Page 53 of Queen of Madness

Another step. “And you’d do well to remember whose tongue makes you collapse from the orgasm it gives you.”

Her eyes narrow but she doesn’t offer a rebuttal and turns for the already steaming shower.

I move fast, stripping off my boxers and stepping inside the gap of glass serving as an entrance. She whips around, her hand up, but I catch it before it connects with my face. “I’m tired of you walking away from me.”

“And I’m exhausted with you thinking I care.”

My jaw clamps shut, the nerve in it pulsing as I shove her into one of the walls, keeping the offending hand over her head. There’s no space between us now and it takes all of my restraint to focus on her cute, angry expression rather than the feel of her soft skin against mine.

I let a grin stretch across my face, the smug look of victory painting my features. But the moment I stoop down to take her swollen lips between my teeth, a hard fist meets my ribs.

Anoofwhooshes out of me, but I manage to act rather fast, snatching her other hand and using it to whirl her around and ram her into the glass. With the new position, she’s facing the long mirror, granting me a view that has the blood running marathons through my body and my dick unbelievably hard. Her breasts and the side of her face are smooshed against the partition, while the rest of her struggles to free herself from my firm hold.

“Let me go, or so fucki—” She bucks her hips back into my length, but with both her hands bound in one of mine, I use the other to slide my tip through her wet folds, replacing her curse with a sharp hiss.

My knees threaten to buckle at her warmth, but I keep them locked, lowering my voice to a raspy growl against her neck. “I don’t think you want me to let you go.”

I caress her folds with the head, watching in the mirror as she squeezes her eyes closed and lets out a breathy moan. “No, I think you want me to fuck you until you can no longer stand.” Another pass. “Until you’re so sore you think of me every time you move.”

I line up my tip with her entrance and run my tongue up the nape of her neck to the shell of her ear. Her shivers spur me on despite the constant tug of her hands in mine, and when she tilts her hips up and presses the tip through her entrance, I know for certain. “Until you know, despite what you want to believe, this tight little cunt belongs tome.”

Then I slam into her.

A strained cry rings out, forcing me to pause, letting her adjust to my size while also taking the opportunity to rein in my adrenaline. I already knew she felt good, but I underestimated just how much.

Her warm muscle wraps around my cock, the slickness of her cunt letting me draw out and thrust back in a little harder.

Onyx sucks in a sharp intake of air, her lashes fluttering closed from the sensation for a moment as she works on regaining her control. I’m sure what I said ruffled her feathers, but now that I’ve let myself slip this far, there’s no going back, and I meant every fucking word I said.

No part of this is going to be soft and sweet.

It’s about taking what I’ve wanted this entire time.

Again, I pull out and drive into her with such force, she’s lifted off the tile floor. Her moans grow louder, but once she gets the rhythm, I see her dark gaze find mine in the reflection of the mirror. And it’s the moment I see it. The fire, the determination, the hunger, and pure lust raging through her.

The next time I withdraw, her feet find purchase and her hips lift, meeting my next thrust in the middle, the resounding slap echoing in the space around us.

We do this again and again. My long, hard strokes fill her to the hilt, but still, she fixes her hips to stroke my fire.

“Harder.” It’s a breathless command, but a command, nonetheless.

I smirk. “You’re going to have to beg me for it.”

She bucks her hips, hitting me with more force. “Or I can take it.”

This coerces a stilted laugh from me. “Have it your way, darling.”

I release both her hands and grip on to her sides, yanking her with me as I take a step back. The hot water rains over me, falling down my chest and onto her. And when I pull out this time, I drive in so hard her hands fly out and connect with the glass. She attempts to use it to push back, but it’s too slippery and I’m already out and sliding back in. My thrusts are punishing now, the constant slap of our skin matching her loud moans.

“Your pussy feels so fucking good.” The praise is a whispered hiss I think is lost in our sounds. “It’s so goddamn wet for me.”

But a small chuckle falls from her mouth, indicating she heard me, as she does the only thing she can, and arches her back. “I know.”

My own lips curl into a smile, but not at her words. Her cunt is fluttering, her legs quivering as her release nears. I thread a finger in her hairband and yank it through her strands until her hair falls onto her back.

I only allow myself to admire the view for a moment before I collect the now wet hair and force her head back. “Eyes up,Boss. I want you to see what I do to you. How pretty you look when I make you come.”

To my surprise, she listens, watching herself in the mirror as my hand reaches around her legs and circles her clit. With her already being so close, it only takes a few passes before her face transforms. Her eyelashes flicker closed, her shoulder tensing, and the small crease between her brows appearing as she draws them together.

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