Page 54 of Queen of Madness

“Ah, that’s a good girl.” Her muscles clench around me, forcing my own release to come from seemingly nowhere—the heat spreading through my veins as I fuck her through both of our orgasms.

We pant in unison, our chests rapidly rising and falling as we come down, but the lingering twitch of my cock and her pulsing cunt keep me inside her until we’ve nearly completely caught our breaths.

Onyx rises, and though she has her mask firmly back in place, I see the slight wince as my dick slips out. She turns for the glass containers affixed to the opposite side and pours soap on a loofah.

Before I can begin to formulate a thought or register the irritation swelling in my chest, she tosses the fluffy material at me. “Wash your mess.”

I bite into my lip to keep from smirking and do as told.

The smell of the lemon soap overtakes everything as I take my time, washing over her shoulders, down her arms, and across her breasts. The entire time, she keeps her eyes on me. It’s nothing more than a bored look of observation, but she can’t hide her tells. The tips of her ears turn red when I run a thumb over her pebbled nipples, cleansing the barbells, and sliding them back and forth.

She can’t stop the swallow she washes down when I move down her stomach, between her legs, and in the small spaces between her black painted toes. And when I come back up and run a hand over her slit, the muscles in her abdomen tighten while her lashes flutter.

When I’m done, she doesn’t wait and lets the water sweep over her before stepping out of the shower. I make quick work of washing myself before following her back into her room.

Onyx is already dressed in a silky black nightie, her wet hair braided to the side. She’s sitting at the edge of the bed, rubbing a thick cream over her legs. “Why are you still here?”

Though I hadn’t planned on staying before, her inquisition makes me decide otherwise. I drop onto the leather couch facing the open window next to her bed, readjusting the towel hanging loosely from my hips. “Because I want to be.”

She huffs but doesn’t say anything else, shifting to the other leg.

“I can put that on you too, if you’d like.”

Her gaze flashes to me, and I lift a brow. She’s trying to gauge just how much I meant a few minutes ago. I can tell in the way her eyes narrow. “Kane.”

I ignore the way my name rolls off her tongue, and instead focus on her loss for words. “You’re mine,” I clarify.

“I am no one’s.”

“That was before.”

“Sex changes nothing,” she retorts. “Remember your place.”

I guffaw, leaning back into the firm cushions. “Yes. How can I forget? But I doubtyou’llever forget what I feel like between your legs.”

“Your point, Kane?”

“Is obvious.”

Onyx draws in a deep sigh. “I don’t anticipate this ending well.”

I shrug, letting my eyes close. “No. It probably won’t. But I’ll revel in the warmth until the flames consume me.”

Rubbing at the sudden tightness in my chest, I chance a peek at her. She’s in the bed now, on top of the covers, her back against the tall plush headboard. Her eyes are closed. “Burning is such a painful way to go. A bullet is more merciful.”

I nod even though she can’t see me, an understanding washing over. “Until a bullet stops me.”

“Fuck.Right there, kitten,” I grit out, the tingle starting to bloom in my spine.

Shire’s fingers dig into my thighs as she uses them as leverage to pull up slightly, then slam down again. Her legs are quivering now, she’s barely able to bounce as her orgasm nears.

I grip either side of her hips and take over, careful not to move too fast as my brother’s tongue laps at her clit, forcing her over the edge. The fluttering in her pussy changes to tight clenches as we both come apart together.

She collapses back into my chest, her aftershock trembling and purrs vibrating across my sternum. I bury my face in her soft hair, inhaling her musky scent. We’ve been at it for hours and her power—her hunger—will never cease to amaze me. But now, as the high wears off, I know the soreness and pain are coming.

As will the fog.

I stroke her hair with one hand while the other caresses the marks I can see. I soothe the little bites and nibbles I left on her inner thighs. Then move to the red welts on the outside left by Trigger’s flogger.

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