Page 65 of Hell's Queen

“Fuck, you look so pretty dripping like that, baby.”

I moan as his finger runs over my lips. Without another word, he pushes the dripping cum into my pussy before his cock pushes inside me.

“When I say, spank her,” Jigsaw says to Hazen before he spanks me really fucking hard. My pussy tightens, and I cry out into the pillow. “You do it hard, and she likes it.”

“Fuck,” Hazen mutters. I can’t see him right now, but I want to. I switch where my head faces and look up to see Hazen watching us.

“Don’t move,” Jigsaw orders, spanking me hard again. I jolt, crying out. “I will restrain you if I must, Asura. Got it?”

My head nods with my eyes closing.

Jigsaw slowly—painfully slow—fucks me. “You got her so wet.”

I try not to move. I am getting anxious, and I need to be fucked by him. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“Fuck me already!” I whine.

“I’ll be fucking your ass in a moment. Just got to get my cock wet.”

“Jiggie, please.” Crack! I jolt, crying out at the next spank. Okay, I deserved that.

“You aren’t in charge here anymore….” He pulls from my pussy. “Turn over.”

I listen, moving and looking up at Jigsaw. Luckily in this position, I am not going to get spanked anymore.

Jigsaw lifts my legs, and I spend a second taking in his shaggy hair and all the venomous tattoos on his broad, muscular body. His lips press to the scar on my ankle. “My little fighter.”

“Kiss me.” My eyes lock on his soft lips.

He cocks a dark brow.

“Will you kiss me, please?”

Jigsaw nods, leaning down and kissing my lips. I savor his sour taste as his huge tip runs across my other hole.

“Will you at least be gentle?”

He nods. With a lot of numbing lube and patience, he gets somewhat inside of me. He is gentle, like he said, taking my ass at a comfortable pace.

When I am ready for more, he gives me more, bringing me to an orgasm that I thought I couldn’t have. He follows close behind, gripping my hips. Both men take care of me for the rest of the night.

The following day, instead of breakfast, Hades surprises us with a portal to the palace that was once my home. The only difference is it was rebuilt, having small features of what it was before.

I try my best not to cry, as I need to stop fucking crying so much. Exploring the house is even better. The multiple noise-canceling rooms are perfect for my family and my men. The throne room is in the same way, but the throne is a beautiful crimson-red color.

Khazon rubs my back as we explore more. Pictures of my family hang on the wall, and it felt nice to see them in the home.

Hades hugs me. “Congratulations. A new house calls for a party?”

I snort. “You just want a reason to drink.”

“Fuck yeah, I do.” He nods. “But it’s up to you guys. I don’t want you to feel forced to be around people.”

“Party tomorrow. Being alive calls for a celebration.”

“Queen,” Ledger whispers to me.

I look at the picture of Fenric. “Also… it’s time to celebrate the ones we lost and who they were to us.” I never thought I could get to this point where I didn’t mind being Queen, and my rage was controllable. I’ll always hate Evara for what she did to me. I’ll always want her dead, though I couldn’t do it myself.

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