Page 71 of Hell's Queen

“How am I supposed to get us money for our home?”

My eyes roll. “Oh yeah, because the Queen of Hell pays rent. Don’t worry about anything anymore.”

He sighs, looking down. I can tell Hazen doesn’t know who he is outside of being a hellhound. I know he will figure it out, though. I reach to the side of the throne and kick a box to Jigsaw, and he stops it with his worn-out boot.

“Please, for the love of the Devil, change your shoes.”

He frowns, opening the box and seeing the new boots I got him. His lip parts. That’s when I realize he isn’t wearing a mask or gloves. This whole night. My eyes tear up as he smiles. “Thanks, baby,” he says.

Hazen told me they could never afford clothes, so even though Jigsaw got Hazen gifts for his birthday, he’d never have enough for boots.

I never want that anymore for any of my men, and I want them to live as comfortably as I did as a kid. Their inner children need that type of healing.

Jigsaw’s eyes water and he looks down. Hazen pats his back. “I can’t remember the last time I got a gift.”

I stand quickly, moving to him. He wraps his arms around me instantly. After a moment, he pulls back, kissing my head. “Now, I have stuff to do tomorrow. Thank you all for being here.” One by one, they give passionate kisses to the point that I’m wet. “Ozias, and Khazon, you’re with me tonight.”

Thorne chuckles.

I pull him for a kiss. “You’re mine soon. Don’t worry.”

“I’m okay to live here too?”

“You all are. I want you all close to me until you don’t want to be. Good night.”

Thorne hands something back to Khazon.

“Fucking dickhead. Made me quit smoking, though.” Khazon lets out a chuckle, flipping his Zippo lighter.

My eyes meet with Inarian’s, and half of me thinks he might try to leave, and if he does, that will be okay. He isn’t chained down anymore. “I love you all,” I whisper, moving up the stairs. I hear Ozzy and Khazon right behind me.

Khazon closes the door behind us, and I sigh.

“Unzip me, please.”

Ozias does, touching my spine the same way Khazon did before. I let the dress drop, stepped out of it, left in just heels and a thong.

Khazon’s eyes eat me up. “Where did Ledger, Inarian, and you go before?”

I move to him, running my arms up his chest. “They were just teaching me a lesson about who I belonged to.”

“Our turn now.” Smirking, his hands grab the back of my thighs and lift me. Instead of setting me on the bed, he moves to the bathroom. Without putting me down, his arms open the shower and turn it on.

He only sets me down, so they both can strip. Khazon leans down, capturing my lips as his button-up comes off. I touch his chest, running my fingers down his abs to his belt. I hate to admit that my sexual fantasies are coming to life right now, being sandwiched between them.

Ozias’s bare chest warms up my back, making my thighs feel hot. His hands run up my body and grab a handful of my breast. I moan into Khazon’s mouth.

We all quickly get undressed, and I’m the first to enter the shower. Ozias moves with me, kissing my lips.

Feeling Khazon bare and behind me makes me reach down with both hands. My hands each grab their cocks, earning groans. I rub them as water rushes between us. The more my hand jerks them, the hotter I feel.

Ozias turns to me, and seemingly Khazon knows what he wants him to do. Khazon picks me up again, capturing my lips. His tongue begins to fight mine as my legs wrap around his waist. The last time—and first time—we had sex, we were in the air. My core grinds against his cock as my fingers run through his hair. Ozias covers my back, playing with my ass and kissing my skin.

Khazon lifts me and slides right inside my wet pussy. I drop my head back against Ozias’s chest, moaning. After a lot of work and lube, Ozias fills my ass. I tighten around Khazon as they kiss my body and let me adjust.

Soon, my body is getting hot, and I need to release this pressure.

“Are you ready, my queen?” Ozias asks.

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