Page 17 of Hell's Queen

“I feel something,” I say with a shrug. I know Hazen is helping my brothers and cooking for them. But I wasn’t hungry enough to leave. “You can go eat if you need to. I just want to train, I think.”

“I’ll train with you.”

I roll my eyes, about to stop him, but his shirt comes off. My eyes are immediately and shamelessly on him, taking in the rows of abs leading up from his happy trail before studying the various tattoos that cover his body.

“Will I be too distracting?” he asks with a cocked brow.

I take off my shirt, revealing how my sports bra pushes up my breasts. His lime-green eyes drop, and his lip’s part. “Will I be too distracting to you?”

He inhales deeply, looking away. “Nope. Let’s train.” Once serious, Jigsaw teaches me a lot. Though we have a noticeable size difference, he teaches me how to use that to my advantage. He pulls a lot of his punches, which I have to tell him repeatedly not to do. Part of me missed when he was rougher with me, but I love this side of Jigsaw that I barely get to see.

Hazen had told me that he didn’t know this side of Jigsaw existed and that even though they shared a home for most of their lives, he barely saw him without gloves or at least a mask. Jigsaw’s life was miserable, and what he remembers of his family, he couldn’t touch them.

I was the only person Jigsaw had ever been able to touch.

My hands wipe the sweat from his face, causing him to look at me. His face always has a resting bitch face. He rarely smiles, and his lips are in a thin line as he looks at me. My hand then swipes the sweat from his abs.

His eyes close for a moment like he’s savoring my touch. “Asura… We shouldn’t…”

“Because we are training? We’ve been training for hours, Jiggie.”

He scoffs, looking at the door. “Because anyone can walk in, and the moment someone sees that beautiful pussy of yours, I’m killing them.”

I suck my bottom lip, feeling my thighs clench together. It shouldn’t turn me on, but that’s precisely how Jigsaw is. Maybe I do have a thing for toxic men.

Dropping to my knees, I grab his jeans that hang low on his hips. “That’s the fun part, isn’t it?”

His Adam’s apple bobs as I start playing with his cock. It hasn’t been soft this whole time since we’ve been fighting. I know I shouldn’t be thinking about this and focusing instead. But there’s always tomorrow to train.

And Jigsaw is someone I don’t want to resist. I lick my lips, running a hand up his abs before my other fingers settle on the hem of his pants.

“Watch the door,” I order, making Jigsaw pry his eyes from me to the door. My fingers work on the buttons of his jeans. “Have you ever had someone swallow your cum?”

He groans. “Fuck, no.”

I free his cock and see the precum dripping from his tip. He gets turned on every time my body presses against his, and his cock brushes along my ass. I had to force myself to focus.

My tongue runs across his tip, tasting his sweet precum mixed with just a bit of his sweat. I shift closer, running my tongue around the head.

“Fuck…”

Smirking, I look up at him. His eyes are on the door, watching for anyone. I take his massive tip into my mouth, and he stiffens. This is him feeling a mouth for the first time without lube. Slowly I take him further in my mouth, the farthest he can go.

Looking down his shaft, I feel like I can barely take half of him, but I will try to give him the best he’s ever had. I hollow my cheeks, bobbing my head nice and slow.

“Oh fuck, yes,” he moans, reaching and holding onto my hair.

Or maybe I can suck his dick until he decides it’s enough of going slow and wants to take charge. My tongue swirls around his cock, eyes locked on his. His head drops back, hair touching his shoulder. He looks so good; the mountain of muscles, layers of tattoos, and his broad shoulders.

I moan, my thighs closing. Heat brews between my legs. I can’t wait for him to release me of it, but I want to please him right now. My fist wraps the part of the shaft that I can’t take in my mouth and rubs with the rhythm of me bobbing my head.

He lets out a throaty moan, looking down at me.

Jigsaw growls, grabs a fistful of my hair, and starts guiding me faster up and down his cock. Spit drops onto the ground as I add a slight twist to my motion. He bites his lip, moaning. “You look so fucking beautiful on your knees.”

My eyes roll back as I moan. My thighs are pressed together, but it’s not enough to relieve me of my torture.

“Oh, fuck, Asura. Please don’t stop.”

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