Page 63 of Rebellion of a Kingdom

“Marcus, please.” I beg, and the hand that still grips my waist tightens.

“I fucking love hearing you moan my name, Ells.” He grits through his teeth, as his hand moves to grab his hard cock, as he lines it up between my ass cheeks, slowly letting it slip down until he finds my entrance.

“And I fucking love you.” I hiss, as he slams inside with a loud moan.

“I love you too, baby.” Using his free hand, he lifts me up and rolls us over, so I’m on top with my back to him. “Now ride me, Ells, show me how much.”

I reach out and lean my palms onto his thighs so I can rise up and then I slowly sink back down. His hands fly to my hips again tightening around me. He pulls me down even further and holds me there, so I am feeling him deep inside. When he squeezes me, I start to slide up again and he uses his grip to slam me back down. We do this over and over until we are fucking each other relentlessly, moaning and panting and desperate for more. When I find a rhythm, he sits up, leaning back on one of his hands and using the other to reach around to rub my clit. We fuck slow and hard, until Marcus can’t hold back. Pushing me forward, he slips out so that he can reposition me on my knees before he comes up behind and slides back inside. He fucks me hard and fast, hitting that perfect spot inside.

“I’m getting close,” he grits out. “Touch that pussy for me.” I slide my hand between my legs and press my fingers in quick circles around my clit, feeling myself clenching around him as my orgasm begins to build. “Ah, fuck, Ells, just like that.” One hand grips my side as the other slips into my hair pulling slightly and the moan I let out is fucking porn worthy. “Fuck!” He groans, as I come around his cock. He thrusts a few more times before I feel him spill inside me. Both of us fall forward, breathless and sweating, and then he rolls me over, pushing my hair from my face. “So, fucking perfect. I love you” He kisses me again and I can’t get the smile off my face.

“I love you.” I repeat back to him and now he smiles.

“Pinky promise, you'll tell me that forever.” He grins cupping my cheek and kissing me again.

I bring my pinky into the air and he laughs as he curls it with mine, “pinky promise, River.”

After we have both showered for a second time, we quickly get dressed and make our way into the kitchen. Only Helen and Cassie are in there and both smile wide when they see us.

“Mommy.” Cass greets me, and I move towards her.

“Morning princess, you okay?” I ask, dropping a kiss to her head.

“Yes. Grandma said we can have slumber.” She tells me excitedly, and I look at Helen with a smile. It’s something we haven’t done in ages, yet Cassie loves it. We did it at the old house. We would drag mattresses into the living room, pile them with blankets and pillows and have an on the floor sleepover with all the family. We’d eat pizza, watch movies, and Arthur and Helen would even show old family photos. We all love doing it and I know we are long overdue for it.

“Sound’s perfect baby, I can’t wait.” I say, smiling as Helen hands me a coffee and I thank her.

“Can River come?” She asks with her pleading tone, and I laugh.

“Of course.” I say, sitting down next to her and leaning close, “how about we invite daddy and all the other boys too?” I ask, and she gleams up at me before throwing her arms around my neck.

“And Taylor too?” She adds, and I can’t turn down her cute face, so I agree to invite her.

“Yayyy!” She practically screams down my ear but seeing the happiness on her face is worth the deafness she might have just caused me. Mom life, hey.

We spend the rest of the early morning making breakfast and reading books to Cass, not even once thinking about my father and the fact that I just killed him. I just think about how I will do everything in my power to be the parent to her, that I should have had growing up.

Once Cassie gets distracted by Logan playing Mario Kart, I leave her and Marcus and head off to see where everyone else is. I haven’t seen Ash, Lincoln or Jace yet this morning and I want to check in and catch up after everything that went down last night.

I find Lincoln busy at work with Elijah so leave him be, and Zack tells me that Asher is sparring with Tyler out back. I shake my head at that and then head off to hunt down Jace, texting Taylor on my way to invite her over.

I find him at the back of the garden, where he has dragged one of the sun loungers. He is lying down staring up at the sky with a lit joint hanging from his mouth and he doesn’t sense my presence, until I flop down between his feet.

“Stalking me, Queenie?” He asks, without looking at me.

“How did you know it was me?” I ask curiously.

His eyes find mine and he smiles, but it’s nothing like his real smile and I frown, “you’re the only one who would ignore my silent brooding and come check on me.” He says matter of factly.

“Ah, so you admit you are brooding,” I tease, hoping to turn that fake smile into a real one, but he just shrugs. I know how hard he is finding things. How much of the past is being dragged up by being here with me. I hate that he is caught up in this. “Well snap out of it, we’re having slumber night.”

“Should I know what that means?” He inhales another drag of his joint and I can’t help myself when I grab it and toss it away. “Hey!” He protests, but I ignore it.

“Slumber night is Royton tradition and I’m calling mandatory attendance.” I stand, trying to enforce my fake authority and he glares up at me as I add, “sober.”

He rolls his eyes, pushing himself into a seated position, “I’ll be there.” He grumbles, and I note he is still wearing last night's clothes.

My phone vibrates in my pocket and I pull it out, reading the new message from Taylor that says she wouldn’t miss it, with a smiley face. I can’t help my smug tone as I say. “Yeah, well so will Taylor, so I suggest you take a shower.”

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