing out every last bit of my orgasm. He pulls his fingers from me and they glisten with my cream. He stares at me intently as he brings them to his mouth and sucks them clean. “Fucking perfect,” he groans.

I reach out and unfasten his shirt, ripping open each button as fast as I can, sliding it off his broad shoulders. He unfastens his belt, pulling it off, before letting his pants and boxers follow, until we are both naked. His hand flattens against my stomach and pushes up between my breasts until it closes on my throat. He uses his grip to pull me down towards him and I follow his lead, spreading my legs wide, as I straddle him.

“Ride me, baby.” He says leaning up to kiss me. He pushes his tongue to dance with mine as he lines up his cock. I push him back bracing both my hands on his chest before I sink down on it making us both groan. “Fuck, Ells.”

Slowly, I rise again, before pushing back down with a little more force. He leans back up, gripping my neck again and forcing my mouth to his. We kiss like it might be the last time and fuck like we are gonna live forever. The perfect fucking mix of passion and pure lust. I take him deep inside and ride against him and he meets me thrust for thrust. My clit brushes against his groin with every swipe of my hips and I throb. Pushing me closer and closer to another release. I need it, crave it and he knows exactly how to give it to me.

“Oh fuck, Ells, yes just like that.” He moans, gripping the back of my neck as his other hand finds my ass. He squeezes it tight in his hand as he keeps up the momentum of my movements. When he keeps hitting the perfect spot inside me, I rush towards my orgasm. “Oh, fuck baby, come on, come for me. You feel so fucking good clenching around my cock, Elle.” I fuck him harder as sweat drips down both our bodies, but nothing matters right now apart from the way he feels inside me. I slam down onto his cock one more time before I am coming so hard, I almost black out, but he doesn’t stop. He grabs my hips in both hands and continues to pound into me, the sounds of our bodies hitting against each other, filling the room.

I wrap my arms around his shoulders and hold on tight so he can keep fucking me, I know he’s close, I can feel him swelling inside me and I want him to find the same pleasure I feel so I lean in and whisper, “come inside me, River, I want you dripping out of me.” He groans, picking up his pace even more until he is leading me into another release, “fuck, Marcus. I’m gonna come again.” I barely get the words out before he rips another orgasm from me as he finds his own with a loud groan.

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