Page 50 of Queen of Madness

I loved the thrill. The adventure. The escapism.

It’s been a long-forgotten pastime, and one sunny afternoon, when Onyx had retired to her room, I found Trigger reading near the foyer. It was a Stephen King book. I remember counting down the days until I was old enough for the librarian to let me check one of his books out.

Never did get to do that, though...

But Trigger saw me gawking and let me look over some titles he had. Now, I’m my third book in, and fuck, have I been missing out. The thrill, the chills, the excitement. With every page I turn, it seems like I never know what this brilliant man will throw at me.

Fucking Annie Wilkers, man. I know she’s really a representation of King’s addiction to... The soft shuffling of feet draws my attention to the left of my door.

I consider putting my book down but think better of it and instead continue running my eyes over the pages, waiting for her to make an appearance.

A few moments later, the knob on my door slowly turns, and Onyx slips inside, closing it behind her.

It could be seconds, maybe a few minutes, but it feels like hours that I’m focusing on the words on the page, reading and rereading the lines as I wait for her to speak first.

Finally, she takes a step forward. “You are quite the problem for me, Kane.”

I huff, turning the page. Annie is about to fuck this guy up. “I thought I was your solution.”

Another step, and my heart beats faster at the sound of her long sigh. “I find myself enthralled with you for reasons I can’t explain.”

This makes me look up, and my dick immediately stirs. She’s in nothing but a black silk robe, the fabric barely long enough to cover her pussy. It’s tied haphazardly on the side, causing the top to hang off one of her shoulders. My tongue peeks out, running over my bottom lip as my mouth begins to water, her taste still fresh in my memory.

Two more steps. “Or maybe it’s because your hidden darkness attracts mine.”

She’s next to me now, lingering at my bedside. The heat from her body radiates across my bare chest, and I realize too late I’m cracking the book’s spine. “I’m afraid I don’t understand what you mean.”

Onyx runs a nail up my arm, leaving a satisfying shiver in her wake. Her finger continues to trail upward, sliding over my neck and across my jaw until she reaches my lips. “The only place these belong is on my pussy, but I can admit I’ve thought about how they may feel on mine.”

I catch her by the wrist, letting my heated gaze rove the exposed glowing amber skin. “Why wonder, then?”

“Because I don’t know intimacy. I don’t want it.”

My voice dips, the natural huskiness somehow becoming more gravelly. “And what is it that you want?”

Her dark irises flash to my lips, then down, before coming back to me. I feel my jaw tense as I grind my molars against one another, waiting.

“For you to leave me shaking.”

A surge of blood rushes through me, and I yank my bottom lip between my teeth. “If you want it,take it.”

The air becomes thick, her fingers falling limp in my hand as she leans forward. Her mouth is an inch away from me now, her exhale becomes my next breath. Her citrusy scent consumes me, and soon I’m high off her smell.

Her grin is devastatingly beautiful and equally dangerous as she finds my ear, running her lips along the shell. “Why take it, when you could just give it to me?”

Those words are all I need. An invitation to completely fucking destroy her in the best ways. And even though she has some type of vendetta against men owning women, I fully intend to own her orgasms.

Every.

Last.

One.

“Your throne awaits, Your Highness. Come, sit on my face.” I yank her down, forcing her on top of me. She catches herself just in time, hand pressing against the wall as I grab her hips with enough force to leave bruises.

She hisses the moment my mouth meets her wet cunt, while a deep-seated, satisfied groan erupts from my chest. I lift her slightly, running the flat of my tongue along her slit. “So fucking wet for me. Were you already thinking of me? Lying in your room, with your hand between your thighs, wishing it was me?”

She threads a hand through my hair, yanking the strands as she lowers her pussy back on my waiting tongue. Her voice is low and raspy, and I don’t think my dick can get any harder. “Fuck me with that mouth of yours or I’ll have you watch me please myself with my hand.”

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